"If it is too much. We can work on that later." He said. He didn't want to be a bother with his own personal wants. "Mr. Octain will do if that is easier." when he finished talking and took his spell book on his lap and begin to flip through pages. Looking for the correct date.
"Ah yes.. May 21st 1996.." He stated. Quickly reading how he was recalling it. Then looking at Adelene as he closed the book. his eyes looking at the fire.
"Originally.. It was a nice sunny day that slowly turned into a dark fog. The mist rolled into the town. I left my daughter at a small hotel. When I opened the door to find out what was going on. I had been a nomad for two years at this point. The door opened and instead of a hallway.. I saw a lustful forest. Like the tropics. The place was a paradise. Before a voice crawled into my head. Like someone wanted out.. More like in. By the time I walked into the that door.. It was in my mind. 'You are the Magistar. I have been that who has been around for centuries. A mountain that floats in the air. I look for a master. Survive my trials and you shall be rewarded. I challenge thee. To life or death.' As he heard the voice the whole forest came to life. Grasping me in it's clutches as I was hoisted up into the air. My mind.. Riddled with theories... But no fear. I had taken his challenge as I utilized my Ice Blades to cut myself down. Landing as more of the vines, trees and rocks almost sprang to life. My answer. 'Can you do better than that?'. Then.. We had spent 6 long months. My survival was key in this. I ran, I hid. I stopped all in my way if I had to as a last resort. Though the mountain shared the same thing. It matched my kindness with my own. As I wasn't out right destroying. It allowed me rest at night. Though the hunt continued. The mountain and I spoke to each other. Sharing dreams. Our wants and desires. This bloody trial left my with scars.." He said as he moved his cloak and showed his arm. Covered in still healing scars. He looked at them. Scratches, burns. Cuts. "The six months I spent on that mountain was a trial of determination. My will and my love for life. I was hunted like a Fox. By nature itself. As well as the powers I poses. The Arcane wanted me to fail. Yet I still survived. I had found a small passage way that lead to a catacomb, where a large crystal. The source of it. Now hidden from all but me. As it shifts the various Outer Planes. Woulds like ours. Govern by various creatures and magic. I spent some time venturing there.. While looking at the crystal. The wind spoke once more. Begging me to be it's master. I had agreed. It bound itself to me. And I to it. My trusted friend and adviser. As well as a thorn in my side."
He said. Still looking longingly at the camp fire. As if he was recalling it all in his head as well.
"Ah yes.. May 21st 1996.." He stated. Quickly reading how he was recalling it. Then looking at Adelene as he closed the book. his eyes looking at the fire.
"Originally.. It was a nice sunny day that slowly turned into a dark fog. The mist rolled into the town. I left my daughter at a small hotel. When I opened the door to find out what was going on. I had been a nomad for two years at this point. The door opened and instead of a hallway.. I saw a lustful forest. Like the tropics. The place was a paradise. Before a voice crawled into my head. Like someone wanted out.. More like in. By the time I walked into the that door.. It was in my mind. 'You are the Magistar. I have been that who has been around for centuries. A mountain that floats in the air. I look for a master. Survive my trials and you shall be rewarded. I challenge thee. To life or death.' As he heard the voice the whole forest came to life. Grasping me in it's clutches as I was hoisted up into the air. My mind.. Riddled with theories... But no fear. I had taken his challenge as I utilized my Ice Blades to cut myself down. Landing as more of the vines, trees and rocks almost sprang to life. My answer. 'Can you do better than that?'. Then.. We had spent 6 long months. My survival was key in this. I ran, I hid. I stopped all in my way if I had to as a last resort. Though the mountain shared the same thing. It matched my kindness with my own. As I wasn't out right destroying. It allowed me rest at night. Though the hunt continued. The mountain and I spoke to each other. Sharing dreams. Our wants and desires. This bloody trial left my with scars.." He said as he moved his cloak and showed his arm. Covered in still healing scars. He looked at them. Scratches, burns. Cuts. "The six months I spent on that mountain was a trial of determination. My will and my love for life. I was hunted like a Fox. By nature itself. As well as the powers I poses. The Arcane wanted me to fail. Yet I still survived. I had found a small passage way that lead to a catacomb, where a large crystal. The source of it. Now hidden from all but me. As it shifts the various Outer Planes. Woulds like ours. Govern by various creatures and magic. I spent some time venturing there.. While looking at the crystal. The wind spoke once more. Begging me to be it's master. I had agreed. It bound itself to me. And I to it. My trusted friend and adviser. As well as a thorn in my side."
He said. Still looking longingly at the camp fire. As if he was recalling it all in his head as well.
