Wolf_Demon
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2009
It had been a long road now and there was still a lot of things he needed to learn about magic and himself. This black young man was almost 50 years of age now at the age of 47 years old. He takes his staff in his hand walking slowly down the road "Man, it sucks being an old man sometimes." He laughs to himself now, before tilting his head to the side now "Oh my, which way should I go now?" He places some bones on the ground, before placing his hand over them chanting a small spell before the bones point north. He looks at the bones before picking them up "Well, I guess I will head that way after a small nap." He sits down near a tree laying up against it as his right elbow begins to itch "Something tell me that today is not going to be a good day." He laughs a bit to himself closing his eyes a bit.