<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/Sx8p1qwx/images-95.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Davriel Nox<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Twihard</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>???<br/><strong>AC:</strong>???<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>???<br/><hr/><br/>Davriel had questions. Of course he did. But of all the questions he had, such as; how do you go about putting a continent into "the void"? and; are you trying to tell me that is "the void"? Or even; if it was destroyed, then how the hell is it back..?<br/><br/>Questions flitted through his mind one after the other, each crowding the previous one out. But the one that caught him the most, the one he kept coming back to, was;<em>And why are you telling me this?</em><br/><br/>He didn't ask that one either though. Let the wizard get through his preamble, and he could question him later. If he started asking now,  Oxenbridge would probably never get a chance to even get to his point.<br/><br/><strong>"I believe I'm following you so far; A magical deck of cards blew up this place, but now it's back... somehow, and there's other similarly powerful cards out there somewhere too..?"<br/></strong><br/>Davriel sounded a little incredulous. He reached his hand out uncertainly towards the VOID card.<strong>"May I?"</strong>He asked, hoping to examine it more closely. It certainly didn't seem like anything capable of causing a cataclysm, unsettling as it was. If what the mage said was true, it was practically a superweapon. Not really the kind of thing you show off casually over breakfast. Davriel half expected the mage to crack into a grin and berate him for being a sucker.<br/><br/>But the other half of him worried that the mage might be serious. Oxenbridge was that kind of character in Davriel's mind.<em>Dangerous</em>. Not many people earned that kind of respect from the half-vampire... And most of the rest of them that did... They had fangs.