Worrclan
You enter a room barely lit with a pedestal, upon which an Iron clad Book etched with a
raven strangling an adder lies. With careful observation you search the shadows, and
find you are alone. Yet, you cannot shake the feeling that something is watching, as
you open the book and begin to read….
Who are you…? A thought that often echoes through my mind as I reflect on days long
past. I remember but a few things of who I am, where I came from, who my parents
were. What few memories pierce the veil that binds my past, I shall write in the
pages of this book, for fear of forgetting again.
The earliest memory I have is that I was born in the year 300, deep beneath the ground in
the ancient traveling tunnels of the Dwarfs. After a short rest, we went on and
found our way to the surface in the city of Gardul. Much of raising here is fuzzy
and forgotten. I remember my father taught me much in preparation for him leaving,
and from time to time in moments of peril, an odd spell or two may snap out of no where.
After fifteen years, we went in to the traveling tunnels yet again but this time we
came upon an underground village. This is where my father left, the last words I
remember from him were, " Kertigen calls me, as he will one day call you as well in
to service". In a flash of light, he disappeared from my life.
This is where my life began to change, yet unable to understand what happened with my
father… I left in search of him. Not known to me where any of the traveling
tunnels went, I was soon lost. I wondered around in the deep recesses of the land
for weeks, surviving on adders and worms. Soon the venom of my victuals drove me
mad. Time faded from all but a useless memory for me, when I emerged from the
tunnels somewhere north of the town of crossing. Now I was but a shadow of the
Dwarf I once was, I was a raving loon and attacked anything that moved. Reports of
some sort of a creature reached the nearest guild, the Warrior Mage guild and soon the
hunt began. They say the insane are a crafty breed because the limits of caution,
pain or virtues hinder them not. Shortly hundreds of Warrior Mages including there
Leader Gauthus were out in the forest in search of me!
Deep in the wilds, I watched and waited listening to hurried steps go by. Then one
came into view and I leapt from the shadows upon his back, tearing at his neck with my
bare hands. Soon the fight brought all the other mages to the area all yelling,
"Help Gauthus, the creatures got him!" Blackness found my sight, as I was
knocked unconscious. I awoke within a dark chamber, where I heard Gauthus speaking
to unseen mages, "His magic is untamed and wild, it has unimaginable potential.
We must try and learn its secrets, and if we cannot we must Stop him from knowing
it." Many hours passed as their hired mages probed my mind and tortured me, but
nothing came from the twisted puzzle my mind was now. They binded my memories from
me, supposedly to protect my self and the public.
Thus began the second age in my life, I was but an empty shell and the guild of Warrior
Mages now filled my ever waking moments. I trained relentlessly trying to fill
something I was missing. Until one day, a memory slipped beyond the veil that holds
my past. That day I left the crossing in fear for my life as I knew it, and I
traveled to the town of haven… to hide within the swamps and become strong so that I
might survive if they ever come looking for me again.
There my memories stop perhaps one day the veil will slip and I will write
again.
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