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It was a quiet afternoon with Mauzen as Tra hopped through the sand on the souther coast of Narrowhaven main. Still Fenrir had not shown his face for many moons and it had begun to worry the young dragon-squirrel. Then as they raced to the bank Tra’Wyn saw what appeared to be a waling stature, a “Shur” it called itsself, with no other name or markings. Now when a pure grey stone demonic form appears usually it is an omen of good, for by legend the winged gargoyles of old were cast and given life by anchient wizards to guide mortals and protect them from dark magics at work in the land, however this was not the case.
This Shur as he called himself claimed it was a name for his race, beings that resembled gargoyles yet lacking honor, discipline, or fealty in aspects of moral stature. As Tra looked upon him the creature changed taking on a form of a lich, a creature of which Tra was very familar. Having walked the paths of the dead and slain many a Lich Tra soon discovered this too was a magical illusion.
So gritting his teeth and returning to his draconic form, unable to use paladonic magic in his demon touched planer existance Tra looked upon him and breathed deeply in his scent and there it was that he smelled it… Drow, a Drow wizard. “Mortal”, Tra exclaimed as the being still claiming to be of demon blood yet having no tiefliing within him to even share a kinship overwhelmingly tempted and tormented Astra and the Tromtors… Shaking off the illusion seeing with his true sight through the lies cast upon the being Tra marvelled as it tempted once more the Queen to sleep with it and commit adultry, dishonoring her marriage, to dissolve her right to the throne.
Staring at Astra in shock Tra asked her “Why can you not see it is a Mortal?”, and “Do you really desire this Mortal over Fenrir?” Eventually the Queen left in a puff of smoke as the being laughed watching her go. Once again Tra asked himself… Is Astra really a Chimera? If a pure blood Chimera, then a creature five fold Goat/Lion/Snake/Ram/Dragon… And even humans touched by dragonic lineage were blessed or cursed with true sight, or animals true-scent. But Chimeras could not have children, or take upon human form unless cast upon them by a powerful sorcerer/sorceress.
Was Astra a sorceress, was she a true Chimera, if so why could she not see the mortal before her? Or mayhap was Astra a mere tiefling sorceress who took upon the form of a Chimera for herself at times of want or desire? Mayhap there were not her young whelps as lions or drakelings as dragons but more… mayhap her children were mortals of tiefling blood, and she.. she was in more mortal danger by the strange Drow wizard Shur then she could ever imagine….

Somewhere out in the great void, far away from the world Ilaria, was another world very similar to our own. In this world men and woman were not like they were in Ilaria. There were no Elves, they had died off eons ago and had become a fairy tale myth left to be pondered about. The only threat the humans faced, were Orcs who regularly raided the cities and dragged men and woman away for food. There were little crops, barely any animals, people were starving. Worst of all of these things, there was no magic.

In this world there was a cycle of life. Every 20 years a child would be born, a special child, with great power. This child was a Magi and was remarkedas the savior of the world, but it was a sad fate. When this child turns 16 years of age when their power matures, they sacrifice themselves to the great Gods and renew and nourish the lands. Their death meant life for the rest of the world and the people were grateful for them; however, many people with different views wanted to hunt these people and destroy them. The order of the Clerist was created to protect these children, to nurture them, raise them, and stress the importance of their mission. Methalas was the name of the most recent Magi.

As in the world of Ilaria, Adair de Clare was born to a noble family and led a difficult life. By nine years of age both of Adair’s parents had passed away. He spent his adolescence raising his sisters and brother. He cared for them the best he could, working several jobs (usually manual labor), late nights and early mornings taught Adair strength of character and responsibility. Something that would lead him well into early adulthood. He didn’t have time for much of a formal education before he was an adult but he was very intelligent. When he turned 19 he enrolled in the Moonglow Academy of the Sciences where he met Delia Blacke, the woman of his dreams. She was kind and funny, they both shared the same off color sense of humor something he appreciated. They were quite close and at times overwhelmingly passionate. At 21 they were engaged.

Methalas was like many of the other Magi of this world, kind, compassionate, happy. He was a joy to be around and the Clerists took good care of him but he was also very timid and often scared. He led a sheltered life, guarded by the Clerists till he grew to become a young man. By the time he was a teenager he had become spoiled and felt entitled because he knew the people needed him. As time passed this grew, the Clerists ignored the warning signs and continued to pander to the boys whims until the day of his sacrifice had come. In a giant chamber built for the ceremony they celebrated his life and his blessings. People from all over gathered around to watch, support, and rejoice; however, this didn’t happen. Methalas laid his head upon the marble alter, and as the head Clerist raised the axe something changed within Methalas. His mentality changed, he let fear into his heart and turned on the executioner. He became the first to die at the hands of Methalas, Methalas then turned on those gathered and started slaughtering them. He was soon lost, drunk with his own power.

The ceremony took place in Moonglow, Adair and Delia were there. When Methalas started attacking they ran, Adair hid Delia in his office and grabbed a stick and left to go find his brothers and sisters. He battled his way through crazed citizens scared for their lives only to find the bodies of his family their corpses still smoldering from being burned. Adair was crushed, he fell to his knees before he heard the screams coming from behind him. His heart sank, “Del’s!” He ran as fast as feet could carry him and in turn found her dead as well. With nothing left he turned to the order of the Clerist.

A great war took place between the Clerists and Methalas. In the end there wasn’t much left of the world humanity and the Orcs were nearly destroyed. The lands were destroyed. It came down to a set of physical blows. Methalas attacked his friend and mentor Clerist Andal. They exchanged blows and in the end they struck each other. Methalas looked to his chest as Andal’s weapon plunged deep into his heart before he could recover Clerist Adair raised his weapon and swiftly separated Methalas’s head from his body. Adair stood in horror as they both fell to the ground. The war was over. Adair peered over the war torn landscape a broken man. He walked over to a lake and peered into it and contemplated drowning himself. The ground started to shake and the world began to break apart. He knew it was the end. He thought back about his family, about Del’s and closed his eyes. He was ready for it to end.

“Clerist” a muddled voice pierce his consciousness. “CLERIST!” the voice becoming clearer. It sounded like her, he was happy to hear her voice in the end, that’s when she touched him. Confused he turned around only to find Del’s before him asking him if he was “The Clerist” and begging him to come with her. An instant feeling of uncertainty and betrayal as he laid eyes on her.

“Get away foul DEMON! Methalas why doth thou tempt me so! I watched you die!” She fell to the ground, and began to cry. “Del’s” he hesitated it for a second. It wasn’t long after Demons noticed them.

“It’s time to go Del’s” He picked her up and placed her over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could, passing a single robed figure while running, before he knew it he was somewhere else, not his world but somewhere new, they arrived in Ilaria.

Sick Second Chances?That’s what it seems like. The way she looks, the way she talks, the way she walks, the way she smells, the way her velveteen skin lays in my hand. Her magic is frightening, I’ve only seen power like hers once and it always created…

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He stood staring at the Academy doors the words of Delia still ringing through his head.

“You tend the Academy, Vuradin, and take care of Sasha. She’s most important, now.”

She sacrificed for us, for everyone he thought his head nodding slowly to himself the courage of her actions must never be forgotten.
During his many years spent below he had seen many gruesome deaths, from battle fields to the poison of assassins causing there victims to blister till there death.
True courage was a rare commodity it was even rarer to be found within his previous race.

The tapping of his staff echoed as it knocked against the wooden bridge he removed his Wizards hat as he passed under the portcullis dusting it off. Where to begin he thought he must summon the instructor staff and pass the word to them of Delia’s sacrifice. she was a true hero to all, a selfless act to save humanity. “My work here will honor her ” his words came out slowly as if choking on them. He quickly gathered himself as his eyes met the scribes sitting at the front desk. ” Send word to all the instructors they are to contact me once they receive this message I am the Head Master of the Academy now. I will be in Mistress Delia’s room” the scribe quickly wrote down his words Vuradin turning toward the stairs sharply.

He sat in her chair the weight of the Academy now rested on his shoulders as well as many other things. Sasha, his fathers return, and the nearing death of Neria. His priority had always been Sasha would he be able to manage all of this?

“Sasha my Olath Ssin” he caressed the ring that bound them together he was concerned for her well being. He knew that when she became the conduit his death may come he was prepared for that. Life is finite in the underdark drow learn that at a young age but Sasha was so young so inexperienced in such matters. So many unanswered questions remained plaguing his mind with what could happen. He knew that he could not control what could happen. So rather than focus his energy on the matter he focused on providing loving support to Sasha attempting to strengthen her if he should fall. Delia’s words played again in his mind. The rest of his problems would have to wait Sasha needed him at her side.

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He shifted his hips from side to side slowly rocking in a rhythmic manner. The cave within the goblin city was calm a quite place where only the quacking and chattering between the cave ducks broke the silence. It was an odd place for most but he found comfort beneath the earth. The glow of the near by crystals cast his dark siloutte onto the damp cavern floor. He found himself staring at his shadow the recent events made him feel unimaginable guilt and a sense of failure. “I am her guardian” his words flowed out slow, a sadness to his tone. He thought that she would lose faith in his abilities to protect her. A soft chuckle came from behind him as he sharply turned staff at the ready ” Corp por!” The bolt of energy clashed against the rock wall spraying debris about. The cave ducks went scattering to there holes. A slow clap is heard from where the blast scarred the rock wall a figure dressed in dark purple robes appeared his sharp drow features breaking the cloud of smoke and rock. A face he thought dead long ago Vuradin began shaking his head is disbelief “father”. “My son you put on a rather entertaining show the other day” even though barely visible Vuradin could imagine his smirk by the tone of his voice. Vuradin remained silent as his father spoke still in a bit of shock. “You truly are my son, toppling house Tormtor in a matter of hours a task I failed to do in a centuries time”. The letter to the rival houses Vuradin sent must have struck the death blow. For word of House Tormtors weakened defense spread like wildfire below. Vuradin dropped to one knee showing respect to his first teacher and perhaps the only one from his youth that cared for him. “Rise my son, we have much work to do, yes much work indeed. With that they walked into the darkness his fathers hand placed caringly apon his shoulder.