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<blockquote data-quote="peteyfrogboy" data-source="post: 1477974" data-attributes="member: 5677"><p><strong>The Tower</strong></p><p></p><p><em><strong>The 11th day of Summer's End, 351 AC</strong></em></p><p><em>Since my arrival at the Tower I have found myself reading the journals of many wizards and have found them most enlightening. It is my intention, therefore, to begin a journal of my own so that future generations may learn from my successes and, no doubt, from my failures.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>While I would like to believe that I will one day be famous enough to need no introduction, I shall provide one for the sake of completeness. My given name is Auresh, and I was born seventeen years ago in the port city of Rigiit on the edge of the Plains of Dust. My mother, Lynnet, was until recently a resident of one of that city's finer pleasure houses. She is of Solamnian descent, and her fine blonde hair and blue eyes have always been great assets to her in her profession. Of her history I know little, save that she was not born in Rigitt.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>My father is Linthahar of the Black Robes, and it was he that set me on the path of wizardry some three years ago. He was a good teacher and a kind master, and I will always be grateful to him for that. I know less of his past than my mothers. He was exiled from his native Qualinesti for some transgression unknown to me, and made his residence in Rigitt. He told me what he could of the Test of High Sorcery, and trained me as best he could to survive and succeed at it. When the time came, that training was put to its ultimate test...</em></p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Auresh picked his way along the forest path, cursing the twigs and briars that clawed at his robe and cloak. The countryside of his homeland may have been bleak and barren, but he wasn't sure that this tangle of vegetation was much of an improvement. He had begun his northward journey in the middle of Spring, and the weather had been temperate enough that he was still wearing the loose robes and turban that were the style most familiar to him. He had been able to dispense with the dust-blocking veil once he reached the mountains, but aside from that he looked much like any other traveler from that dusty country. A closer look, however, revealed the fair skin and hair that he had inherited from his mother, as well as the delicate features and distinctive ears given him through his father's elvish blood.</p><p></p><p>The half-elf grunted as he snagged the hem of his robe on a root for the thousandth time. He knelt down to disentangle himself. The sun was nearly set, and he was hopelessly lost. Even with his keen elvensight, the dim forest gave him no clue which way to go. Indeed, as he understood it, it was impossible to find the Tower of High Sorcery by any normal means. As if in answer to his thoughts, when Auresh stood again he saw a tall white tower illuminated by the setting sun. </p><p></p><p>Relief and apprehension battled for dominance in the young wizard's heart as he approached the Tower. There was a single door in the wall of the structure, before which stood three men. The three men were similarly clad save for the colors of their flowing robes: there was one each of white, red, and black. As Auresh came nearer, they stared impassively at him. Finally, the red robed wizard spoke: "Who is this that comes to the Tower?"</p><p></p><p>Auresh swallowed, knowing that from here on everything he did would be scrutinized. "I am Auresh, son of Linthahar of the Black Robes. I have come to take the Test of High Sorcery."</p><p></p><p>The three wizards exchanged glances. The white robed wizard spoke next: "We are well aware of your father. He has stolen an artifact from the Tower, and we wish its return."</p><p></p><p>Whatever Auresh expected to hear, this was not it. "I had no knowledge of this." He didn't know much about the ways of High Sorcery, but he knew that stealing from another wizard within the Tower itself was strictly against the rules.</p><p></p><p>The black robed wizard sniffed. "We figured as much." He gestured toward the door leading into the tower. "The object he took was a magical staff. He took it into one of the training rooms and sealed the door behind him. He also left this for you." The wizard handed Auresh a roll of parchment sealed with black wax.</p><p></p><p>Auresh recognized his father's seal. He broke the seal and unrolled the letter. "Say this to pass the door," it read, followed by a word that was in no language Auresh was familiar with. "You may enter the Tower to retrieve the staff for us," said the red robed wizard. "After you pass through the door, take the first stair on your left, then go to the door at the end of the hall. beyond that I cannot tell you where to go."</p><p></p><p>The three wizards stepped aside as the door opened. With little other option, Auresh followed the directions he had been given. The door he came to seemed no different from others he had passed, though he guessed that there must be some sort of enchantment on it. He unrolled the parchment and said the word his father had written there. The door opened, revealing a dark, swirling mist beyond. Taking a deep breath, Auresh plunged ahead.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="peteyfrogboy, post: 1477974, member: 5677"] [b]The Tower[/b] [i][b]The 11th day of Summer's End, 351 AC[/b] Since my arrival at the Tower I have found myself reading the journals of many wizards and have found them most enlightening. It is my intention, therefore, to begin a journal of my own so that future generations may learn from my successes and, no doubt, from my failures. While I would like to believe that I will one day be famous enough to need no introduction, I shall provide one for the sake of completeness. My given name is Auresh, and I was born seventeen years ago in the port city of Rigiit on the edge of the Plains of Dust. My mother, Lynnet, was until recently a resident of one of that city's finer pleasure houses. She is of Solamnian descent, and her fine blonde hair and blue eyes have always been great assets to her in her profession. Of her history I know little, save that she was not born in Rigitt. My father is Linthahar of the Black Robes, and it was he that set me on the path of wizardry some three years ago. He was a good teacher and a kind master, and I will always be grateful to him for that. I know less of his past than my mothers. He was exiled from his native Qualinesti for some transgression unknown to me, and made his residence in Rigitt. He told me what he could of the Test of High Sorcery, and trained me as best he could to survive and succeed at it. When the time came, that training was put to its ultimate test...[/i] *** Auresh picked his way along the forest path, cursing the twigs and briars that clawed at his robe and cloak. The countryside of his homeland may have been bleak and barren, but he wasn't sure that this tangle of vegetation was much of an improvement. He had begun his northward journey in the middle of Spring, and the weather had been temperate enough that he was still wearing the loose robes and turban that were the style most familiar to him. He had been able to dispense with the dust-blocking veil once he reached the mountains, but aside from that he looked much like any other traveler from that dusty country. A closer look, however, revealed the fair skin and hair that he had inherited from his mother, as well as the delicate features and distinctive ears given him through his father's elvish blood. The half-elf grunted as he snagged the hem of his robe on a root for the thousandth time. He knelt down to disentangle himself. The sun was nearly set, and he was hopelessly lost. Even with his keen elvensight, the dim forest gave him no clue which way to go. Indeed, as he understood it, it was impossible to find the Tower of High Sorcery by any normal means. As if in answer to his thoughts, when Auresh stood again he saw a tall white tower illuminated by the setting sun. Relief and apprehension battled for dominance in the young wizard's heart as he approached the Tower. There was a single door in the wall of the structure, before which stood three men. The three men were similarly clad save for the colors of their flowing robes: there was one each of white, red, and black. As Auresh came nearer, they stared impassively at him. Finally, the red robed wizard spoke: "Who is this that comes to the Tower?" Auresh swallowed, knowing that from here on everything he did would be scrutinized. "I am Auresh, son of Linthahar of the Black Robes. I have come to take the Test of High Sorcery." The three wizards exchanged glances. The white robed wizard spoke next: "We are well aware of your father. He has stolen an artifact from the Tower, and we wish its return." Whatever Auresh expected to hear, this was not it. "I had no knowledge of this." He didn't know much about the ways of High Sorcery, but he knew that stealing from another wizard within the Tower itself was strictly against the rules. The black robed wizard sniffed. "We figured as much." He gestured toward the door leading into the tower. "The object he took was a magical staff. He took it into one of the training rooms and sealed the door behind him. He also left this for you." The wizard handed Auresh a roll of parchment sealed with black wax. Auresh recognized his father's seal. He broke the seal and unrolled the letter. "Say this to pass the door," it read, followed by a word that was in no language Auresh was familiar with. "You may enter the Tower to retrieve the staff for us," said the red robed wizard. "After you pass through the door, take the first stair on your left, then go to the door at the end of the hall. beyond that I cannot tell you where to go." The three wizards stepped aside as the door opened. With little other option, Auresh followed the directions he had been given. The door he came to seemed no different from others he had passed, though he guessed that there must be some sort of enchantment on it. He unrolled the parchment and said the word his father had written there. The door opened, revealing a dark, swirling mist beyond. Taking a deep breath, Auresh plunged ahead. [/QUOTE]
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