<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Belfien and the Emerald Tablet</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">A BeltheSwitch and Lancelot RP</span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/xCS2ahe.jpg)</div>We find ourselves in one of the many plains of this world, in particular following one individual as he made his way through the beautiful expanse before him. The greens and bright blue set above him, and the sweet songs each wee little bird chirped, all moved to set the scene as a fair little paradise. Yet these colours strongly contrasted against the garb of the gentleman walking through these lands. He bore himself long golden hair and crimson clothes, and his origins are shrouded in mystery; his ruthless nature is predicated in the garb he dons, as legend has it that its crimson hue is the splattered blood of his enemies.<br/><br/>This man held a hybrid vocation, his muscular form of a monk sharing magical prowess of a mage. Through his practise he found himself able to manipulate the most pure form of magic, and thus lead to him being able to wield it lethally. This, then, later drove him to a new aspiration. Though a fighter, he no longer thirsts for violence, and blood, like he did in years before: he simply seeks, hungers, for knowledge. The manner he sought to achieve this was through Alchemy. Through this, he hoped to be able to discover greater truths of the universe. He had ambition, but now needed another in order to complete his goals.<br/><br/>That is why he is wandering about in the wild. He eventually would take a turn into a forest, but specifically to find a particular grotto. In doing so he knew what he had found - Dökkálfadoor, one of the many gate ways into the Underground Network of tunnels, and cities, and certainly much more; all of which were home to the Drow: the Dark Elf. Such, he lifted the palm of his hand, and from it runes of an archaic tongue scattered and flew out and onto the door, soon fitting into what appeared to be their rightful place. This, of course, acted to open the doors to the Underworld, in which the Dark Elves lived.<br/><br/>So, the man then called out into the deep, dark void "Whoever be there, heed my call - I seek one of your kin, Dökkálfr." as if to draw in, to beckon, to request aid from one of the drow. He had no idea, of course, who would answer his call.