The mage sat in the breeze that ruffled the wildflowers and tickled the ends of his robes. The city was beneath the hilltop and across the plains. A beautiful sight and he hoped it would find more peace soon. The mage held out his hand and formed the wind within it. In the other, he formed a swirl of darkness. It trickled over his palm and dripped onto the ground, darkening the blooming flowers. He had yet to really talk to anyone about the strange turn of events dive deeper into it. He spun his palm over and let the magic vanish from his hands.
"What's next," he thought and sat back. he had a family on the way now, A guild to tend to and a clan to remake. "Seems like I have some long nights ahead of me," His back leaned on a tree as the thoughts swirled in his mind, unsure of where he was going to start but he knew it would all work out one way or another.
His ears perked up as footsteps plodded up the long trail behind him. He cast dark magic to create a shadow that lingered behind him. A trick to make up for one of the vampiric downsides.
"Who's there," he called out and peered around the tree. A group of armored men approached with weapons at their sides.
"Are you Kazimir?" The man in front asked with a demanding tone.