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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aeradom" data-source="post: 6798178" data-attributes="member: 6810098">Just wanting to get your guys idea which version of the backstory you guys prefer: Having not seen my father for more than a decade, I was asked to return home with some important information. Time has tempered the anger of when I found out that my father had sacrificed my mother, and his wife, to embue me with dark powers. Nevertheless, he is blood and thus reluctantly I go to meet him. Option 1: Upon returning, my father greeted me warmly into his arms. He explained to me that a prophecy would befall me and the world unless I was born with the demon's "blessing". And that in fact, it was my mother's idea to make the pact to prevent such a dark fate from befalling me. And that my father had tried to tell me but couldn't find the words to do so. We hugged, and made up and I returned to my training as a Sorcerer. Not long after, there was an attack on The Tower, the home to the most powerful mages in the world. I would discover in the course of the attack, that it was one of the Arch Mages that had turned on the Council, allowing Drow Dark Paladins to infiltrate past the Tower's defenses. Before I was killed though, my father sent me off from the tower (against my will) along with his staff with only last instruction, "avenge me." Option 2: Upon returning, my father greeted me with the same cold nature I was use to from him. He brought me up to his private quarters and I listened to him as he began to lay out his ambition to control the world, and how of course the world would be better under his guidance.  Just as he was speaking, a loud explosion rocked the tower. He looked calm about it though, and why shouldn't he; it was he who lead the dark forces past the Tower's defenses. Finally, he calmly said that I could either join him, or that he would get the power from me in his own way. What my father didn't know is that the reason for me being silent as he continued to praddle on was not because I was actually listening, but because he was speaking only to an illusion. Just before being caught by the dark paladins, I broke from the invisibility spell, grabbed the staff that was the source and symbol of his power and teleported far away. With his staff in hand, I began to redouble my efforts to start the arcane, knowing that one day me and my father would meet again.</blockquote>

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