((Just popping in to post something that came to me while packing and studying. Ok, yeah, I'm procrastinating. Whatever. :P)) -by Razas Sometime.... Broken. Splintered. The creature that had once been Razas had been reduced to gibbering madness, locked away in the dungeons of the Undercity. Sometimes he spoke of fantastical ideas, formulas, which those who watched him quickly wrote down. Knowledge was power. This man's knowledge was worth more than putting him out of his misery. Or saving him, if it could be done. Despair was nothing new to the Forsaken. Those who could not endure were to be used. That is all.