#mordren

.Drew four major wizard NPCs from the early part of our journey. In order:

Lovoculus: The most chad wizard, built a flying tower to test heroic adventurers and also as a monument to his party. Left cryptic riddles and instructions cast into a golem named Stoic.

Allarayne the Blue: One of the conclave wizards, for conjuration magic. When she teleports us a storm appears. Just generally a chill babe.

Mordren: A worshipper of the death goddess the Raven Queen... disposed and took the place of. Kept a few secret dungeons including one in the Winterlands.

Lailam: A racist elf wizard who was the last survivor of another party we fought. We kept her alive for some reason (might've been 900gp).

Size of drawing in sketchbook:

Mordren leaned against the padded wall as his stomach growled. He had been in this grey room for days with no food, no water, and no sight or sound of any other person.

The slot at the bottom of the door clicked and something slid in.

Mordren's head snapped up as he looked at the first stimulation he had had since he was brought here.

It was a grey bowl full of grey mush. He stumbled over to it and inspected it, a small note was placed underneath it, gray font on grey paper.

'Eat'

Mordren sniffed the mush, it smelled faintly of dried rice and sawdust. But it still made his stomach clench in anticipation. There were no utensils, so he stuck his finger in and took a small scoop of the inedible looking substance and placed it in his mouth.

It was not only bland, it tasted of nothing. Tasteless, textureless mush. He wolfed it down regardless. He had nothing else.

When he was done he turned the bowl over in his hands, the only thing he had to touch other than the padded walls.