Rapheumets Well - Witch of Darkspire Official (Censored)
Darmak’s name was stricken from his memory. Along with the Okvier spirit Sen, the exile began his Journey to the grand city of Emen Yer. Stepping the from the portal on the outskirts of the capitol, he emerged in the decrepit forest of Vracul, the home of the dark spire. As Darmak walked along the winding roads memories flooded his very being, it anchored him to the ground, it cut him as a sharp blade into his gut. Daasha, the seer of the Capitol and was often called the witch of dark spire. She was his wife's most trusted friend and the one betrayed them, ratting them out. For money, for power, it did not matter to Darmak; for now he is the hand of death.. Darmak pursued the ancient roads, through the dead forest of Vracul he came upon the dark spire. At the entrance, Darmak was met by her guardian though it was no was match for Darmaks wrath as his blade pierced its core. As he climbed the walls he could hear her muttering chants as Daasha sat, bathed in the attention of her concubines. Ever so quietly Darmak walked along the contour of the walls. His memories stunned him, rooting him to the floor. In his hesitation, he was discovered by her servants. They were alluring, seducing him, entrancing his senses giving time for Daasha to approach. Her attempts ultimately failed as he dispelled the trance. Retreating, the sevant attacked to no avail. Daasha knew her defeat as she sat upon her throne of guilt. In that moment, her morality was no longer displaced as she realized the atrocity she had done. Darmak himself felt a moment of pity for Daasha but death was certain for her. The pain of his wife's death fueled his purpose as he cut the witch's throat.