Drax was in a rowdy tavern called the 'Salty Dog.' The spear men was having a drink alone and cursing his luck. Only the 'Mage Born' may inherit and own land. Only those with the 'gift' of magic could get to the top in this kingdom. Drax, while a talented warrior, did not have the gift of magic.
He was fed up with it. The mountain of a man wanted to vent his frustrations on some one. Just then a lithe mage walked in. Drax drank in 'her' form in 'her' all black robes and high heels. He smiled evilly to himself as he got an idea to teach one of those stuck up magic users a lesson and have some fun. Drax waited until 'she' presented an opening to get 'her' alone.
He was fed up with it. The mountain of a man wanted to vent his frustrations on some one. Just then a lithe mage walked in. Drax drank in 'her' form in 'her' all black robes and high heels. He smiled evilly to himself as he got an idea to teach one of those stuck up magic users a lesson and have some fun. Drax waited until 'she' presented an opening to get 'her' alone.