The Lore of Archmagus Uvlius of the Temple

As the last bits of sunlight filtered through the woods of The Fey, Uvlius paused to reflect on the last few days. How long had he been there, lost in the forest? It seemed like only yesterday that he had fled in haste from the band of zombies that seem to be appearing ever more frequently since the mysterious appearance of the sacred flames and the wizards foolish enough to be consumed by them.

But he must have been lost for longer than that? The wind spell that he had cast to escape not only drained him of his power, but left him helplessly without direction when he finally awoke on the floor of the forest. Now he has no choice but to wander on, with the only sign of life being the distant "Hoot, Hoot" of an owl that has been gradually getting louder.

Hoping to come across a trail or landmark of some sort, Uvlius pushes onwards, still unable to conjure the energy to cast any spells that may aid him. With nothing but trees in sight, he suddenly hears a rustling in the leaves above him. Squinting upwards into the dying light of the day, he sees a figure in the trees. The owl that he heard has appeared! Looking into its eyes, he can sense that the owl is somehow trying to communicate with him. After a few minutes of staring, the owl begins to slowly move in a new direction, landing from tree to tree while waiting for Uvlius to catch up.

Could this be the way out? Lacking any better ideas, Uvlius decides to follow on, hoping that the owl can lead him back to civilization where he can rest up and restore his powers.

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