EVERQUESTY

Jeremy wore his gold armor across his chest and shoulders and bore into the sand with heavy metallic boots. The young Warlock was only visiting his neighbors’ castle and yet he felt a titillating yearning to own it. The Warlock is much like a princely mage, obsessed with power and yet goaded by magic. The poor beast of a man could not stop wanting and lusting over everything that he laid his eye upon. There was something more to it, something unspoken between Mages and Warlocks alike which made it impossible to make any dealings with them. They would look only at your pockets before agreeing to even consider speaking with you. This was a major flaw in there