*sits by the campfire relaxing after a long day*
It has been a long time since I last wrote... there is so much to say. Where should I begin? *looks at where he left off and his eyes widen* It can't have been that long could it? Well best start where I left off.
For a while I sought a way to contact this necromancer, but to no avail. It seemed whoever this man was he did not want to be disturbed lightly. I never gave up looking for a way but almost gave up hope of ever finding one... till one day a bat flew down from the obsidian night sky and gently dropped a bit of parchment in my hand and promptly dissapeared into the same dark sky. I opened it slowly and was overjoyed at what was written on the parchment! It was an invitation to have a formal audience with this mysterious man. I happened to be with some good friends at the time and we were trying to think of something to do. I quickly asked them to accompany me and off we went.
The journey to Bone Hill was for the most part uneventful execpt for the fact that we felt we were being watched and later discovered that we were being watched, but for the time erred on the side of caution and decided to be wary of the watcher but not reveal them yet.
When we arrived at what could only be the man's house (who else would live anywhere close to Bone Hill?) I was beconed inside and the others waited outside watching for our uninvited guest. I finally stood face to face with the man I had wanted to meet more than anything else in the world. He didn't exactly give me a warm welcome but I did not excpect such. We spoke for a while of how I came to know of him. I told him I had heard froma friend who helped him retrieve a teddy bear pf all things from some bugbears. My friend had said he used it to remember his childhood and keep him from being taken over by his art. The room we spoke in was filled with teddy bears but he showed me the one they had collected for him and said it was his favorite. We then moved on to the more serious subject of why he should help me. I told him if there was anything I could do for him to prove myself worthy I would do it.
He gave me the task of going into his "workshop" *a look of rage that he has been trying to hold back for a while creeps onto his face* and retrieve his favorite pair of gloves. Needless to say the workshop was not a normal workshop. It turned out to be some kind of sick crypt. I had to go around the crypt killing undead to get to sarcouphaguses with tombstones by them that had morbid messages hinting at how each had been torchured to death. At first I convinced myself that he could not have done this but as I went along I became more and more convinced he was not like he claimed to be. I had to take hands from the sarcouphaguses and put them in other ones in certain orders then pull some chains to cancel out a shield that was blocking our way to where his gloves were.
Surounding the gloves, which were on an alter at the end of the room, were many more undead but they were not much of a problem. I took the gloves and examined them closely only to find out they were made of human skin! Of all the sick bastards! I returned to him and threw the gloves at his feet having completed the task. He congradulated me and said he would train me.... but there was one more thing he needed... one of my friends that were now standing with me (they had been aloud to help me retrieve the gloves, among them were Glenn Thendor; who is now passed away, Daeron Stormcloud a long time friend of mine, Jser Archanbow my first friend I met in Layonara, and Sh'anda Discore a wonderful friend (not bad looking either *laughs to himself*) ). I immediatly said I was sorry to have met him and he would have none of my friends. We left. It was then that our misterious watcher showed herself and gave me a letter from the church of Lucinda. It was a summons to the Archane Tower, Office of the Pale. They wanted me to meet them there in a week to talk about training me.
A week later I went there as I was told and met the one who was to interview me. She asked me some tough questions, but apparently my answers were sufficient because she told me to go to a town where a tradgedy had recently happened and 3 people died. She told me to speak to the familys of the dead and ask them about there loved ones and find an item that belonged to one of them and choose it as a tailsmin to focus my powers with. I did just that and returned to her with a chared spellbook from the magician in training that supposedly caused the fire that killed the three people. I explained to her that I chose it because like everyone assumed that the magician caused the fire even though there was no proof, I would likely have few friends and maybe lose some of the ones I had.
Since then I have progressed quite a bit in my studies, but there is much more yet to learn, and thus my journey continues...
*he closes the book with a sigh and drifts to sleep with the warmth of the fire to comfort him*
