Journey into Fire

Dsque hesitated for but a moment. What was she doing? Why had she come to this place? Her heart yearned to go forward though, and so she did, moving closer to the mountain, towards the scar in its side.

Her spear rested on her back. She had yet to actually use it in combat, or even in training. It was far too dangerous, the ability to strip a victim's of its mind was a terrible power, one which she questioned herself, until thought of the Puppetteer surfaced. Dasque would return some day and finish that fight, bring death to the foul creature, but not yet. No, she needed strength, she needed wisdom. That is what drove her to ascend the mountain part way, and to slip into the opening, and into the mountain.

Dasque's inner light dimmed as she descended so as not to bring attention to herself when she found the source of the drumming, of the fire and ash.