A language enthusiast rogue with obsession for arcane books trade, encounters a strange grimoire in a cave system far away from any cities, while he was running away from "the stranger." On top of the ancient looking book was a pale rose that doesn't feel natural to the hand. As he investigates the book, it assaults the mind of the rogue, gives him amnesia about the encounter and a blue target mark on his forehead but granting him warlock powers to be remain blank until the powers develop overtime. Since then, the newly initiated warlock sees strange, waking dreams, hears murmurs and develops a habit of murmuring by himself before throwing abrupt glances at seemingly random directions...
This is the bitter story of Blaize "Bluemark" for all kinds of waywards (delinquents, rogues, sinners, and the like) to take heed where Angels fear to tread.
This is the bitter story of Blaize "Bluemark" for all kinds of waywards (delinquents, rogues, sinners, and the like) to take heed where Angels fear to tread.
~ Location: Somewhere out of Aglarond.
"ALL BECAUSE OF A DAMN BOOK!" he throws the shovel he used to bury the book in a chest, as far as he can, not realizing he was making marks for strangers to detect at any time while he is away. "Bah, who knows this piece of rotten! wood! of! a! ramshackle!-- hurrmm" *murmurs to himself*
He has not slept for what? 28, 29 hours? "Who counts!" he thought, bitterly. "I must find a way to deal with this... curse! What else can it be?! Maybe I can find some help from actual arcanists who knows what I'm dealing with. Not the kind I trade with, that is for sure. So where can I find them?" *He repeats the question inside his mind over and over, while sitting on the floor, exhausted from hard "labour" of putting treasures out of sight.
He has spent the night at the ramshackle house, barely sleeping, with a rush of waking dreams and images flying out before his eyes at the speed of thousand manic squirrels; images he can not remember when he 'wakes up.'
At first rays of dawn-raddled Sun, he packs his bags and hit the road to Baldur's Gate, before he even eats his breakfast. "I'll snack along the way."
