House Morcane

Szun

I've known no father and no mother...
Beeing born in Szith as a male is hard enough, beeing without parents was hell.
The first memories i can recall are from slaves feeding me some slimy substance they called babyfood, it was horrible...

I grew up beeing cared for by slaves of a comoner house in Szith.
The few memories i have of that time i'd rather forget.

Life started to get exiting when i was given to the Melee Academie for training. It made fun to learn and fight my classmates.

Then it started...
When i was around, freak accidents seem to happen wich noone could explain. How do you burn your skin on a wooden sword?
That is only on thing that happend,out of many.

Children can be cruel, soon i had the mark of a troublemaker on me and life went downhill from there.

I was just finishing up my apprenticeship in Melee acadamy when a robed figure entrered the hall and was speaking with one of the masters.

Noone cared to explain to me why, but that robed figure took me with him and lead me to a building next to my acadamy, i was hearing rumors during my training that it was the wizard acadamy but noone ever confirmed it...until now.

The freak accidents i caused were aperently uncontrolled magical outbursts that can happen by untrained but able young wizards.

I started my training in the sorcere and i must admit it was tortue at first, but i slowly learned to enjoy my newly found powers wich needed a lot of training, more even, then the fighting training i endured in my early years.

Even while studieing in the Sorcere, i keept training with my choosen weapon the Warmace, in secret of course...the masters would not look pleased upon it.

to be continued...