3. Jonelthas E'lin

Jonelthas E'lin

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    Character Name: Jonelthas E'lin
    Player Name: Fearghul

    The room was filled with an eldritch light as Jonelthas stared up at the figure that had once been his teacher, his mentor…standing over him with his staff in hand, a cruel smile on his lips.
    "Ah my boy, I knew this day would come eventually," the older figure chuckled, "You came to me seeking knowledge, well, this shall be your final lesson. Trust no one."

    With that the dark robed figure raised his staff and a bolt of magical energy struck Jonelthas, knocking him backwards onto the stone floor. The young sun elf writhed in pain as he felt his strength being sapped by the older figure.

    "It's a shame really, you were such a fine pupil...so helpful...so diligent..."

    A scream slipped from between Jonelthas lips as the magic assault continued.

    "...you never should have pried into my chambers. You would have been far happier without that knowledge. I wonder how you will face your kin, knowing you've aided me."

    The figure turned away from Jonelthas. striding up the wooden steps leading out of the eerie basement, turning to glance back. "If you manage to face them of course…"

    With a final gesture from his staff, the figure shot a searing ray of fire into the wooden beam above Jonelthas, bringing it crashing down on his legs and setting the wooden floor of the room above aflame. "I doubt you will...but you have showed surprising ingenuity in avoiding my wards...consider this your final exam my boy...Goodbye..."

    With that the figure disappeared from view. laughing.

    Slowly the basement began to fill with smoke, causing Jonelthas to cough and choke. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on what few spells he could recall...focusing his mind through the haze of pain he pushed out with his magic, causing the beam to become slick and slippery. With his fingertips the young wizard slowly pulled himself free, rolling over and gazing up at the blaze above...for a moment he seemed unsure...them he remembered the few items still sitting on the worktable nearby...including a wand he had been working on...

    He stretched out towards it, employing one of the most basic cantrips known to mages to snatch it from the table...he aimed carefully at the flickering flames above and let loose with bolt after bolt of frigid ice from the wand...dousing the flames with each touch...

    Eventually he brought the blaze under control, and managed to crawl from the heavily damaged mansion to seek aid...

    Despite the best efforts of the healers at the local temple, some dark energy from the spells used on him clung to his wounds...while they were able to heal most of them, he was left weakened and with a permanent limp from his crushed legs.

    It was years since he had set out, young and impatient, in a search for knowledge...looking to bring honour to his family...and now, with the shame of his actions...it would be years more before he might dare return home...until he had atoned for his unwitting sins, and brought justice...vengeance...to his former master...
    Wherever that path might take him...


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