Post by Samej on Mar 30, 2010 15:06:28 GMT -5
- Arcazzin Alaman'therion, born 12/9/1346, Nightal 9th, Year of the Bloodbird
My parents were unknown to me, as I grew up a Scholar in the Academy of the Scholars in Zakhara's Capital. I was told my mother was a Moon Elf from Cormanthor, and my father a human Wizard from Halruaa. I am told my father never wanted a child from their union, and my mother had died of a disease particular to the nation of Zakhara, where they met.
When I was approximately 14 years old a strange man named Volo appeared in the Caliph's court.
He was a wanderer and explorer, and a collector of stories. He regaled the Caliph with tales a plenty, and the Caliph told him of his Kingdom.
When it came Volo's time to leave the court, the Caliph assigned a Wizard of the court, the Royal Astronomer Azamantes, to accompany Volo in his travels and bring back to the Caliph tales of the wider world. I was chosen to carry the luggage.
Our travels were far and wide, and every few evenings Master Azamantes would dictate to me passages to scribe in his spellbook. Soon, seeing my thirst for knowledge, he began to train me in his magical arts.
Alas, after travelling the breadth of Faerun twice over, Azamantes' journey ended in Thay. Seperated from Volo, an ambitious Red Wizard Archmage attacked my Master at court, seeking the knowledge of his spellbook.. The ensuing Mage Duel was wondrous and terrible.
My Master managed to slay the Archmage, but he himself was mortally wounded in the process. He entrusted the Spellbook to me, and I fled Thay in the ensuing chaos of the duel. I never saw Volo again.
I fled to nearby Unther, where I met some refugees. They too were fleeing something, although in this case it was the crumbling of Untherian society in the wake of the God-King Gilgeam's death at the claws of Tiamat. For a time I wandered about, until I heard of interesting mysteries and ruins in nearby Cormyr.
I plan to continue my studies of the magical arts, yet I have also decided that Cormyr will be the last chapter I write in my Masters spellbook, which now guides my Wizarding powers. In time, I will return to Zakhara, and present myself, gained in knowledge and power, and the writings and tales, to the Caliph as he commanded those years ago.
My parents were unknown to me, as I grew up a Scholar in the Academy of the Scholars in Zakhara's Capital. I was told my mother was a Moon Elf from Cormanthor, and my father a human Wizard from Halruaa. I am told my father never wanted a child from their union, and my mother had died of a disease particular to the nation of Zakhara, where they met.
When I was approximately 14 years old a strange man named Volo appeared in the Caliph's court.
He was a wanderer and explorer, and a collector of stories. He regaled the Caliph with tales a plenty, and the Caliph told him of his Kingdom.
When it came Volo's time to leave the court, the Caliph assigned a Wizard of the court, the Royal Astronomer Azamantes, to accompany Volo in his travels and bring back to the Caliph tales of the wider world. I was chosen to carry the luggage.
Our travels were far and wide, and every few evenings Master Azamantes would dictate to me passages to scribe in his spellbook. Soon, seeing my thirst for knowledge, he began to train me in his magical arts.
Alas, after travelling the breadth of Faerun twice over, Azamantes' journey ended in Thay. Seperated from Volo, an ambitious Red Wizard Archmage attacked my Master at court, seeking the knowledge of his spellbook.. The ensuing Mage Duel was wondrous and terrible.
My Master managed to slay the Archmage, but he himself was mortally wounded in the process. He entrusted the Spellbook to me, and I fled Thay in the ensuing chaos of the duel. I never saw Volo again.
I fled to nearby Unther, where I met some refugees. They too were fleeing something, although in this case it was the crumbling of Untherian society in the wake of the God-King Gilgeam's death at the claws of Tiamat. For a time I wandered about, until I heard of interesting mysteries and ruins in nearby Cormyr.
I plan to continue my studies of the magical arts, yet I have also decided that Cormyr will be the last chapter I write in my Masters spellbook, which now guides my Wizarding powers. In time, I will return to Zakhara, and present myself, gained in knowledge and power, and the writings and tales, to the Caliph as he commanded those years ago.