It all came flooding back in an instant as he woke up on the toilet. He got ahold of some bad shrooms and was blowing it out of his system literally. Sure the initial trip was bad but it only got worse. It was seven in the morning and he was in his underwear. He took a deep breath realizing that the worst of it was over, or was it? It was hard to recall his self-destructive night that resulted in this situation. He could remember bits and pieces and he needed to develop some new techniques. He had got some things from a local shaman who said that eating these things would help unlock one’s mind. Help them to delve into the ideals of thoughts locked away in the deepest regions of the psyche. Looking around the bathroom he was still kind of a groggy stage of awakening. You know the kind that leaves a bad taste in your mouth from what you ate before. Well booze, shrooms, and the sweet taste of candy was the taste this time. A smacking of the lips would solidify that as Roman looked around for a moment. He could only be in a bit of disgust. He felt like shit to be honest. His head was spinning slightly and he was sure there was still a bit of the stuff in his system. He rubbed his chest and let out a big yawn. The sun was bright and beating down on his Caucasian skin. His hair was a mess and he had been quite untidy lately.
His underwear had found themselves on his ankles. He could only think for a moment. ‘How long was I out?’ These worlds would echo in his mind and twist violently into other words. Only alerting him to the fact was, he was still high. He needed to dive into the vast abilities of being a wielder of the dragon based magic’s. Magic could be learned in a slew of ways. Ways that would express the deepest regions of the mind thus formulating spells that could weave a torrent of destruction in their wake. An idealistic sort of power that left room for growth as a wizard. In the end it was a mental thing that one must endure before progressing to a higher plane of power. Some others used their physical prowess to train and uncover ones abilities. Roman on the other hand tried some drugs out as a short cut. Something that he was fond of when it came to long winded training sessions. A work smarter not harder mindset that he kept that as a primary belief.
He looked at his hands in a moment to see if something would happen. That would have been a funny notion when you think about it. To just stare at ones hands and pull together a spell in an instant. He would chuckle for a moment and rub his hand through his hair. He pulled it back and stood up from the toilet. He would let out a burp that erupted into the air. A foul smell would fill the air that would fill his dragon like sense of smell. A sharp stinging that would stain his taste buds. He rubbed his temples after pressing his hair down. After standing up he would only pull his pants upward until they covered his genital region. Standing upward he took a deep breath and looked around for a moment.
Roman was sitting in the bathroom of his apartment room that was roughly a two minute trek to the Phantom lord place of work. A dark guild that had been his home for quite some time. He was gainfully employed there but had been off for quite some time. He had been studying elsewhere while others got stronger overtime.
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