Post by webhead02000 on Aug 9, 2008 16:04:18 GMT -5
*written in the journal of Valen Thanrast, Redwizard of Thay and Senior diplomatic adjunct to Szass Tam*
*written in Mullharundi in delicate script*
Thalos Thanrast was my father, He was a cruel and unforgiving man, but such is our way. When He was Zulkier, Thay would be the greatest nation in all of the flaness, or so he said. He was a very powerful influence on my life however, and has taught me not to make enemies and friends too quickly. Being a Tharchion, he had influence in they and power. He had me trained by one of the most powerful Over-wizards in all of Thay,
Viziaruul, who is one of Szass Tam’s Adjuncts took me under is wing. When I was five, I started training in the school of necromancy. Though also took a liking to evocation, as its destructive power I found fascinating. Viziaruul was a man of few words, each morning he would take me into the hall where we practiced and summon a fiend. If I did not complete my lesson for the evening he told me that he would feed me to it. He handed me a book and bade me read it, magically sealing the tower each day. At the end of the day I was to cast one spell within it lest I be devoured. The memories of a drooling slathering monster, fangs dripping with acid waiting for me to fail, still cast a vivid image in my memory, even to this day.
This continued for twenty years, until one day, he did not show up for our training. I remember sitting in the same chair that I had sat in every day for twenty years; that dark worn oak stained with blood for beatings I received. Glancing around at the room its grey stone and cobbled floors as dark as onyx in the dim light of the hall. I started to tap my calloused finger on the desk. Looking down at the wood grain in the desk then glancing around fearing this was a test. Fearing the walls would melt away and ghouls or ghasts would come pouring out of the abyss ready to devour one who had failed. I waited. For what seemed like an eternity I sat there, fearing movement, for what I think was two days. Finally I got up. Sickened from hunger I began looking for clues to this puzzle. Daunted by the lack of my master I searched the tower for a fortnight to find some clue to what had occurred. After reading every book, journal, and scrap of paper, I found a note written in common that said;
Valen I am not displeased with your efforts, you are a red wizard now and no longer my apprentice, if you find this note, Szass Tam has killed your father and found out of his plans for Zulkier, let this be a lesson he is not one to make enemies of. He has asked me to assign you to a small village Enclave near the city of Proskor and to insure that that enclave prospers, and he has asked me to see to other tasks. This tower was your father’s and is now yours. He has allowed you to keep your holdings and slaves but your family is no longer seen as favored in his eyes because of your fathers open plotting. I seem to have convinced him you can be of use and he trusts me as much as he trusts anyone, so he has decided to spare you because of your talents. Prey you prove useful.
Viziaruul
That was the day I left for this reched little thorp, and I shall prove to Szass Tam, I am his ally and not as foolish as my Father. That was 30 years ago, if only I could discover the secret to undeath so I have as much time to live as he does. One day I will hold that kind of power. For now I am content in this “Bastion of Thay” though there appear to be some new comers that have designs on my post, I shall see if they are enemies or if they prove of use.
*written in Mullharundi in delicate script*
Thalos Thanrast was my father, He was a cruel and unforgiving man, but such is our way. When He was Zulkier, Thay would be the greatest nation in all of the flaness, or so he said. He was a very powerful influence on my life however, and has taught me not to make enemies and friends too quickly. Being a Tharchion, he had influence in they and power. He had me trained by one of the most powerful Over-wizards in all of Thay,
Viziaruul, who is one of Szass Tam’s Adjuncts took me under is wing. When I was five, I started training in the school of necromancy. Though also took a liking to evocation, as its destructive power I found fascinating. Viziaruul was a man of few words, each morning he would take me into the hall where we practiced and summon a fiend. If I did not complete my lesson for the evening he told me that he would feed me to it. He handed me a book and bade me read it, magically sealing the tower each day. At the end of the day I was to cast one spell within it lest I be devoured. The memories of a drooling slathering monster, fangs dripping with acid waiting for me to fail, still cast a vivid image in my memory, even to this day.
This continued for twenty years, until one day, he did not show up for our training. I remember sitting in the same chair that I had sat in every day for twenty years; that dark worn oak stained with blood for beatings I received. Glancing around at the room its grey stone and cobbled floors as dark as onyx in the dim light of the hall. I started to tap my calloused finger on the desk. Looking down at the wood grain in the desk then glancing around fearing this was a test. Fearing the walls would melt away and ghouls or ghasts would come pouring out of the abyss ready to devour one who had failed. I waited. For what seemed like an eternity I sat there, fearing movement, for what I think was two days. Finally I got up. Sickened from hunger I began looking for clues to this puzzle. Daunted by the lack of my master I searched the tower for a fortnight to find some clue to what had occurred. After reading every book, journal, and scrap of paper, I found a note written in common that said;
Valen I am not displeased with your efforts, you are a red wizard now and no longer my apprentice, if you find this note, Szass Tam has killed your father and found out of his plans for Zulkier, let this be a lesson he is not one to make enemies of. He has asked me to assign you to a small village Enclave near the city of Proskor and to insure that that enclave prospers, and he has asked me to see to other tasks. This tower was your father’s and is now yours. He has allowed you to keep your holdings and slaves but your family is no longer seen as favored in his eyes because of your fathers open plotting. I seem to have convinced him you can be of use and he trusts me as much as he trusts anyone, so he has decided to spare you because of your talents. Prey you prove useful.
Viziaruul
That was the day I left for this reched little thorp, and I shall prove to Szass Tam, I am his ally and not as foolish as my Father. That was 30 years ago, if only I could discover the secret to undeath so I have as much time to live as he does. One day I will hold that kind of power. For now I am content in this “Bastion of Thay” though there appear to be some new comers that have designs on my post, I shall see if they are enemies or if they prove of use.