Karasen had been living within the alleyways of Connaloth Kingdom for months.. No, years.. He couldn't remember how long it had been, but he was tired of living in hiding! Stepping out of the shadows into the light of day, he looked out from under his grimy cloak, his hair hanging in front of his face. "Let there be fire!" He shouted as he knelt down, pressing his hand against the hard stone floor of the street. Several of the citizens had been looking at him strangely, their eyes widening as they heard what he had said. Suddenly, the ground around Karasen's hand sparked, several trails of white hot fire shooting across the floor towards several of the citizens....
"MAGE!!!!" Shouted every citizen within the area, turning the other way and running for their lives. The guards of the castle would no doubt heard the panicked shouting of these citizens and come running soon. Until then, Karasen would have a little fun. The trails of white hot fire that hadn't incinerated a few of the citizens had melted right through stone walls, causing them to collapse in on themselves easily. Karasen laughed as he looked to the right, seeing a lit torch perched on the side of a building, no doubt used to light the night streets. Someone must have forgotten all about it... Oh well...
Holding his right hand out towards the torch, the flames began to move in a strange pattern, rising from the torch quickly, flying over to him. Karasen was able to hold one end of the flame as the rest fell to the floor like a whip. Grinning, he gave the whip a simple snap to the right, a small stone house being ripped in two in the blink of an eye. "I wonder if the guards will come now..." He thought boredly.
