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Submitted: 11 July 1999 The Life and Death of an Archmage Contributed Anonymously (Shard, Ilithi: 7th Shorka 358)Rain falls hard and heavy outside the main tavern of Shard. A great flash of lighting and a man in heavy cloaks bursts through the door, somehow not wet. The cloaks let nothing of this strange man be revealed except for his hands. His right hand has a strange scar of some sort upon it which appears to be the symbol of the god of arcane arts Meraud. In his left hand is a scroll with writing upon it. He stumbles over to a nearby table and puts the note down, reads it and sighs to himself. When you next look the man is gone leaving no trace of his ever being there except for the note. Your curiousity perks you and you have to get up to read it... "To whomever finds and reads this, my name is Justandulas Margole and If reading this it means I am dead and have failed. Many of you may have heard of my name if not this letter contains my life and my death. I was born into Elanthia from a poor family of my mother and father, unfortunately I never learned of their true names because my twin sister hid them from me. My twin sister Kerai and I lived alone and off fruits by Theren keep for many years before a young trader took us to the Crossing and raised us until we were old enough to fend for ourselves. During my childhood I hung out with an ambitious little ranger by the name of Tathlas ALtra ad his teenage girlfriend Mystyria. When they were old enough they were wed but that is not the intention of this story. My sister watched our parents die and intented on becoming an empath to make sure she never watched a love one die again. As a child at a local fair I watched a young wizard by the name of Terlyn work magic and do things I could only dream of, from that moment on I intended on becoming a mage. But by the time I grew even somewhat powerful in the Art I was scared by Kssarh by imprinting the symbol of Meraud upon my hand. My friend Tathalas's wife Mystyria was cheating on him by a corrupt paladin by the name of Strayveange which forced my best friend to kill himself by impaling himself on his sword. I was hurt by this and scared for life. However in Tathalas's last wishes he wished me to have a sacred relic that ad been in his family for hundreds of years, a staff which in escence had the ability to hurl electricity around. It was then I knew I was to be more than just an average moon mage. I spent many years studying alone with my good friend Fizdauntilus. Right before I was going to challenge the god Meraud himself for the position of god of magic Fizdauntilus was killed by a magical explosion. This was it. I knew there was no turning back now. I stood alone in Shard's streets hurling lightning bolts into the sky demanding Meraud to come down when there was flash of light...."
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