Chaos

Clothes worn by a chaos sorcerer.

The man claims to have sealed himself away, but who's ever heard of sentient magic? It is no doubt difficult to judge to veracity of the man's words, but this hood seems to possess an unusual power.

He calls himself Navlaan now.

The keep had been abandoned for centuries, left alone and forgotten by the world at large, hidden away from sight and out of the way of travelers, if anyone found themselves at the gates of this place, it was because they wanted to be here. Inside there was no one left to do research on the soul, the people who had once studied with things with a maddening obsession had either left, died, or had suffered a fate much, much worse. There was however, one person left, or perhaps two.

The man sat by himself, behind a transparent wall of magic, impossible to escape from the inside, he was a prisoner here, as well as his own jail keeper. It was been so very long since he had spoken, and a part of him wondered if he was still capable of speech, but despite this he was in constant conversation.

"I wonder when someone will come along," thought a part of him, his voice deep and menacing.

"Never, that was the plan, to find somewhere to hide so that no one will ever come," said another voice his this shared head, this one more timid, trying to stand up to the other voice.

"Someone will, they always do. From the tops of the Dragon Aerie, to the bottom of the Black Gulch, people will always find a way to explore every nook and cranny of this world. It's only a matter of time."

"They won't pull the lever. There's no way anyone would trust you into pulling that lever."

"People are stupid, you should know that better than anyone, they do all sorts of things to sate their curiosity, even if they know it can only end poorly for them, the human mind seeks to know things with certainty, despite how morbid their desires to simply know are. You of all people should have known that."

"I should have never started with that research, I should have put my foot down when Aldia came to me and asked-"

"You would do it again, I know you would, you lack the ability to look into the darkness of the abyss and turn away. Aldia may have been the man who set you on this path, but you are the one who carved it."

"And I regret every second of it. I should have burned everything I had back in Majula, set the whole mansion on fire, but now who knows who could stroll in there and take what they like."

"Hahaha, oh yes, Majula, the place of my birth. I was always fond of that mansion, such a shame that it is being desecrated by such feeble-mind insects."

"You're not going to kill them, I have countermeasure upon countermeasures. Even if someone does free you, you're still never leaving this spot."

"Maybe, but there's always a way. Yes, there is always a way."