Awaken...

[Malazel Hellfern]

Professor Hellfern was once a reputed scientist/alchemist for the Kirin Tor. His focus was the merging of the arcane with the technological to create even
greater weaponry for the Alliance troops. A powerful magi in his own right, he had never stepped foot on the front lines. As one of the creators of the radiation
bomb used in hopes of aiding Gnomeregan, Professor Hellfern stood by his invention and remained in the city to detonate it. He swore it would do the job promised to
High Tinker Mekkatorque, but his miscalculations cost the lives of many of the cities inhabitants, as well as his own.

Years later, in the darkness of Deathknell's mortuary, he awakens with a sickening scream. "WHERE AM I??!!" His voice echoes in the dank, cold chambers deep beneath
the earth's surface. His mostly bones hands slide the already pried coffin lid from its place above him. The thick stone cracks in half as it hits the floor of the
mortuary. In horror he takes inventory of himself. Rotted flesh hangs from bone, what is left of his robes cling to the remaining, decayed skin of his body. He
sees the torch lit staircase and runs up it, following each glowing turn until he sees moonlight cascading down the final flight of stairs. He pauses for a moment,
not sure if she should ascend. Further madness surely awaits him. But no answers lie behind him, so he climbs the final flight and steps out into the graveyard
before him.

He scans the the dimly lit area and notices someone approaching, gas lantern in hand. Malazel looks for something to protect himself with and then realizes that one
of his hands is on fire. "Settle my brother, for it is only me, Mordo, the undertaker of this here yard." Mordo raises his lantern to show that he is also an
undead. "What has happened to me??" begs Malazel.

Mordo nods, "If I had a silver for every time I heard -that- question.."

Malazel's hand reignites, "Do not tempt me."

Mordo nods and waves his hands for Malazel to calm himself, "All will be revealed in time. You have been chosen by the Great Lady, brother. I know it may not seem
it now, but it is an honor like no other." Mordo begins to walk away into the darkness, even his lantern begins to fade, "Your answers lie with her. She awaits you."

"But how do I find my way??" yells Malazel after Mordo.

With a faded, haunting voice, "Your path lies before you..." And with that, Mordo disappears into the misty night.

Malazel takes another look around before taking his first steps down the stone path. Questions the only thing that consume him.