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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1743881" data-attributes="member: 20284">Algrel Yenetri Julgrel Varghani Fire Mage Twenty-two years ago I was born to Jurvarop and Leselina Julgrel, wealthy traders of the city-state of Shesada. I've led a good life thus far. All my needs have been cared for and I've never wanted for things to do. My parents provided me with all the goods I needed and even payed for my tuition in the Shesada Etherea when my magical talents began to surface. Unfortunately, my father was always too busy to spend time with me and my mother seemed to care more for her social gatherings than her own flesh and blood. Many times I have wished for a brother, or even a close friend, though I admit that my aloof attitude tends to keep others at a distance. My parents had another son, I think I was three at the time, but he died at an early age. My parents never showed any interest in children after that, apparantly deciding after losing their second that one was enough. But I complain where I should be singing praise. I live in Shesada, the grandest city in all of Mythosa!Shesada is an exciting city, full of interesting people from far away lands. Although Oasys sees most of the direct trade from far away Ksa, we are the next tier, getting marvelous goods from the distant West well before other nations have even dreamed their existance. Though I've never met a Ksaian myself, I've met many people who have. I've been well educated by most standards. The Shesada Etherea is one of the finest magic schools in the west, but the faculty here also emphasises other aspects of knowledge besides just sorcery. I'm fluent in both my native tongue of Varghani and the language of the southern and eastern nations, Marrish. I can make simple conversation in both Sylvari and Orchazi (though I hope I never have the opportunity to meet a native Orchazi speaker!) I've always been hungry for knowledge, and anything magical will draw my attention like a moth to a projected light spell. I have been called by my superiors a fair man, and I'm often nabbed by my Etherea brothers to settle disputes between them. I tend to get upset when I feel someone is not being treated fairly and I will do my best to set things right. BUT!!! Don't get me started about the street vermin littering the alleys of our fair city! I believe everyone should be treated fairly, that they should all be given an opportunity, but I don't believe people should not have to work for their goals. I've never given money to a begger and I never will. If they want money they should work for it.Now that you know a spattering of what I'm like and how my life has been, let me tell you of the events of the past couple of weeks. Reelaree, my instructor in the Fire Art, called me into his meeting chamber two weeks ago. I was nervous, of course. Reelaree is a fair man, but very strict. I have learned well from him, but I have also been punished by him for errors like no other. But, as I was to find out, I had nothing to worry about. I left that chamber in high spirits and full of pride. My teacher had informed me that the school's Masters were impressed with my progress and felt I would soon be prepared to test for membership as an Etherea Minora. He gave me a staff that had been purchased in the Agori (the Shesadan marketplace for you non-denizens) and he wanted me to analyze its magical abilities. Over the past couple of weeks I've been studying it, purusing the runes that line its length and testing various incantations I've diciphered. Twice I have had success, startling and little damaging, but exciting nevertheless. I've found that by chanting "Shisovo Nervent, Shisovo Lerestin, Shisovo Varghani" three times while waving the staff in a circle before me I can conjure a great wall of water. I've managed to do this consistently now, but the staff seems to lose its power after two castings in the same day. Another interesting trait of this staff is that by holding it as a warrior holds a spear and proclaiming the phrase "Varghani Shisovo Elento Heredo," a bolt of water will shoot from the end with great destructive force. I inadvertanlty injured a fellow classmate when I first discovered this, but he is doing much better now and the healers say he should be able to walk by himself by the end of the month. Unfortunately, the staff seems to only be able to use this wonderous power once in a given day. I've yet to decipher the rest of the runes as they are in an ancient dialect of Varghani and the books in the Etherea and my own knowledge have been all but exhausted. I have noticed that while carrying the staff I can cast more spells before my energy is exhausted, though no writtings have explained this. I've a feeling the fun is over now, though, and that a new life is ahead of me. Reelaree has called me to his chamber again, and from the look on his face something is wrong...</blockquote>

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