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I have a question. Have you ever been so overcome with rage and hatred that it overtakes your life? If you answered no than I envy you. If you answered yes than you most likely have no idea what true hatred is.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me introduce myself. My name is Thamior. I'm a pureblood Elf wizard. I was born in a medium sized elven village which rested in a large forest in the north about 264 years ago. For the beginning of my life, everything was perfect.
My mother was a ranger, one of the best archers in our village. And my father was a wizard. He was one of the best magic users that ever lived. Everyone looked up to him, myself included. My dream was to one day become a great wizard just like him. My father had noticed from an early age that I had a strong aura of power. And as I grew up, sometimes without warning, my hands gave off bursts of fire or energy. My dad told me that it was a sign of greater power to come and I'll soon learn to control my powers.
Even though my mother could not use magic, I seem to have inherited my father's power.
When I was a kid, I always asked my father to teach me what he knows. He always put his hand on my shoulder and told me 'When you're older.'
I once asked him that if I could one day be as good of a wizard as him. He just said "No." I began to frown but then he said "You'll be better." My father always knew how to make me feel special.
This was my perfect life. But of course, nothing lasts forever…..
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I'll never forget that day.
It was a normal Sunday morning. My parents and I had just ate breakfast and we were out in our backyard.
Every Sunday morning, I spent my time playing with the forest animals as my parents talked on the patio and watched me have fun.
But that day, everything changed.
As I was playing with a family of rabbits, our village bell began to ring. It caught us all by surprise. Everyone in the village knew that the bell only rung in case of an emergency I had never heard it ring until that day.
The loud noises and vibrations of the bell ringing caused that rabbits I was playing with to take off and run into the bushes.
I of course being only 10 years old at the time, was in a state of shock and confusion due to this being my first time hearing the warning bell.
After a short time, the bell began to subside. And after the bell had stopped completely, one of the village announcers came running down our street yelling "GOBLINS ARE ATTACKING! ALL VILLAGE DEFENSES TO POSITION!"
Upon hearing this, my mom ran inside the house while my dad ran over to me.
"Thamior! Come with me!" He said to me as he grabbed my arm.
I was scared beyond belief at this point. I had learned in school that goblins were a race of small, green creatures that cause terror throughout the land. Where they come from is a mystery. All anyone knows, is that they come from a large kingdom ruled by a merciless king who aims to take out every other race to create a world with only goblins.
No one knows where this kingdom is though. Every expedition that was sent out to find it either came back with no information or didn't come back at all. All anyone knows is that a goblin attack never ends well.
My mother ran out of the house with her bow and quiver full of arrows and my father stopped to talk with her, still holding my arm.
"Take Thamior out of the village and somewhere safe! I'll defend the village with the other rangers to hold them off!" My mother told my father.
My dad's eyes opened in shock. "Are you crazy!? These are goblins! They always attack in numbers too high to fend off! Come with us!" My father demanded.
"No! I made a vow to defend with my life! If I die, that means that others will live!" My mother yelled.
My dad not having any time to debate this, simply nodded and kissed my mom. After she broke away, she took off at full speed down the road to her ranger tower.
My father took me into the house and quickly grabbed his arcane staff and his spellbook. He then grabbed my arm and took me outside. He told me to run with him. I agreed and we took off for the village gates.
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As we were running through the town, we saw what can only be described as a nightmare. Blood, carnage, destruction and death. Goblins had taken over the downtown area and over half the citizens were killed by their wrath.
My father blasted out fireballs and ice winds as fast as he could to keep the goblins at bay as we ran through the town. Considering how many of them were attacking (Almost eight goblins per citizen) he was one hell of a fighter.
After we had a moment to think about what to do, we realized that there were too many goblins at the gate to get out safely. So he decided to take me to the village limits and escape into the forest. To do that, we had to go through the town square.
As we ran through the square, my father began shooting off magic missiles at the goblins that were trying to block the path. He shot off the bursts of energy from the end of his staff. They flew through the air and each one locked onto a goblin and when they collided with each, they all fell to the ground dead.
We quickly ran over their corpses and continued our way to the forest. But all of a sudden my father stopped dead in his tracks and looked up to a tower.
I looked up too and I saw what he was looking at. My mother was up there shoot off arrows at the goblins that were climbing her ranger tower. She shot and shot as fast as she could, impaling at least one of them every shot. But there were just too many.
A few goblins finally reached the top of the tower and jumped on my mother. At first three of them jumped on her and began stabbing and clawing at her but soon more joined in. And soon, all that I could see of my mother were the splashes of blood and chunks of flesh being ripped from her body.
I began to tear up as I watched my mother die. But I then felt my father pick me up and run. As he ran, I heard him cry and sob just as I was. But even though he watched his wife die, he was determined to save me.
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We finally made our way through the city and got to the edge of the forest.
"Where does this forest lead to?" I asked my dad while still crying.
"I don't know. But anywhere is better than here!" He replied.
But before we could run into the forest, three figures fell from the trees above and landed in front of us. Goblins!
But these ones were different. Two of the goblins on either side of the middle one had different armor than a normal goblin soldier. More high quality and more protective and their swords looked much more powerful. The middle goblin didn't wear armor but instead wore some sort of high quality silk clothing and a cape. His clothing had some sort of symbol or crest on it, like some kind of royal marking.
The middle goblin held a staff almost identical to my fathers but black in color. It also seemed to have some sort of shadow like energy flowing out of blood red colored crystal that was attached to the end of it.
"Going somewhere elf?" The higher up goblin asked in a deep, scary and obviously evil voice.
My father held up his arm to use burning hands on him, but all that came out was a puff of smoke. Due to all the fighting, my father had exhausted his mana.
The three goblins slowly walked closer to us preparing to kill us. But as I trembled with fear, my father stepped in front of me, blocking me from the goblins.
He jabbed his staff into the ground to show no fear. "You aren't taking my son you damn goblins!"
Then, without looking back at me he just said "Thamior! Run!"
"F-Father…" I said with tears in my eyes.
"Run! As fast as you can! Never look back! GO NOW!" He yelled as loud as he could.
Following my father's wishes, I turned around and ran into the forest. As I ran, behind me I heard the sounds of armor clanging, weapons clashing and hits being delivered.
After about two minutes of running, behind me, I heard something that'll haunt me for eternity. I heard my father scream as he was killed.
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I ran for four or five hours, I lost track. I just kept running and running trying to escape the death that I left behind.
After I finally realized that the goblins didn't follow me, I finally stopped and sat under a tree.
Now here I am, a young child, my home was destroyed, my brethren killed, my mother murdered before my eyes, my father dying due to him giving up his life to save me and now I was lost in a forest and have no idea where to go.
So like what any child would do, I cried.
I cried for hours, I don't know how long but what I do know now is that I'm alone. No one to take care of me, no one to love me and no one to help me.
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Soon after crying for hours, I eventually heard some footsteps approaching me. Out of fear I stayed quiet and didn't look up. But as soon as I heard the footsteps stop right in front of me, I summoned all the courage I could muster and look up.
I froze with fear from what I saw. It was a orc. He was large with jacked muscles. His skin was grey and had a pig like nose. His mouth had prominent lower canines that resemble a boar's tusks. He was holding a staff like my father used to have but looked more metallic in structure.
I had seen some orks in my life, but I had always feared them when I saw them in the market. My father always told me that they're not as mean as the stories portrayed them to be but I was still scared of them. They always stared at me and snarled which always scared me. And now I was looking one in the eye.
After about a minute of us staring at one another, he simply asked me in a deep voice "What is wrong son?"
I was still scared but I told him about the goblin attack and my parents getting killed. All while I told him, I was tearing up.
After I finished my story, the orc sighed and sat down next to me by the base of the tree and put his hand on my shoulder.
"What's your name son?"
"Th-Tha-Thamior…." I stuttered.
"Thamior? That's a nice name. My name is Olgard. Pleasure." He said to me as he held his huge grey hand up.
I nervously held up my hand and shook his hand, my small elven hand getting swallowed up by his large orcish hand.
He then sighed and looked up to the sky and spoke "I know what you're feeling. My parents were killed by goblins back when I was about your age. They attacked our hut in and my parents were killed trying to protect me." He told me.
The next thing he did was lean over and bring his head closer to mine. He stopped when his face was a mere two inches from my hair. He then took three large sniffs of me and then made a surprised look.
"You're… a wizard? Are you not?" He asked me.
Quietly, I responded "Yes...well, no. Not exactly. My father was. I inherited his powers when I was born and I've always had small flames and sparks fly from my hands without my control. My father said that it was just a sign of greater power to come and that someday I'll be a wizard like him. But…."
"But now you're worried that no one will teach you the ways of sorcery?" Olgard said finishing my sentence.
"Yes… how did you…?" Before I could finish, the orc raised his hand, moved his fingers around and a small beam of light shone from his hand. The light reached from his hand to a tree about 40 feet away and covered a dead branch in light.
Almost instantly, the dead branch started to reconnect with the tree and leaves began to regrow from the once dead limb.
Amazed, I turned to him and looked at him in shock. Once he looked back, I asked him "Are you…?"
"Yes, I'm a wizard." He replied.
"But wizards are supposed to be smart and wise, and aren't orcs dumb, violent and…" I stopped right there out of fear that I had angered him.
But instead of getting mad, he simply laughed in his deep voice and said "You must be referring to my 'Lesser minded brethren'. Not all orcs are like what you see in books or hear about in stories. It's a common misconception."
After he finished his sentence, he looked up at the sky and noticed that it was getting dark. "It's getting late. We should get indoors. I can assume you need a place to stay."
He was right. I got up and started following him.
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After about five minutes of walking, we came to a large tree in the forest. In it's branches were wooden made structures and bridges.
He walked over to the massive trunk of the tree and opened the wooden door that was engraved in the tree. He gestured for me to come in and I obliged.
It was huge inside. You could look up the hollow trunk of the tree and see the spiral staircase connecting the first floor to the top of the tree. As the staircase went up, you could see doors on each break in the stairs which I could only assume connects to the structures supported by branches that I saw outside.
The downstairs floor had a fairly large kitchen area with a fire pit and a pot hanging above it along with barrels and cupboards of storage for food and spices. The other side of the first floor was a small living area with a large brick fireplace and with two finely made wooden chairs in front of it.
"Follow me. I'll show you around." Olgard said inviting me over.
I followed him up the stairs to each door. The first door led to a library. Their was about ten bookshelves and five chests containing hundreds and hundreds of books, tomes and scrolls.
The next room he showed me was a room full of weapons, armor, staffs and wands. Enough to supply an army of a hundred people.
The third room was a lab with lots of bottles, jars, spell component bags and ingredients. (I later found out that he's one of the best potion brewers in the land. That's how he makes his money.)
The last two rooms had beds. "This room is yours. It was my guestroom but you can probably guess that I don't get many visitors."
"My room… You mean...?"
He kneeled down and put his hand on my shoulder and said "You have great power within you, if you can learn how to use them for good, you'll become the greatest wizard who ever lived. I'm willing now raise you as my own, do you accept?"
As my eyes welled up with tears, I wrapped as much of my arms as I could around him and hugged him. He hugged back and said "You will be great, son. Trust me."
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So for the next 250+ years, Olgard trained me in the ways of sorcery.
You may notice that he's living longer than a normal orc. Well, the reason for that is because of a potion he created. This potion removes the effects of aging. Every 50-60 years when he starts to become old and weak, he cooks up a bottle of this potion, swigs it down and within 24 hours he's back to his 30 year old body again.
He keeps the recipe a secret and never sells or gives it away to anyone do to the fear of overpopulation. But he says that one day, when the realm no longer needs him, he will no longer prolong his life, when his time has come he says that he'll leave. But due to how crazy the world is, that'll take millenia.
But back to the story. While I lived with him, he continued to teach me in wizardry. Teaching me all sorts of spells like burning hands, shocking grasp, color spray, ice storm, plant growth, bull's strength and more. By the end of my training, I knew almost every spell in the realm. As our bond grew closer, I began to call him my father. So in the coming chapters when I say "Father" I'll be referring to Olgard unless I say my elven father.
We spent our days making and selling potions, studying the books about the realm and practicing my magic skills on the kobolds that get into the food storage. Pesky little things, aren't they?
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And soon, that day came. The day when I had to leave home and seek my true destiny, to kill that goblin that killed my elven father!
So after I packed my bag and got my wallet filled, I said goodbye to my father.
"Farewell father! I promise I'll succeed and make you proud!" I said trying to sound as determined as possible.
"Before you go Thamior, I have some gifts for you." My father said before he disappeared upstairs.
After a couple minutes he came back downstairs holding a few things.
"First, I want you to have this." My father said while handing me a large blue book. I took it from him and read through the pages. It was a book full of spells. Hundreds of them. Almost every spell known to exist was in this tome.
"Every spell I've ever taught you and every type of sorcery you've learned is in this book. Use it to guide your way through dungeons, fight your way through enemies and outsmart your way through puzzles!" He said while smiling at me.
I shut the book and put it into my bag while he took out his other gift.
He handed me a wooden staff. But not just your average run-of-the-mill wooden staff, this one seemed different.
Carved in the wood throughout the item were runes and patterns unlike any I've ever seen before. And on the top of this staff was a large glowing green gem almost like an emerald but brighter in color. This gem was attached to the top of the staff through 4 finger like twigs that seemed more like a wooden hand holding it in place.
"This staff is now yours. Throughout the years you've lived here, I've continued to work on this. It may not look like much but let me assure you, this will one day become the strongest weapon in the land." He explained.
"Whatever spell you use, it grants you power, it matches the heat of your burning hands, equals the sheer cold of ice storm, energizes the same power of shocking grasp and so much more!" He continued to explain.
"Now that you hold it, it binds to your soul! It will now become a part of you! As you grow stronger throughout your quest, this staff will grow with you. It's form will change to match the power in your heart. No weapon will be it's equal!" He finished explaining.
I didn't quite understand all of that but it did seem to make me feel more in control of my power so I kept it in hand.
I hugged my father and said to him "I promise you father, I'll find the goblin kingdom, I'll end their reign of terror and kill that dark wizard goblin that killed my elven father!"
With tears in his eyes, he replied "Always remember, you are my son! If you ever need my help, I'll be here!"
"I know you will father, I love you!" I said.
"I love you too son!" He replied.
After we ended the embrace, I took my bag and staff and headed out the front door. I then made my way out of the forest, and out into the world and my destiny.
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