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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rythannian" data-source="post: 1655296" data-attributes="member: 21491">Rythannian's BeginningsI am a player in the Sundered Realms campaign and this is a post from my characters veiwpoint:Rythannian's BeginningsAfter many months of adventuring it is difficult to recall my humble beginnings. But it is in these pages that I will attempt to do that exactly. My name is Rythannian, born of the growfest moon as the son of Shara Stratos, a half-air elemental, elemental savant, and a prominent warrior in the Druid War many years ago. But that is a story already recounted by sages across Kelendia. In that respect, my tale begins long before my birth; however, I will start the tale in Garl’s Gate a bustling port town on the edge of the Doriath woods. It is here that many merchants send there good via airships through Airianus a region of land-less wind. It is in this city that my mother left me to train in secrecy. Gwentrickien Windforger, descendent of the gnomish inventor Kendall Windforger, developer of the great wind ships that travel through Airanus, was my master. He taught me the beginnings of all that is arcane. The streets taught me to survive. Although civilized, Garl’s Gate did have its seedy side. In these dark corners my nimble fingers found there way into many a lock and my skills as Rouge flourished.After a few years I had grown into a trusted apprentice of Gwentrickien and he began to take me on his travels. It was during these finals days of tutelage we began to visit the library of Feriblan in the city of Reme. I was not pleased to visit, for while there I was forced to have contact with Vortigern, Feriblan’s apprentice, and his loathsome familiar – Talon. I managed to avoid Vortigern in the last visit I would take to Feriblan’s. While perusing mundane documents in an outer sitting room as Gwentrickien and Feriblan studied ancient text, I circumvented a lock on the back of a small reading stand. To my surprise, a secret compartment opened to reveal a small bound piece of parchment and an item wrapped in a silk cloth. Checking to be sure that I was unobserved, I slipped them into my Robe. The parchment eventually proved to be a letter from a person – apparently a wizard – named Eralion. Eralion left this letter and pouch on his last visit to Reme before some “ritual” that he spoke of in the letter. Also referred to in the letter was an amulet that proved to be inside the pouch. From the amulet hung a medallion, on one side a serpent eating its tail, on the other side a giant Oak tree. Intrigued by the letter I returned to Reme, to visit Feriblan’s some months later. Now free of Gwentrickien’s servitude, I wished to learn more of the history of Eralion and the amulet I now wore around my neck. After some indirect questions of Feriblan I learned of Eralion’s keep, which was located to the east of Reme some six days travel, near the village of Fairhill. Feriblan had not seen the Eralion in many months and the wizard had failed to return several valuable texts and spell books. He also made reference to a staff that Eralion created which had magical power. I left determined to find out why Eralion had not returned to Feriblan’s. Perhaps with a little persuasion I thought I could secure Feriblan’s belongings for myself.It was in Reme, at an inn called the Starving Stirge; I put up an advertisement for able-bodied adventures to travel to Fairhill. Promising an equal division of all gold recovered, I soon gathered with a group of comrades-at-arms eager for adventure and glory. Quite unexpected, I was joined by Galdar, a Cleric of Forsetti. He questioned me about my amulet. Although my first instinct was to run I eventually revealed it to him after he told me he was send by his deity to protect me. Though I was reluctant to reveal to my other new comrades the entire story of my journey, they quickly secured their belongs for the journey to Fairhill. And none to soon as me last few nights of my stay at the Starving Stirge I could see Talon, the raven familiar of Vortigern, outside my window.</blockquote>

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