Deacon, an aspiring adventurer, had found a long forgotten and desolate prison hidden deep within a forest, the prison was clearly older than the kingdoms around the forest but no sigils or symbols of any kind could link the prison with any old kingdom Deacon knew.

After a while of tinkering with the prison's front doors, Deacon finally managed to open them. Though Deacon has seen many ancient structures before he has never seen one so decrepit and worn as this one. 'The interior is so worn... So many little holes, but no pests. Strange.' Deacon though to himself. The dark interior of the prison made Deacon feel more alone than usual, but he also felt watched. 'I may need to bring mercenaries with me if it gets too dangerous.' Deacon worriedly thought. Deacon makes it past cell blocks A through E, before finally making towards the end of the prison blocks, Deacon was nearing the solitary cells.

Readying himself, Deacon approach the doors of the solitary cells which had a small window to view inside. Deacon already nervous from feeling watched, approached the first door. Before even touching the door Deacon had felt the presence of a barrier blocking the door. Deacon. slightly alarmed, tried to remove the barrier but only to find that the barrier was a immensely powerful one, one in which Deacon had no hope of removing. Deacon curiously looked around the first solitary cell finding out that, the barrier wasn't only on the door, it covered the whole cell from what it seemed like. 'Who would go through the effort of putting a powerful barrier around a single cell?' Deacon thought.

Yearning for an answer Deacon looked through the small window, it was dimly lit and there seemingly was a man sitting on a broken bed. Deacon could barely see tried knocking on the door, but the barrier prevented him from doing so. The man on the bed looked over towards the door, and walked towards it. Finally able to see the man said "Who are you. and how long have you been here?" The man surprised Deacon wasn't an illusion said "Who are you? I've been here for so many years..."

Lamenting his past the man continued "My name is Daryl, and I've trapped here since the end of the 3rd era." Deacon, astonished, said "There's no way that can be, its the 5th era, what are you two thousand years old?" Daryl going pale said "Its... The 5th era? Is that how long I've been here? Nearly two thousand years?" Deacon couldn't think of a reply, so he changed the subject "What do you mean 'trapped' here?" "I was forced here by my closest ally, who also stripped me of my powers." Daryl replied.