A strong relentless breeze announces the arrival of a wizard cloaked in light. Everywhere he goes a very conspicuous atmosphere follows. It could be all coincidental, or his path could have been hardship-filled. The green meadow shifts to the rhythm of his steps slowly leaving a trail for those who would follow. His gaze shoots forward but his mind is not present. Submerged in thought, he leaves behind a cold gaze and a body that automatically moves on its own. He blinks once, he blinks twice and looks around losing his own sense of direction. “Ugh! I did it again…” He gazes at his hands with determination not soon after his hands tighten into a fist. From up close he seems tired, not from walking but from feeling. “It’s been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to walk in the here and now. But, supporting the Divine seems like a good place to start.”
Up ahead stood his destination. A tall and ancient temple, a training ground for aspiring wizards and paladins. The temple features a training ground, study hall, dormitories, and chapel. In the center of the temple stood a massive, ancient tree with vibrant golden leaves. It once stood for Illumen but now tainted and desecrated it stands for nothing but profane worship. “Justice demands the whole place be cleansed. Since they did not abandon their path through choice… It saddens me, but justice without force is simply powerless; force without justice is tyrannical. His will be done.”