Adeptus Arcanus
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Veneficus
Adeptus "The Wee Wompin Wimpy Wizzy" LITERARY WORKS: As the land bleeds, The History of Temurian Wizardry, Muse of the currents |
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I had always been told that I was born on the farm near Mileth and spent my childhood in the labors of the field. Though it was a good life and seeing the cycles of the seasons and the crops always gave me wonder, I always felt somehow out of place, as if I did not really belong. I used to spend my leisure walking amongst the trees of the woodlands wondering about the way of things. It was on one such day that events occurred to change forever my view of the world and my place within it. It began as any other day, milking the cows, feeding the animals and some work in the fields. The sun shone brightly so after I had completed my daily chores I ventured into the woods as I was often wont to do. I had traveled somewhat longer that day than I normally did and found the sun setting before I could make it back to the safety of the farm. I heard noises in the brush, noises of the movement of something large. Then the dark descended in earnest and I felt hungry eyes upon me, fear gripped my heart like unto a vice and I began to run. The faster I ran the more afraid I felt. I began to see dark shapes surging through the brush on either side of me, the thorns tore at my clothing and flesh, the brambles clutched at my fumbling feet, and all the while those forms kept pace. Suddenly the ground was no longer beneath my feet, in my haste and the darkness I had not seen the overgrown hill approaching. I fell for what seemed an eternity, stopping at last in a crumpled heap of pain at the bottom. I examined myself and found my leg strangely askew and I knew it must be broken. The shadowy forms, which had been pacing me through my flight, decided then to materialize; wolves, dozens of them closing from each side. They inched closer and closer I could feel the malice and hunger burning in their feral eyes. I covered my head with my arms and closed my eyes fast, not wishing to see the end coming. Just as I felt the hot breath of my doom upon me an unsettling noise began, the very earth was rumbling and seemed to be seething beneath my body. I felt a blast of warmth from all sides and a terrible howl wailed not far from me. Hesitantly I raised my eyes to see a wondrous and terrible sight. Flames had sprung up in a ring a round me toasting the largest of the wolves as he had lunged at me and the very ground beneath me was rising. A gulf had opened between the wolves and myself; they paced snarling and yapping at the flames which held them at bay. "What new horror must this be," my fevered heart wailed. I cringed shrinking into a small ball of fear on the rising ground. I began to hear a whispering, a soft gentle voice upon the breeze which had risen, the words escaped my understanding but somehow they seemed to tell me to have no fear and that all was well. A gentle rain began, curiously it fell only upon me, soothing and warm it was, washing my wounds. It was then that I fell asleep and dreamt, dreamt of dancing with the elements who had saved me from my fate .Upon awaking in the morning I found that my wounds were much less severe and I felt wondrously rested. The only sign of the wolves which had plagued me was one scorched and smoldering corpse. I arose and made my way back to the farmhouse and safety. Often I wondered at the events of that evening, they prodded at my consciousness like a foggy memory of something forgotten. When I reached an age of young manhood I decided I must uncover the truth of that evening and why the elements had chosen to come to my aid, a simple farm boy of Mileth. Borrowing an old horse I traveled to the temple of Luathas near Rucesion to pray for enlightenment regarding these strange events. After days of fervent prayer and fasting Luathas opened my mind and showed me the truth of my past. I was not born of mundanes but was in truth an aisling. My parents had been wizards of Rucesion. They had sent me to Mileth to be safe when the creatures of Dubhaim castle had once stirred and attempted to overrun the streets of Rucesion. They had then entered the dread castle to do battle with the darkness that lay within and had never returned. On this day I returned to Mileth and renounced my citizenship of that fair village and took upon me both the oath of wizardy and of my rightful home, Rucesion. Long did I labor to learn to call upon the elements to aid me in my sorceries. To this day I think upon that night in the woodlands and draw inspiration and strength from it, knowing that one day I shall master the sorceries of the elements and continue the legacy of my parents, guarding against the darkness which endlessly scrabbles and claws at the world of light. |
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