3. Aramil Silver's Past...

Aramil Silver's Past...

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    Account name: DeityMech
    Player Name: Aramil Silver

    Aramil Silver was born from his mother (An Elven Cleric) and his Father (An Elven War Wizard) and from the moment of birth his parents fought over him. His mother, as to be expected, wanted him to become a cleric and follow in her footsteps of "Good, and not that foul magic that your foolish father does". His father, personally taught him on his free time until he was old enough to attend classes. Aramil's father was an Archmage of the guild he was apart of, The Guild of the Silver Dragons.
    Also the Founder and Keeper, Aramil's family had no house… the Guild house was their home. Once Aramil was old enough to begin classes, he was sent away to board at the teaching school.

    At the school, Aramil was far ahead of every student because of his fathers teachings. He could already right scrolls, and even cast some minor cantrips (Although he was forbidden to do so). So the school master taught him privatly, instead of throwing him in a class of students who would hold him back. He spent many years receiving private lessons from the school master, until he graduated the school. He was then summoned back to The Guild of the Silver Dragons.

    After a long journey back from the school, he arrived back at The Guild.
    Upon returning, his father approached him. "You are going to take the test to be accepted into our ranks, are you not?" Aramil replied "Yes father, of course." His father simply nodded, and led him into a dark room with 5 stone, stationary chairs that were filled, and 5 wood chairs that were filled with 4 people. "Sit, Aramil," A voice spoke from the stationary stone chairs, motioning to the empty wooden chair. Aramil sat down quickly. and the voice spoke again, "You are all here to take a test. This test will help determine if you will be accepted into our ranks as The Guild of the Silver Dragons. I cannot reveal any informations regarding the test itself, however, I recommend that each of you do your best." At the end of the statement, he spoke a word and everything vanished... except Aramil.

    Aramil passed the test, (Test is written in The Testing of Aramil Silver…) and was now initiated into The Guild of the Silver Dragons. They clothed him in standard, blue robes. they assigned him a room in the guild house, and Aramil was exhausted from the test. Aramil slept the entire day after his initiation was complete. He woke in his fathers office, and having not seen it since his childhood, Aramil was confused. He then remember where and how he was. His father spoke "Aramil, I apologize for what I am about to do. I must send you on a quest. A retreival quest."
    Aramil nodded intently. "what would you have me do, father?" His father replied, " While you slept, the guildhouse was raided by A Very powerful Dark Wizard. an orc, at that." Aramil looked puzzled, and his father nodded, telling Aramil he was just about as confused as Aramil was. "There was only one thing stolen, Aramil, The Ice Circlet of El'lurien, your desendants most powerful weapon" Aramil, not knowing the true power of the circlet (he still doesn't) asked "Do you wish me to retrieve this circlet for you, father?" to this his father replied, "Aramil, I am sending you to your doom. The Silver Guardians have requested that you be sent, because the most powerful of the wizards are needed for other missons. I am truly sorry Aramil." At this moment, his mother entered the office. shouting "Aramil is not going anywhere! He is comming with me to the temple, and he will become a cleric. No dangerous artifacts there." His mother and father argued until Aramil spoke up and said "I'll do it" Both of his parents looked at him, his mother in awe, his father smiling. Aramil spoke again. "Father, do you have any clues to where this Dark Wizard may be heading?" his father spoke, "I have all you will need to track him down already laid out in your room, Aramil." Aramil nodded and bowed. "Thank you for trusting me with such an important task, father." He left the room, and dressed for his journey.

    After several months of journey, Aramil entered the Town of Norwick.
    looking around, he found an Inn for the night. In the mourning, he woke and bought supplies from a nice gentleman named Praeth. He then traveled south a bit, until he found his way into Rawlinswood West Woods. He was then attacked by 3 goblins. Remembering his training, he cast Magic Missle. One of the short Goblins fell over and died. Then arrows struck the other two goblins, and a party of 4 arrived to see what was happening. In this party were A human Cleric, A half-orc Barbarian, an elven wizard, and a human wizard. They introduced themselves: The human cleric and the elven wizards names are lost to time, but the Half-Orc barbarian called himself Borag Sys, and the Human wizard called himself Xarthas. Later in the evening, Borag told a tale of how his village was wiped out by his former tribal leader, Deng, who turned to "da book magic" Aramil then told his tale of how his guild was raided by someone of similar description, and upon further research, they linked that they were both looking for the same person. Xarthas then told his tale of how something was stolen from his tower by an Orc who stole the most powerful, and deadly artifact in the tower…. The Orb of Shadow. Aramil, sensing he was getting closer to retrieving the Ice Circlet of his descendant, stayed in Norwick for a few more days.

    5 days later, Xarthas and Aramil were travelling in the west woods. Aramil noticed a Rune Crystal, and while Xarthas was talking, Aramil used it to contact his guild. Aramil then discovered that his Guild was slaughtered, by the Dark Wizard, returning and using several Powerful Artifacts. Aramil, swore he would drop his wizarding ways because there was no one left to teach him. Xarthas offered to apprentice Aramil, and Aramil accepted. This sealed Aramils fate. Xarthas taught Aramil many spells, and after an ammount of time had passed, Aramil and Xarthas went to fight the Bandits. An ambush occured, however, and Aramil woke up in the inn. He immideiatly went seraching for Xarthas, but never saw him again. He then met a Wizard who told him Xarthas was evil. He told him Xarthas was using him, and Xarthas was using the Orb of Shadow to subdue Deng and controll him. Aramil didnt believe it and left Norwick, in search of his master. He travelled North to Peltarch and stayed there for around a decade.

    The wizard, whom you may know as Summoner (Saturus) wondered where Aramil went, but realized that there was no time to lose. With Borags help, Saturus destroyed Xarthas and the Orb of Shadow, as told in :
    The Orb of Shadow


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    "Hmm?" Saturus said, pearing over from his search? Saturus walked silently over to look at the ring in his hand. "You say this isn't yours? You've never seen it before?" "correct." Aramil responded. Saturus gazed around more. "Why in the world does he believe it is his duty to protect me?" Aramil said silently to himself. "He is just trying to help. Accept it and move on with your life." Aramil rebuted himself. "I believe I can protect myself and I believe I have the right to know information that concerns me!" Aramil further argues with himself. Then, Aramil's surroundings turned black. Aramil looked, but this darkness could not be pierced. Aramil ran as fast as he could, only to keep running, and grow tired. "What's happening, Saturus?" there came no answer. "Saturus! Answer me!" His futile attempts to scream echoed throught the darkness like a never-ending chasm.

    The following is an account that was recorded when Saturus told Aramil what had happened during his place in the eternal darkness of his mind. Not all that happened was mentioned, nor was all of it recorded with full accuracy.

    "I will put the ring on!" Aramil screamed at Saturus, both who were now on the other side of the south gate, where the guards could not hear or see them. Saturus spoke with force. "Give me the ring Aramil. It must be destroyed. "No!" Aramil screamed! "You cannot take it!" Saturus frowned. "I was hoping I did not have to do this, but it seems nessisary."
    Saturus began to chant. "Chant away fool! The ring is mine!" An Earth Elemental appeared in front of Aramil, nearly crushing him. The Earth Elemental seized Aramil's hand and began to squeeze ever so lightly (A great deal of force to Aramil's fragile hands.) Aramil gasped and the ring fell to the floor. "No!" Aramil shouted. "It's for your good, Aramil." Saturus said, and he nodded to the Earth Elemental who picked the ring up, and crushed it. The Ring, now sand in the elemental's hand, was blown into the wind. A dark voice spoke next. "Pity. He would have had much more power with that ring." Saturus, indentifying the voice immediatly, look straight towards the direction it was comming from…..Aramil's mouth. "Xarthas," Saturus spoke. "...no..it isn't possible...I destroyed you!" The next sound was dark laughter. the dark voice spoke again. "I cannot be destroyed, fool. I am immortal." Saturus shook his head in disbelief. "It cannot be possible! The orb...you were destroyed!" the voice of darkness itself spoke, "The orb was not destroyed. It cannot be destroyed." Saturus puzzled these ideas for a while, then he spoke, "I deafeated and destroyed you once, and I can do it again!" Dark laughter sounded again. " You cannot destroy me, and you will not destroy me. I will bereturned to your plane... and I will rule it. no one will stop me... not even your pathetic gods." Saturus spoke more. "Aramil will stop you." Dark laughter errupted again, and lasted for several seconds. "Aramil?! My apprentice? Stop ME?! foolish one aren't you? He will be the one to return me." Saturus turned pale, and the voice spoke again. "Yes... I will need Aramil before the end, so do not let harm come to him." Saturus stood speechless, and the dark voice spoke, for what every bit of good in the world hoped would be the last time. "Your days are numbered. Aramil grows in power all the more." Saturus shouted back, "Aramil has given magic up! He will be of little use to you!"
    Dark laughter sounded, and slowly died away as Aramil colapsed to the ground.

    Thus ends the account of Saturus's later telling of the story when Aramil was "Not himself". Here on continues the true source of Aramil's accountings.
    Aramil bolted up from a nightmare. "what was I dreaming about?" he asked himself silently when he was fully awake. He remembered nothing, and later learned from Saturus of what misgivings took place therein.
    Saturus spoke, after the tale, "Aramil, I need your help." Aramil looked at him, puzzled. "My help? What could you possibly need my help for?" Saturus sighed and looked at him some more. "To combat Xarthas, of course." At the word Xarthas, the surroundings grew silent, like nature in itself ceasing to exist. Aramil spoke again, "Saturus, I gave magic up, I was not the man for it." Saturus shook his head. "Aramil, for the sake of good in the world, please, help me. You are very powerful, you can make a difference! return to your magic, Aramil. It is missing you as much as you are missing it." Aramil and Saturus talked long about this, Aramil bringing the bad to the table, Saturus bringing the good. Finally, Aramil agreed to return to the magic as a neutral Wizard. "I will wear robes of red and neutrality." Aramils last statement was on the subject. Immediatly, they began training and regaining Aramil's power in magic. A week later, Aramil switched his alignment to good, and was also taken over by Xarthas two more times, though he didn't remember it.

    Thus ends the story of Aramil's History Book I.

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    10 years later, Aramil's journeys brought him to Peltarch. As he was entering the city, two Orcs caught his attention. Seeing powerful magic, and a fighter struggling with it. As Aramil went over the situtation in his head, he realized he had heard descriptions of these orcs before… "Wait a minuet..thats Borag and Deng!" he said silently to himself. He had long since given up magic, however, was still trained in the use of a longbow, so he fired an arrow, aiming for Deng. The arrow hit Deng, and disintegrated. Deng turned to stare at Aramil, then he cast confusion on Borag. Borag ran into a fall, and fell unconscious. Deng spoke "This is not your fight! Go away!" Aramil replied "You raided and destroyed my Guild house with the Ice circlet of El'lurien. I want it back." Deng laughed at this.
    "Take it off my dead corpse, weakling." He began to cast an incatation he had never heard before. Aramil, not feeling this paniced since The Testing of Aramil Silver…, stood still. Then suddenly, Deng was decapitated. As his headless corpse fell to the ground, Borag was seen. his great sword drawn and blood on the blade.
    "Deng be dead now." he spoke. "book magic people stupid." he grunted.
    "you be book magic person?" Borag finally ended. Aramil spoke, "Borag, its me, Aramil" Borag looked puzzled. "Borag no know you, Borag know someone named Aramil long time ago, but Borag no know you." Aramil was stunned. "Borag, we met 10 years ago. In Norwick." Borag's eyes lit up at the name of the town. "Norwick! Borag like Norwick. We go to Norwick." Borag took off running threw the city in Norwicks direction. Aramil yelled after him "Borag, Wait!" Aramil looked around, and found Deng's head, and then tried to remove the Ice circlet of El'lurien, but the circlet had defensive enchantments that Aramil did not know about, it knows who its current master is. Aramil slumped to the ground.

    Aramil woke in a caravan heading to Jiyyid. He found Dengs decapitated body, head and all. Aramil quickly set to work, discovering how to get it off of his head. He tried many things. first, he tried rapidly pulling it off, but it wouldent budge. Then he tried scalping eng's head, but it would just heal until eventually, the knife froze. Aramil was frustrated, so he started yelling at it, <draconic>"I am the desendant of your master! For god sakes, let me have you!" The circlet immediatly slipped off and fell to the floor. Aramil was stunned. He had not the slightest clue what to do. So he took his frozen skinning knife, and an arrow, and picked the circlet up using those, and put it into his pack. "I hope it doesn't freeze my things."
    he said silently to himself. Someone entered the caravan wagon he was in and startled Aramil. "By the Hells!" he shouted. The person, a dwarf about 200 years old, had a long, brown beard, and most obviously, a beer belly, shouted back, "nae shout at meh!" Aramil, still frightened, jumped off the wagon.

    Aramil woke lying near the fires at the gypsy camp. He was hot, too hot. When he woke he went to cool off, and then immideiatly checked for the Ice Circlet of El'lurien. He had it, and sighed of relief. he set on the road, and within the day, entered Jiyyid. Something was wrong, he sensed, because he was not attacked by bandits on the road. He spent the night at the Regal Whore Inn. In the mourning, he realized it was about half a days travel to Norwick, so he set out early.

    About lunch time, he arrived in Norwick. The farmiliar smell of the air, the quiet talkings of townsfolk, and Aramil realized "This is home." He looked ofr the Boarshed Inn in its normal place, but coulden't find it. Shrugging, he went to the fire.

    Aramil sat quietly at the fire, no one was around and so he thought he would catch up on some reading he'd been meaning to do. After reading a bit, An old man in blue robes confronted him. "Do I know you?" He spoke.
    Aramil looking at him, looked in his face. He did sense somthing farmiliar about him, but he had seen so many people in his 140 years he wasn't so sure. "Aramil?" he spoke. "Ah, so he does remember me" Aramil said silently to himself. "I just wish I could remeber him." "It's me, Saturus." he spoke. "Saturus?" He said aloud. "Ah yes, Saturus." memorizes of his task filled his head. "Saturus, it has been a long time." Saturus nodded. Aramil now remembered that nodding was a subconscious thing we-wizards have. Aramil returned the nod subconsciously, however. Aramil somewhat zoned out as he and saturs began to talk of old times. After a bit of rambling, Aramil and Saturus discussed the death of Deng, Borags strange appearance, and him leaving towards the mountains. Aramil felt strange. His skin was crawling, he felt hot. He needed air. he gasped for air "Ugh!" he struggled so hard. then, a bright flash of red light appeared in Aramil's vision.

    Aramil sat up. The time hadn't changed. Saturus was still there. Saturus looked at him. "Are you alright?" He spoke. "Yes, I'm fine now." Saturus looked around suspisciously. "Why is he always so secretive? It always frustates me so much." Aramil said silently. "Good." Saturus looked around some more, and then resumed the previous conversation.
    "So you never answer my question, do you still have the artifact you were searching for?" Aramil nodded. "Allow me to get it out of my pack."
    Saturus nodded, and Aramil reached into his pack, searching for the Ice circlet. It was gone. "By the Hells!" Aramil shouted. Saturus looked at him, puzzled. "What is wrong now?" "It is gone!" Aramil shouted.
    Saturus searched around for it on the ground, and Aramil dumpd his pack onto the ground. "Hm.." Aramil stared intently at the Ring of Obsidian in his hand. "I have never seen this before."
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