Post by DM Infection on Dec 4, 2009 0:45:18 GMT -5
On a night, a stormy night two elves run threw the woods seemingly trying to escape something. They carry a baby with them. An arrow shoots threw the night and the male falls.
"GO! He must be given to the hermit!" he screams with all his might to his beloved. The woman looks at him with tear filled eyes before turning to run. But right as she does another arrow strikes her threw her chest, nicking the babies face right above his right eye. The woman falls and the child cries out. A bright flash floods the woods. Not to long after a man draped in dark robes and a hood finds the child wrapped in a cloth and crying loudly.
He leans over to inspect the child.
"Hmm. i can see great promise in you young one."
He pokes the woman's body.
"Dead. I'll come back for you later. As for you little one, you shall learn what I can teach you."
He takes the baby in his arms and shelters him from the rain under his cloak.
As the years pass and the baby grows to a young child the man starts to teach the child the art of picking locks and showed him the basics of traps. The child showed promise in the arts of a rogue but the man knew his greater purpose. He was a blood mage at heart. He could tell as the child often made small lightning jolts when playing with his locks and some magically opened.
The years passed some more and the child grew to be of age the man thought would be good to start teaching him magic and to revile the truth.
"I have something to tell you." the man said to the child a little hesitation in his voice.
"What is it papa?" the child said back with gleaming eyes.
"I....I am not your father. It should be a bit obvious to you now. Your ears are pointed and mine is not. This may hurt but you must embrace the pain and use it. Your parents died when you were just a baby. I found you in the woods wrapped in a cloth and crying. I found your parents not to far from you, dead."
The child stood speechless. He stared with awe for a bit and spoke.
"Your my father now. I don't care about them. They didn't much care about me if they were walking about where they knew was dangerous."
"No." the man said sternly. "Your parents were somewhat like me. I had received word that an elven couple would bring their child to me but was told to keep it with the up most secrecy. I did not know that was them till sometime later when they never showed up."
"What do you mean 'somewhat like you'?" the child said curiously.
"They tampered with the dark arts child. That's not something that is accepted by the elven community. They like their mages to be of pure intent not evil by any means."
"So the elves killed my parents?" the child said with sadness and anger in his voice.
"Judging by the arrows i found i would think so..." The man said with a small sigh.
The child stood before him infuriated. "I hate them. I hate them all. Why kill someone for the type of magic they pursue? Isn't magic just magic?"
"To most, no. Necromancy is not something that is widely accepted. It involves bringing the dead back to life for ones own gain. Most think that the dead deserve rest and should not be tampered with. We necromancers feel that it's a study of magic just as any other study is. People persecute what they can't understand and what they don't feel is right."
"Still.... I don't think it's right to kill others just for what type of magic they want to learn." The child clenched his fists. "Teach me. Teach me the arts. I'll show them! I'll show all of them what a necromancer is capable of! They will learn to regret what they have done!"
The man looked back with astonishment.
"Are you sure you wish to pursue this path child? Once you commit to a life of necromancy there is no turning back. You will likely live a life of isolationism as I am now."
"I am sure." the child said with no hesitation what so ever. "I want to learn it. I want you to show me the way."
"From this day forward you will be known as Azurus." The man smiled then took a stern face. "Get to bed! Your training starts tomorrow!"
// Any input is welcome. Will add to it as I go.
"GO! He must be given to the hermit!" he screams with all his might to his beloved. The woman looks at him with tear filled eyes before turning to run. But right as she does another arrow strikes her threw her chest, nicking the babies face right above his right eye. The woman falls and the child cries out. A bright flash floods the woods. Not to long after a man draped in dark robes and a hood finds the child wrapped in a cloth and crying loudly.
He leans over to inspect the child.
"Hmm. i can see great promise in you young one."
He pokes the woman's body.
"Dead. I'll come back for you later. As for you little one, you shall learn what I can teach you."
He takes the baby in his arms and shelters him from the rain under his cloak.
As the years pass and the baby grows to a young child the man starts to teach the child the art of picking locks and showed him the basics of traps. The child showed promise in the arts of a rogue but the man knew his greater purpose. He was a blood mage at heart. He could tell as the child often made small lightning jolts when playing with his locks and some magically opened.
The years passed some more and the child grew to be of age the man thought would be good to start teaching him magic and to revile the truth.
"I have something to tell you." the man said to the child a little hesitation in his voice.
"What is it papa?" the child said back with gleaming eyes.
"I....I am not your father. It should be a bit obvious to you now. Your ears are pointed and mine is not. This may hurt but you must embrace the pain and use it. Your parents died when you were just a baby. I found you in the woods wrapped in a cloth and crying. I found your parents not to far from you, dead."
The child stood speechless. He stared with awe for a bit and spoke.
"Your my father now. I don't care about them. They didn't much care about me if they were walking about where they knew was dangerous."
"No." the man said sternly. "Your parents were somewhat like me. I had received word that an elven couple would bring their child to me but was told to keep it with the up most secrecy. I did not know that was them till sometime later when they never showed up."
"What do you mean 'somewhat like you'?" the child said curiously.
"They tampered with the dark arts child. That's not something that is accepted by the elven community. They like their mages to be of pure intent not evil by any means."
"So the elves killed my parents?" the child said with sadness and anger in his voice.
"Judging by the arrows i found i would think so..." The man said with a small sigh.
The child stood before him infuriated. "I hate them. I hate them all. Why kill someone for the type of magic they pursue? Isn't magic just magic?"
"To most, no. Necromancy is not something that is widely accepted. It involves bringing the dead back to life for ones own gain. Most think that the dead deserve rest and should not be tampered with. We necromancers feel that it's a study of magic just as any other study is. People persecute what they can't understand and what they don't feel is right."
"Still.... I don't think it's right to kill others just for what type of magic they want to learn." The child clenched his fists. "Teach me. Teach me the arts. I'll show them! I'll show all of them what a necromancer is capable of! They will learn to regret what they have done!"
The man looked back with astonishment.
"Are you sure you wish to pursue this path child? Once you commit to a life of necromancy there is no turning back. You will likely live a life of isolationism as I am now."
"I am sure." the child said with no hesitation what so ever. "I want to learn it. I want you to show me the way."
"From this day forward you will be known as Azurus." The man smiled then took a stern face. "Get to bed! Your training starts tomorrow!"
// Any input is welcome. Will add to it as I go.