Helena Hoardseeker
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Character name: Helena Hoardseeker
Login: Wywernywin_It was 3rd of Mirtul. The soring had come, flowers blossomed all around. Helena took a deep breath before she headed back to the road, away from the plains. It was not wise to travel here alone, there were rumours of a Thayvian squad making yet another move on Aglarond. Though it was so beautiful…
A groaning sound up ahead startled her away from her daydreams. A traveler was walking straight towards her. 'He must be drunk', she thought. The walking was broken, more a constant collapse than proper steps. As the man came closer, she realized it was not man at all. Not anymore at least. It was a zombie, and there were dozen more following it! Helena turned to run, but was stopped in her tracks by a male sound from her right.
"You're not going anywhere girl, before you tell me where the nearest inn is. Me and my friends..", he gestured behind him, three more red robed wizards stepped out from the woods, "...are hungry and tired." Afraid to do anything else, Helena quickly complied with their request and directed them towards the nearest inn. The grin on the face of the leading mage grew wider. "Good", he said with a chillingly emotionless voice. "I am Zacharias. Though you can call me 'master', as now you shall join our merry troops." He gestured towards the zombies, before turning back to me. I could notice he had began to cast a spell.. fireball.. I knew that somehow. I had always had a close relationship to spells. Though it seemed as if it was about to end now.
Suddenly magical bolts hit the chest of the leading wizard. His spell fumbled, and he flew backwards into a ditch. That might have saved his life though, as soon there was a chainlightning cycling through the zombies, while simultaneously a firey orb flew into the mouth of one of the three apprentices. He turned to say something to his friends - by the looks of his face, something along the lines of "Run!". The words never came out though, as the delayed blast fireball in his mouth finally exploded, turning him and his friends into a hot spray of blood and fire. I heard hasty words from the ditch as Zacharias teleported away. As I turned to look over my shoulder, where the spells came from, I saw her. My Queen, The Simbul. She looked at me, smiled faintly, I thought? Then she was gone. And then I knew, I wished to be like her.
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Two weeks later, I had decided it. Heck, I might never become a chosen of Mystra. I might never be a great sorceress. But I could become someone for other to admire, sing songs about. I had the wits and looks to do it. Narfell was awaiting - an old empire once fallen. Surely there'd be ancient artefacts to discover there. Something, to help me on my quest to become one of the heroes of the Realms. I bid farewell to Aglarond, my loved homeland. Maybe one day I might return. But for now, it was my time to walk the Toril. It was time to become an adventurer!_
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