[i]I am awake but I am not...I know I am of a thousand...I know I have power...I know not who I am[/i] The sorcerer rises and looks around the room he is in. Debris clutters the floor and the room is lit only from the light slicing through the grating above. It smells damp and of old things too rotten to identify. [i]Where am I[/i] The sorcerer moves around the room feeling the walls. At first it rebels from his touch, like a child scared of a monster, then it caresses his hand. A faint echo of laughter in the distance [i]This place is cursed, and it seems so am I[/i] He rubs his armored fingers together, smearing ichor between them. Under his helmet he sneers, then turns his attention to a way out. A large door, rusted and coated with unidentified grime grinds open. He instinctively draws his sword and let's the energies of the great ocean move through it. [i]If I am to open my mind I must move on...[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]