Akiv walked through the cold marble hallways in silence. His black clothing stood out against the bright white stone and his face seemed to fade in the glow of the candlelight. Only the puffed red cheeks beneath his bright blue eyes stood out. He carried a small bag that one might have mistaken for a purse if not observing carefully.
He stopped when he reached the door. This was not his first time in the famous Citadel of Radasanth, but it was certainly a trip unlike any other. He had asked for no opponent. The empty room was his and his alone. He turned the knob and took a deep breath before forcing himself to cross the threshold.
Silence seemed to envelope him. The floor seemed nearly non existent and yet it held his weight. The monks had certainly provided exactly what he'd asked. The blankness was never ending. No walls, no floor, no ceiling. Just a never ending expanse of white.
He held his bundle close as he took thirty or so steps forward. Then, he knelt and gently removed the contents of the bag. It was only the second time he'd seen the strange item. It was found amongst his mother's belongings, certainly a recent purchase.
And for some reason all he could think of was that it most certainly had something to do with her foolish actions and her untimely death.
And so, he would leave it here. To either be swallowed whole by the magics of the Citadel, or to be found by someone who might find a use for such a trinket.
Originally Posted by OOC