The Legend That Ancient Ones Could Not Foretell
Raznux's story
Prologue
The whines of a baby could be heard in the distance. Every single person gathered in front of the birthplace of the baby boy. You see if you were a high ranked Talon, all the other high classed members would gather around to watch the birth and judge whether it would be gifted with their Magick ability. That didn't matter much though. The world of Faerun thrived of Talons. They were one with the Magick Plane. They could bend it to their very will, if they were strong enough.
The baby's mother cradled the baby in her warm hands. She gleamed at the baby who had just opened his eyes. It was one of those magical moments where cheerful music would start playing. If it were like that then the cheerful music would come to an end soon…and it did. An elderly lady came rushing into the room. She grasped her breast to steady her breathing. "Desdemona, my dear, where is Malcor?" She asked.
The lady known as Desdemona shrugged her shoulders and held her baby to its grandmother. "It's a boy." She said nonchalantly.
The elderly ladies eyes grew wide and bright. She reached her arms out to hold the baby. She poked at his stomach and smiled at him. "What are you going to name him?" The old woman asked.
"His name will be Azrun." Desdemona answered, "Azrun, the future of the Talons."
Later on that night after Desdemona went to sleep and the crowd died down, a man walked to the infirmary. Just like all Talons, he wore a white cloak with symbols on it. He looked at baby Azrun, grabbed his left hand and chuckled. "You're my son, alright." He said, "Since you are my son, I'll give you this."
Malcor's left hand began to glow, it went completely white then his entire hand disappeared in a matter of seconds. "Azrun, I wish you to be the greatest Talon to ever live. This is my dying wish." Malcor backed away and the rest of his body disappeared into the Void.
Azrun shifted in his sleep, not knowing what had happened. His left hand grew a bright aura then disappeared. This marked the beginning of the life of a legendary warrior, the legend of the one we like to call the Elegant Assailant.
Chapter 1