Admar strolled leisurely down the dirt path towards the local cemetery, the pale moonlight glinting off his shimmering colored robes and causing a cascade of rainbow lights to dance around him on the ground. The day itself had been rather uneventful, his studies yielding little in the way of answers which the color invoker master was seeking. Pausing about halfway there, he held up his glass prism towards the light of the white moon, letting the light shine through it for a moment. His eyes became like a haze, as though he were staring into the foggy void of nothing. He remained like this for several minutes, before his eyes retained their normal color returning to reality. The signs indicated he may find his answers in the mausoleum nearby, the direction he was already headed. It never hurt to double check, he assured himself, nodding once in finality.
The mage continued onward, his robes swishing around him as though to a soft melody of sorts, the gentle swish swish being almost hypnotic to anyone who may be passing by. There was a slight chill to the air with a light breeze to accompany it, shadows flailing this way and that in the nightly gloom. Finally, he made it to his destination. Immediately, he sensed dark magic at work. A necromancer doth dwell within, Admar thought. He also noticed two figures by a crumbling gravestone, one a small winged child by the looks of it sitting there sobbing. The other was crouched nearby, watching the child with both curiosity and uneasiness present in her posture. The latter appeared to be a wolf shifter of some sort or another. However, the magic he sensed came not from either of them, but inside the darkened entrance to the crypt itself. It had to be there the wielder of dark arts were present.
Bracing himself, he walked right past the two figures and stood just outside the entrance but a little to the right of and once more his eyes went hazy. Contemplating the nature of who was inside before a direct confrontation was always the wise thing to do, he surmised. Admar waited for the dark mage to venture outside. He wished very much to speak with him, figuring perhaps he could learn from this individual. After all, the color invoker tapped into a variety of energies, with some of these not always being benign. It was energy and magic, nonetheless. He only did harm with it when the need arose which truthfully was not very often. Soon, the door was pushed open and a figure began to emerge from within.
