Post by Phoenix on Feb 6, 2004 21:31:21 GMT
Part 1. Phoenix before Fredian
Phoenix at a glance: is an aged elf, though it's hard to tell the age of any elf, his face is worn, that much is obvious. His stature is firm, though, not as weak as many of his wizard counterparts.
I was born near the time Zhentil Keep first became and encampment. I remember stories and the chaos that ensued. The Zhents had no clear direction, no real power, just fear. My father, Ser’rin, a noble elf thought me well of their failures.
While I was young a great city fell to a hoard of monsters, Myth Drannor. Ser’rin was responsible for delivering goods to their trading post. This was a set back for our family, soon we were forced to live by meager means. We were hunting for our own food, cooking it for ourselves, for the first time in my life. It took nearly two hundred years for our situation to change. My father, a skilled wizard, had made contact with a new faction, the Red Wizards.
Over time, the Red Wizards gained autonomy. As I grew up in the Thayvian Empire, Ser’rin reached a ranking status in the Red Wizards; it ensured my entry into the guild would not be slow or difficult. As I studied I came into my own power, marking out a wide reaching trade caravan across the map. I traded in fine magical goods, slaves, rare spices, and magical components and was never really bothered by local law, the Red Wizards rarely were.
I am a lonely elf; I always enjoyed the company of others, but mostly listen as people live their lives. When I do speak it usually to comment on people's hypocritical actions, this isn't a route to fame, but it's one I have chosen. I find that even people I dislike, I can still respect when they stand for something. I have always appreciated the Paladins of
Thay, even if they have foolish intentions you always know where they stand and why.
The Red Wizards were shrewd, powerful, and indeed, feared. Thay was beginning to create its own brand of magic. Their control over magic was mighty indeed, this control made many nervous, especially the Harpers. Thay eventually stuck first, driving the Harpers underground. I have never seen such a magical battle; the sky was lit with Thayvian fire and blood for nights on end. The Harpers would return, but Thay's power was solidified.
I outlived my father, who died under suspicious circumstances, leaving his rank to his only son, me. The night after receiving my new rank in the guild my mind began to wander as I prepared for rest that night and I studied my spells. There was something in the air that night, something magical indeed. Normally I would have investigated, but I felt weary. I needed rest. I slipped into a deep slumber my mind conjuring images of new magics. A swirling vortex appeared; at first I studied it, analyzing its different aspects, when I noticed something. I was being drawn into it, or was it coming to me, my perspective was off so I couldn't tell; it didn't look like I was moving. Before I could figure it out it was on me. A series of swirls and explosions blinded and stunned me for a bit. When I was able to focus again I was not in my house, I wasn't even indoors. I looked around. The setting was unfamiliar to me. Some man was peddling oxen and several people were gathered by a small campfire near some merchant shops. I asked around and discovered I was in a city called Styne, it is not on any map I own, and I have never heard of it. Immediately I knew I was nowhere near Thay, there were few places I have not studied, and a town of this size would not exist without me knowing about it.
Phoenix at a glance: is an aged elf, though it's hard to tell the age of any elf, his face is worn, that much is obvious. His stature is firm, though, not as weak as many of his wizard counterparts.
I was born near the time Zhentil Keep first became and encampment. I remember stories and the chaos that ensued. The Zhents had no clear direction, no real power, just fear. My father, Ser’rin, a noble elf thought me well of their failures.
While I was young a great city fell to a hoard of monsters, Myth Drannor. Ser’rin was responsible for delivering goods to their trading post. This was a set back for our family, soon we were forced to live by meager means. We were hunting for our own food, cooking it for ourselves, for the first time in my life. It took nearly two hundred years for our situation to change. My father, a skilled wizard, had made contact with a new faction, the Red Wizards.
Over time, the Red Wizards gained autonomy. As I grew up in the Thayvian Empire, Ser’rin reached a ranking status in the Red Wizards; it ensured my entry into the guild would not be slow or difficult. As I studied I came into my own power, marking out a wide reaching trade caravan across the map. I traded in fine magical goods, slaves, rare spices, and magical components and was never really bothered by local law, the Red Wizards rarely were.
I am a lonely elf; I always enjoyed the company of others, but mostly listen as people live their lives. When I do speak it usually to comment on people's hypocritical actions, this isn't a route to fame, but it's one I have chosen. I find that even people I dislike, I can still respect when they stand for something. I have always appreciated the Paladins of
Thay, even if they have foolish intentions you always know where they stand and why.
The Red Wizards were shrewd, powerful, and indeed, feared. Thay was beginning to create its own brand of magic. Their control over magic was mighty indeed, this control made many nervous, especially the Harpers. Thay eventually stuck first, driving the Harpers underground. I have never seen such a magical battle; the sky was lit with Thayvian fire and blood for nights on end. The Harpers would return, but Thay's power was solidified.
I outlived my father, who died under suspicious circumstances, leaving his rank to his only son, me. The night after receiving my new rank in the guild my mind began to wander as I prepared for rest that night and I studied my spells. There was something in the air that night, something magical indeed. Normally I would have investigated, but I felt weary. I needed rest. I slipped into a deep slumber my mind conjuring images of new magics. A swirling vortex appeared; at first I studied it, analyzing its different aspects, when I noticed something. I was being drawn into it, or was it coming to me, my perspective was off so I couldn't tell; it didn't look like I was moving. Before I could figure it out it was on me. A series of swirls and explosions blinded and stunned me for a bit. When I was able to focus again I was not in my house, I wasn't even indoors. I looked around. The setting was unfamiliar to me. Some man was peddling oxen and several people were gathered by a small campfire near some merchant shops. I asked around and discovered I was in a city called Styne, it is not on any map I own, and I have never heard of it. Immediately I knew I was nowhere near Thay, there were few places I have not studied, and a town of this size would not exist without me knowing about it.
