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Journal Entry #42:
...for as long as i can remember, I have wanted to be the most powerful warlock the face of DI has ever seen. I have far excelled over all of my peers, and I can feel my professors are holding me back from my true potential. I don't know why they would do this, but it angers me to no end. I suspect they are prideful, and do not wish to see an apprentice surpass themselves. But I have already surpassed them, and as soon as I have passed the final initiation to become a full fledged warlock, and have thus gained access to the most destructive shadow warlock spells, I will be unstoppable.
“Swain”“Yes professor?” Swain replied.
“Why did you join this academy, why do you wish to become a shadow warlock?”An odd question considering his initiation was only two weeks away, but he answered out of his pride.
“Because I wish to become the most powerful sorcerer ever.”
“Is that so? How do you expect to do such a thing? Are you going to attend the school of the mages as well? And what about the school of the mystic? You are a very apt pupil Swain, but it is very difficult to learn a second school of magic. With only the skills of a shadow warlock available to you, I find this very hard to achieve, although I will not discount such a goal, it is good to have goals after all.”He continued jokingly
“How exactly did you plan on achieving this Swain? Signing a dark contract with demons?” He joked, the rest of the class laughing with him.
To this Swain sat there, appearing dumb founded at his professors wise words. How could he be a great sorcerer with only the ways of the warlock available to him? Of course he wasn’t going to spend a second more than he had under another professors tutelage. According to the professor, it is quite difficult to understand anyways, not that Swain wasn't capable of doing so.
But it was what the professor said in joking that really intrigued Swain. What could possibly be more feared, awed, and ultimately respected than the dark arts? So much power lies within them. The magic of the shadow warlock was indeed part of this dark magic, but its so watered down in the academy that the students rarely touch its full potential, the entirely of its dark power.
After class Swain rushed to the library, frantically searching for something, anything, that would lead him to such a creature that the professor mentioned. It took hours, but he did seem to find something, a location of a dark tower. The book recounted a battle that took place against the creatures of darkness that inhabited the tower. To which the author of the book claimed that people of various races came together to fight a vile demon known only as “Decay”. The book also claimed that the demon had been defeated without so much as a fight, and somehow vanished into thin air.
How can this be? Swain reasoned. A demon with such immense power as is described in this book could not possibly have been defeated so easily? He must have fled or used misdirection to make it appear he was deceased. What better way to live than to die? For in death no one will call to you, or assume that you in fact live. You could go on doing what you wish in peace.
Looking on a map, Swain found out that the castle was a weeks journey away, which would leave enough time for him to go and come back again in time for his initiation. All he would need to do is leave a sufficient reason as for his absence. His intention being to find out what happened to “Decay” and to see if he, or any of his followers were still there.
So that is exactly what he set out to do. Packing enough supplies for the journey, he set out at the first sign of daybreak the next day. He tried to make as much haste as possible, if he could shorten the trip to six days that would be excellent. He did not know how long it would take to find what he was looking for.