As it is, you may be wondering. 'How in the devils dunked donuts did this fucker end up where he is, in some stupid, annoying, nearly pitch black abyss. Only being illuminated vaguely by these reflective surfaces commonly referred to as mirrors.' Well, the answer is simple, kind of. It all started off with this damned human. A fellow known as Wuulph Ireme.
Let me paint this picture: At present, there are only four races. Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs. They follow very simple societies, mostly keeping to their kingdoms and mostly interacting for trade, at least that's how it was. But I digress, we are here to hear about Wuulph Ireme, the young witch. Of course, the most he's actually done magically is making barriers and enhancing tools around his family's house.
Either way, he finds himself standing on a cliffside on the human territories, looking off into the distant seas with waves crashing against the rocks. But what matters is not what is in front of him, but what was behind him.
A large forest, home to beasts and tricksters, and a tree on the outer edge with a single darkened pathway. Wuulph, of freaking course, stepped right on through it with the confidence of an elderly man trimming a rosebush.
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Where he found himself was, strangely enough for those unfamiliar, not inside a tree but actually within a cave. The current Witch King, an older human gent, was very fond of transportation type magic and had bound an entrance into the place in every race's territory. The Witch King being the entity that pretty much decides what magic cannot be practiced and generally acting as a teacher for most witches he often ends up making announcements.
This one being most serious, Wuulph finds himself getting into the standing rows of witches from every race, groupings of elves, orcs, males, females, the poor and the rich surrounding him. As the Witch King steps onto a slightly raised stand, his robes flowing behind him despite the lack of wind, as he prepares to make an announcement.
His voice, deep and rough, he begins, "I am sure you all are aware by now, we likely won't be meeting for a long while after this. Since the bloody Races decided now would be such a perfect damned time for war, I am just here to say good luck, serve your kings, and let's hope we don't have to face each other."
It was true, of course. All the races' kings had gotten along very poorly up till now, and finally war had broken out. Now, I cannot speak for every witch present, but Wuulph himself was a bit annoyed, he had friends belonging to most the races and he knew fully well his king would be sending out all he could. So, Wuulph said his farewells to those he knew and stepped back out of the cave, through the tree, watching the vast seas before making his way back to the human kingdom so he may get his duty.