Ever since Roslyn had left the Hideaway, Dromus had taken over the supervision of the Empath, Cerys. What this did to the sorcerer was, among other things, slow his progress. He had, for once, allowed Cerys to remain utterly unattended as he saw to arranging a ward for himself. After all, manipulating arcana required practice in order to advance. Attunement, while an intriguing craft in it of itself, was by no means the craft that Dromus excelled in. Gravitation was the sorcerer's true passion among the arcana that he had been exposed to, for it was the representation of what he truly craved most.
The boy's adolescence had been marred, indirectly, by war. His family had been destroyed by despair, their inability to adapt, to tear through the sullen bonds of their own mind had been their end. And while those two sordid souls continued to breathe, they did not truly live, lost in a cesspool that they likely would never emerge from. Dromus craved power, for it allowed him to forge his own existence, something that even now in the Hideaway, Dromus could not truly mark as his own. Now, he lived for the Hideaway, served as an extension of it and in it, individuality was all but lost. It was not a miserable existence, though for this sorcerer, who was a flame among embers... he found the Hideaway tiresome, to say the very least.
When at last Dromus was given a chance to utilize the resources of the Hideaway, he seized it at once, gripping it as a chance for him to get to the point where he could leave this place once and for all. The sorcerer stepped forward, passing a sorcerer who had hidden himself away in the ward that he would soon make use of. A breath pulled into his lungs as he approached a fenced-off area, a ward shielded by the use of powerful arcana that the young man could not even begin to understand. Parting through a gated opening, Dromus closed the entrance behind him and advanced forward. Before him were several puppets, which upon his entrance seemed to come to life. As they rose from the ground, Dromus arched his eyebrows in surprise, completely bewildered even as one began to approach him. The puppet-like objects were not humanoid, but rather resembled dogs, rapid in their movement as they advanced several meters before the sorcerer could react. Felled to the ground by the puppet's weight, Dromus found a gasp was forced out of his lungs, the sorcerer reaching out to grip its long muzzle of a mouth before it could attempt to bite at him. Kicking forward with both legs, Dromus sought to get the canine-like puppet off of his body, though it fell back merely a few feet.
What am I doing?! I came in expecting something like this... Why am I being helpless?
Eyebrows furrowed as rage flowed into the sorcerer's mind, Dromus quickly rising to his knees as a breath filled his lungs. As both of the puppets approached, the sorcerer attracted arcana to him, his ring-adorned hand facing towards them as he willed Arcana to form into force, driving it forward and slamming straight into the forward-most canine. It was pushed back immediately, thrown to the floor and rolling several feet as the other advanced. The sorcerer, emboldened by his first strike at the puppets, gathered arcana to him once more. Channeling it through the conduit once more, yet another breath filled the sorcerer's lungs. Surging forward, a grin materialized upon the sorcerer's lips, a puppet in mid-leap as Dromus pushed forward. The canine's neck snapped as Dromus pushed it, the construct colliding into the other, both rolling on the floor as one remained felled. The remaining puppet, larger by far than the first, faced towards the sorcerer, legs tensed as it seemingly figured out how it would advance. Dromus took the chance to pull at Arcana once more, the strain of doing so immediately noting itself as pain flickered through the young man's mind. He'd never felt the need to push so many times in sequence, his fingers trembling as he exerted himself. But, he needed to push himself. There was, after all, no progress without risk.
Is this what burning feels like?
The sorcerer rose to his feet as the other advanced, his head tilting just slightly as he raised his hand.