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[Drayden Calamyr]

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The stale air in the room stifled his nostrils. It was nearly impossible to breathe in the thick moist stuff. His eyes opened slowly then, hoping to understand where...when he was. This was not the first time in his long lived life that he had awoken in a strange place. Moving was out of the question, his hands and feet were bound tightly to a stone table it seemed. To his very core he felt empty, his thoughts and memories gone like smoke on a windy day. There were bits and pieces that he remembered....but all of it seemed like it did not belong to him.
Why am I not dead? Those whom stood against me were much stronger than I...much more numerous.
The Drow might as well have spoken the words out loud, because then came an answer and not one he ever expected.
"Feir dal elghinyrr ... dos ph'delmah nin...xuil nindyn vel'uss lac vel'bol dos xun."
A heavily robed figure stood not more than a few feet from him. All of his features were hidden beneath the cowl of a black robe. A pair of intense red eyes stared back at Drayden. A pair of eyes that he recognized, they matched the voice he had not heard in decades.
"Dos zhaun vel'uss dos ph'. Dos ph' natha Calamyr. Naut fol waela rivvil d'aron."
He watched the figure move to stand near his feet. "You're dead. I watched you die long ago." The response was simply a cold laugh as the figure folded his hands into his sleeves.

"You are so like your mother...weak, trusting, hopeful." You have lived long enough to understand that the only answer is to let the fires of chaos spread. The only way is to let it all burn to ash."

The younger Calamyr closed his eyes. Taking in what this person said. He was here wasn't he. In the caves that few had seen and lived to tell about. His weakness was his downfall. The memories before he had comer here were clear. The hatred, the love of the chaos that his actions had brought. Drayden could still see the the parts of the Northern forests burning in his mind. The red of the blood painted on the walls still very clear in his mind. He felt no regret, only the rush of desire to do this again.
The speaker motioned to the right, "Dos ph' er'griff elendarin l' z'arlathil quarth."
Drayden tried to fight away the hands forcing a strap of leather into his mouth but failed miserably.
"P'obon ukta..." He could hear the sizzling of heated metal nearing him. His eyes opened just long enough to see the glowing scorpion shaped poker push into the flesh of his chest, the metal hissed as he was branded.
Drayden thought he could hear the beginings of an incantation as the pain faded and he slipped into darkness.

[Drayden Calamyr]

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The blackness of sleep enveloped him. Ages could have passed. Perhaps it was only a few minutes. It was impossible for him to tell. The voice that had spoken to him. The one who ordered him branded with the symbol of the scorpion...
It was then that the drow found himself alone in a cold damp cavern. His would be captors had left him here, with his belongings. He couldn't help but look down at his chest. He could see the faint outline of the enchantment. The brand was not completely visible, but he could almost smell the familiar magics that were woven within it.
Drayden pulled himself together, trying to organize his thoughts.
Where in hells am I?
His vision was fast returning in the waning light. It seemed as if some of his...lesser used traits were stronger.
I must have been below much longer than I had thought....
The Drow pondered this as he dressed. His mind was grasping frantically at the memories of a life before this moment. But he could remember so little. He remembered sewing chaos through the land. Attempting to throw chaos into the minds of a Dark Order.
Drayden pulled his blood red cloak around his body as he walked towards the entrance of the cave. Looking out over the lands. It was quite windy this evening, and a brisk wind blew out of the north. It all seemed so familiar...
The North Lands. I lived here. I fought here....
He descended down into the forests below, holding his cloak tightly about him. Somehow, he didn't even shiver....as if something within him kept him warm...