Summoner -- The tales of a Hin Summoner

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The Hin walked about the streets of the city in which he was born. Nothing made this day seem any different from that of the day before, or the day before that. The beggars on the streets where still poor, despite the good will of the people of the city -- coins dropped more rarely than the drops of rain that poored over those with no roof.

The Hin walked into a shop, as if The Hin had never done anything but open that very door and entered that very shop, and said his hellos to those in the building. The Hin quickly navigated between the few people in the shop and on the way through the room, The Hin noticed that someone who wasn't usually there, had appeared.

The figure in the corner had never been real. Not before. The Hin had never seen the shade in real life. Only in dreams and nightmares. Always guiding him.

It spoke to him, with words that no-one else in the room heard. "Today you are changed, today your destiny begins."

The figure disappeared and The Hin felt a nothingness filling out a void that was never present before. The Hin fell to the ground and only then did the people in the shop notice anything.

The Hin woke days later, feverstruk. A priest was by the bed, talking about plague, diseases and evil forces -- devils. He couldn't have been more wrong. The Hin felt a strange urge, spoke words no-one in the room understood and a bolt of energy spew from the palm of The Hin and bored into the skull of the priest.

The priest was dead. His skull was leaking his brain and blood had filled the sheets of the bed, in which The Hin was still lying.

The Hin, confused and not knowing what to do, quickly fled the town. The murder of the priest was done unknowingly -- the words where gibberish and no-one had ever taught The Hin how to enchant or charm anything -- The Hin had now become changed.

The Hin walked for days, trying to forget his past and with plans to reestablish himself a new place, when the shade appeared again. This time the shade, appeared to be much more tangible -- almost physical. "You have changed.", the voice of the shade echoed in the head of The Hin. "You are no-longer what you once where."

Anger filled The Hin. It was the figure which had destroyed the work of a lifetime -- everything was lost and all that was left was vengeance and retribution. The Hin cried out with rage and started to speak words in the same strange tongue, as when the priest was killed. The Hin's vision turned red and energy was unleashed from the little halfling. A creature, the hin could not identify appeared and entered combat with the figure. An eye like figure, with eyestalks, appeared and started to shoot blue beams of energy at the shade.

The creature shot a beam of the ice cold energy from one of its stalks and unleashed a roar of anger at the shade, harming it and shaking it. The shade look surprised and frightened as it began to chant in the same tongue as the one The Hin used to summon the creature. The creature stopped and turned, looking at The Hin and the spoke "You are The Summoner."

The Summoner reached Isinhold a few days later, hardly recognizable by the friends and family of The Hin. Changed and corrupted.

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The Summoner packed a crossbow away. it had been "aquired" the day before reaching Isinhold from a human, foolish enough to help The Summoner, find the way to Isinhold.

Unspecting the human had walked in front of The Summoner talking about the Royal Griffin Inn and it had been an easy task for The Summoner to kill him.

The murder was done by way of the creature. The creature had been hidden in nearby shrubbery, until the human started to walk.

The human was killed because he was weak -- the murder took place because The Summoner wanted to own some of the items the human had. Among them, the crossbow.

The assault on the human started with a flashing bolt of energy, similar to the one used to kill the priest, only more powerful, and was quickly followed by ice cold blue energy from the creature. The human fell to the ground before a second had passed and as The Summoner stripped the human of his belongings, the human looked in dread at The Summoner, trying to understand what had happened as he died in the hands of The Summoner.

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Having spent several days in Isinhold, The Summoner had realized that while travelling, the roads did not just lead to a random location, but rather The Summoner was drawn towards Isinhold. The roads had bent and twisted in order to make sure that they could only lead to one place and Isinhold was that very place. The travels to Isinhold had a purpose.

While staying in Isinhold, The Summoner had remembered som old dreams that haunted the nights of adolescence -- dreams of demons and conquest. In each of them, the shade, which appeared in the shop and at the road about a week ago was present. Each time guiding -- or misguiding -- leading The Hin to either doom or greatness, but always at a cost.

Some dreams would depict vast hordes of demons, clawing and biting, maiming and ripping -- untill nothing was left of the fragile body they started on.

Some dreams would depict eternal conquest, where The Summoner would battle for continents, planets or even whole planes, until there was only one undisputed ruler -- The Summoner.

Most of the dreams would be about ordinary things, where something went wrong -- the shade would then guide The Hin into making the right choice. Sometimes the right choice would be helping someone -- other times, killing them.

The Summoner had still to find this purpose and with no clue as to what the purpose was, the riddle would remain unsolved. Could it be connected to The Silent Dominion, whom recently left Isinhold? Or perhaps it was related to something else entirely. Something more sinister, more dark and more evil, than even The Silent Dominion.