Abethsin did indeed recover from his torture. He woke up on the cold stone floor of the Labyrinth. He slowly wandered around, lost in the shifting dungeon for several more years. He had no idea of what year it was, or where he was headed. Eventually he found an exit from the realm. Through the exit, he landed in a place that contrasted the hell like maze he had just left. The air around him was light and cheery. Life teemed everywhere. The feeling unnerved him. He remembered the teachings of his would be lord. The Silver Prince told him, that in a place of light and life like this, one must hide under the trappings of death to avoid the sick feeling it would invoke in creations of death. Abethsin quickly raided some grave for the funeral garments, and his armor was already adorned with the marks of death, so he guessed he would be fine. It didn’t take long for him to notice that the main creatures of this realm were not human, but instead a kind of cross breed between human and animal. They could speak, and they called themselves Furre. For months, Abethsin wandered the realm alone and lost. He knew that he had fled his lord, and that the Prince would eventually either punish him mystically, would simply kill him, or would come into this realm to collect him once more. Not knowing what to do, Abethsin simply wandered the realm looking through bars, graves, and all sorts of other places. Sure enough, rumor spread of some demon-creature was traveling this world searching for him. Abethsin went into hiding, and nothing was heard of him for a long time. Recently however, Abethsin has made an appearance once more. He has found a new lord, which he now serves as best as he can once more. He is traveling the same places he was before, dueling strangers and creating undead to test his own skills after years of being dormant. He is quickly relearning all that he once knew. The question in his mind remained, how long until the Silver Prince returns looking for him?
