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Lorenor awoke suddenly from his half-meditative position. He oft camped outside in the wilderness those days, realizing that he did not like the noise levels of busy cities like Radasanth.

What awoke him so suddenly was a feeling of dread, a powerful magic lurked in the area and at that precise moment a red light shot up in the air.

Lorenor did not know Sage and Stare directly, but he knew the forces of magic.

There are many powerful forces in the world... Lorenor thought to himself as he stood up and wiped the meditation out of his glowing blue eyes. He gathered his belongings and knew, no, felt compelled to where his next destination would be. Gathering his things, he quickly closed his tent and put out his campfire. He'd readied a basic pit for the campfire so that he would not harm nature at all...

As he stood up he placed his two handed great sword across his back at an angle and gathered his shield. Lorenor was a Paladin, a devout follower of the old ways. More importantly...Lorenor was an Undead Paladin at that. But he was a very specific kind of Undead. As he stood he felt a great power from nearby to where the red light shot up from.

Lorenor knew his hour had come.

Without fear in his step or hesitation, he walked towards the general position of Stare and Sage. In his mind, he was mentally preparing an escape route should the need arise. When he arrived on the scene, he saw Sage casting powerful magics, at least in Lorenor's eyes. Lorenor was never good with the arcane arts but he had one gift he could use if the need presented itself. Lorenor narrowed his eyes and looked at Sage and the nearby form of Stare. "What is going on here?" Lorenor asked...his voice was perhaps a bit more accusatory than he meant for it to sound.