Erestor's parents had always considered him to be a prodigy of sorts but he never let himself truly believe it. The young mage knows there is so much more he can learn and he has a burning desire to improve. That was his main reason for joining BranchWood Academy: to hone his skills and learn from the best of the best. He now searches for like-minded individuals who strive to become the stuff of legend.
Zezrot was always a loner, having been a runaway since a very young age. No one seemed to understand the boy. But when he found that odd trinket lying half buried in a forest, he was met with an understanding the likes of which he had never felt. Brandishing the beautiful purple jeweled amulet, he suddenly felt his body ache and lapsed into unconsciousness soon after. The young Zezrot awoke to the feel of soft cloth rubbing along his cheek. What stood over him was a large cloth puppet, standing nearly three feet tall. It's anatomy attempted to mimic that of a human's and it's indented eye sockets glowed deeply with a white hue. On that day, Zezrot came face to face with the first being to ever allot him a bit of understanding.
Zezrot now roams the land, traveling with his faithful puppets at his side. He wants nothing more than to become a hero, just like in the tales he had heard as a kid. Now, he finds himself at the gates of an unfamiliar school, couriered letter of invitation held in his grown hands.
Zezrot now roams the land, traveling with his faithful puppets at his side. He wants nothing more than to become a hero, just like in the tales he had heard as a kid. Now, he finds himself at the gates of an unfamiliar school, couriered letter of invitation held in his grown hands.
Out of those who strived to become things of Legends, one man known for his father's skill would be similar. Errown Kavet would strive to surpass the impression of his father's skill having only half the ability he did. The difficulty to surpass someone such as Alydorn Kavet would not be an easy task. Having the Orc Conquest in the past and Errown's father no where to be seen. Only rumors could be brought forth about the disappearance of three of the warriors sent to de-head the Orc Warchief Maul-tork. Now, Errown faces the insurmountable goal to surpass his father and aim for even greater heights as a Nether.
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