This impressive home happened to be the dwellings of two members of the Lamia Scale guild, two mages that worked as partners. The one who first awoke in this building was the pink haired female of the two, who seemed to have know memory of who she was and how she got there. The other was a certain gray haired young man who had been invited by the former to live at this mansion as a means of aiding her in regaining her memories, as well as to give the mage a more permanent residence than the rooftops of Hargeon. However, on this stormy night, one of those residents was struggling to make his way home.
Dmitry Kazakov's body was in awful shape, both inside and out. Set upon by two skilled enemies, ravaged by a deadly aura, thrown into a maelstrom of suffering, and forced to except a new and intense power on top of a body that was already failing him, the mage dropped down to his knees and coughed up blood on the ground, the red fluid quickly washed a way by the downpour. Forcing himself back on to his feet, Dmitry pushed onward, the mansion that had become his home finally in sight. After stumbling over to the door, he barely managed to twist the handle open and throw his broken body into the entrance, collapsing like a broken toy that had been cast aside by a spoiled child.
As he lay there on his back, he coughed more blood all over himself, nearly choking on it. His vision was now blurred and he was panting heavily, struggling to remain conscious. But even he couldn't fight against the white haze that was overtaking his vision as the world around hims slowly drifted away, his consciousness along with it.
(OOC: Right, so it's finally here! You know most of the plan already, just need to get to a word count of 3,000 before the exam can be concluded. My posts will not contribute to that count in any way.)
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