AbandonmentNight creeps on Solaris, Capital city of the skull lands. Smoke drifts from the torches outside and a warm wind runs swiftly through the city. In the shadows, a singular pillar of ash drifts from place to place, not at all in random... but intelligently... It avoids sight from the passing guard, slipping through cracks in the doors and windows. Soon, it makes it's way to the largest construct in the city... The Arcane tower, the place where wizards and sorcerers are trained to use, or in a sorcerers case, harness the power of magic.
The Ash cloud stopped at it's huge doors, and slowly solidifies. first to become visible are fingers and feet, then arms and legs, all going from ash to flesh, then on top of flesh, clothing. A small pile of ash still remains to the side, still and calm. The being looks at it, face stricken with worry. "Come on... come on... please don't fail me..." Then the ashes move, forming into a small basket, blanket.. and little boy, with big brass eyes staring at his father. The man smiles, and picks up the baby. "Hello, my little dragon." The baby squeals in delight, laughing and smiling. The man gives a sad smile, and puts the baby back in the basket. "Be safe my boy" He places a note in the basket with the boy, then dissolves into ash once more. Leaving the boy, with a paper. Only one word on it. Rathashan.