Discovering Hidden Talents - closed with thesuperiorsoulreaver
How a Noxian found himself standing upon a flying stone zeppelin above the mountains of Ionia was a curious happenstance - how he made it to Ionia without dying was impressive in itself. Dying, dead, probably didn't mean much to the cold man-spectre now. A strange hybrid of death and life- how was it done? The magic of the Shadow Isles was strange and strong. Something worth investigating, perhaps. From afar. No use risking life or limb to learn about such a dangerous, volatile place. Draven would find himself at the steps of the great temple of the Dark Sovereign, seeking guidance within his newly discovered body and aura. Bright blue and largely eminent, the reaver of souls called for the mage who lived in the temple, not bothering to knock. The dark, deep, beyond-death voice alerted the temple's sole inhabitant- Syndra- to a visitor. Scowl forming upon her otherwise delicate face, she flew across the halls, with a booming voice that shouted, "Who dares to disturb the Dark Sovereign?"