It appears that this is where we depart then Sir Knight. May the Bison of Heaven guide your steps as he begins to chant and disppears back to the Tower of High Sorcery of Wayreth,
With a flurry of robes the Master of the Renegade Hunters appears at the Tower of High Sorcery. One of the Red Robes, a guardian of the glyphs is at attention. As the Black Robe appears the Red Robe bows in respect.
Master Terevalis, it is good to see you again.
The Black Robe smiles as the Red Robe comments.
I do enjoy arriving at the Tower. Tell me, are my rooms prepared?
All should be as you left it, Master of the Renegade Hunters
With that the Black Robe thanks the Red and travels to his suite of rooms.
On his way to his room, the Black Robe, seeing a white robed apprentice quickly demands that the apprentice summon his apprentice to his room.
The Black Robe listens to his apprentice and what magic he has learned in his time at the Tower. Interesting. You are learning much my apprentice. You do well and do your Shalafi proud
The young Khur nods Thank you Shalafi. I feel like I have found a home here/
The Magic is all. It is lover. Father, Mother, kin. The more you dedicate yourself to the Art the more that you are able to learn and grow and reap the benefits of such power. Tell me, have you found yourself leaning towards the study of one particular school of arcane might to study?
Shalafi, I feel myself drawn more and more to the study of either enchantment spells or those that aid in battle, eldritch missiles, burning hands. the young man responds.
These are acceptable and useful applications of the Art. Both will be useful in the days to come.
You may go. I have research to conduct. If you are needed again you will be summoned. Continue doing well. the Master of the Renegade Hunters states to his apprentice.
The apprentice nodsm bows and departs.
The Black Robe is able to spend the next few days in study and in conversation with other members of the Conclave and the small number of wizards that have been able to return to the Tower, though the few elven White Robes tend to ignore what he is doing, they do show a bit of respect if only for the Title of Master Renegade Hunter. He is able to add to his spellbooks and read in the library and aid, when necessary, though not often in the Testing of certain mages who are able to make it to the Tower.
Terevalis will do what he can to learn about various magical spells as well as seeking information on what might be going on with Mina and the Knights of Solamnia, as well as the Elven Diaspora/
An acolyte in Black Robes knocks softly on the wizard's door.
Master, there seems to be some trouble outside of the Forest of Wayreth, a group of elven refugees is beset by goblins and ogres. The Sigil Keeper thought you would be interested in this development
Interesting. Thank you for this news. I must prepare myself for this endeavor. It is good practice for what may be coming later. he says as he casts false life, protection from evil, Greater Invisibility and mage armor on himself.
AC 22
false life
68 hp
As he exits the Tower the Forest of Wayreth takes him outside of its borders to a group of elves that is being slaughtered by 5 goblin raiders and 2 ogres. A few elves, Qualanesti by the looks of them, have fallen to the raiders. 2 elven teens it seems are all that remain.
Seeing that these beasts have slaughtered elven blood, albeit the lesser blood of the Qualanesti the Black Robe's wound begin to flare, a mark from his soul forge in the Test of High Sorcery.
Ast dwret dreas peare pors nir area vew he begins to chant as he pulls a bit of guano out of his spell pouches and a fireball erupts around the bandits
The fireball is enough to incinerate the goblins
and the ogres
The elven teens scream in fear and shock as the creatures burn before their eyes.
The two teens look to be brothers or at least related.
One of the teens stays still while the other attempts to flee
The Silvanesti cries out in Elvish
Stop! The fire that consumed the goblins and the ogres got who it was meant to destroy. The pillagers of Samnuvall's legions shall learn the price of spilling elvish blood. If you leave, I cannot protect you.
The one boy continues to make off.
The Black Robe, using the Staff of Magius will use it to eztend the next spell he casts, a charm person
There is no need to run. I am your friend. I just saved you.
Will
The boy stops You are right you did save us. I trust you, even if you wear the Black Robes
His cousin, now aware of what is going on a bit more looks around in fear and disbelief at his brother. But Feilenan he says he is a Black Robe
Yes, he replies, but one who saved us
The Black Robe smiles beneath his cowl
Yes, your brother is right he says as he begins to chant again trying to ensnare the mind of the other elven teen.
will
You are right. I do not know what I was thinking. He saved us
Come with me my friends, we should be off. There may be other foes in the forest. I think your parents would want you to be safe
The two approach the Black Robe who takes them by the hand and the Forest of Wayreth takes them back to the Tower of High Sorcery
As they enter into the Forest of Wayreth, they are taken to the doors of the Tower where Terevalis has his quarters.
What is this? one of the elf's asks.
You stand before the fabeled Tower of Wayreth, the first and greatest of the Towers of High Sorcery. You, as my friends, are here as my guests and who knows, this might become your home/
The Black Robe sees to it that the elf's are tested for magical ability. They both have the desire and the skill to learn magic and even though the charm eventually fades, they are friendly to the Black Robe.
He saved us from the goblins and the ogres. We would have been killed, like the rest of our family. No one else came to save us, no clerics, no paladins, no knights. A Black Robe.
The Black Robe is happy and pleased that the young elves have shown promise. Though they are not allowed on the upper levels of the Tower of High Sorcery yet he does manage to find them in the guest room they were assigned.
Greetings young one. I have great joy to share with you. It seems like you have the capability to become wizards. Though because the Dragon Queen stole the world and the Overlords destroyed the land, your ability to use the Art was not even taught to you. Therefore I offer you a choice. You can chose to remain here in the Tower of High Sorcery where, under my patronage, you can join my other apprentice, and learn about High Sorcery. This gift, I think will be of great benefit when it comes time to reclaim our lands, or you can return to the world outside the Towers, to the Elven Disapora, where your fate will be, well, not as promising as it would be here.
The siblings look at each other and have a brief conversation. The older approaches the Master of the Renegade Hunters and both kneel.
Shalafi they say as they take to the knee.
The Black Robe smiles. There was really no other choice they had he thinks to himself.
He quickly arranges for the boys to don on apprentice black robes and introduces the new novices to his current apprentice.
You will learn from me and from each other he says.
The fact that there are 2 young elven apprentices wearing the Black Robes of apprentices is not lost on the few elven White Robes at the Tower of High Sorcery.
A few of the Qualanesti wizards approach the Black Robe
What do you think that you are doing? Adding to the number of Dark Elves in the world? These young elves should be wearing the White Robes as apprentices. We thought that you of all people would know that. the two elves who approach Terevalis state.
What would you have had me do. Members of the White Robes, watch them die? Or allow them to return to the forests of Qualanesti? Here their lives have meaning, here they can learn the Art. And after all, does the counsel of Solinari and the gods of Light advocate for free will? In the end, though a Black Robe sponsor them, the Test of High Sorcery will determine, what color of robes they will wear, if any he says with a polite smile. The robes they wear now only indicate that their sponsor is one of the Black Robes, not the robes they will wear in the future. And think, what a powerful patron and sponsor they have
The White Robes look in amazement that a Black Robe and a Dark Elf would speak to them in such a manner.
And do not forget, never forget, none of the White Robes came to their aide! he says with a smir.
Shocked that a younger wizard would talk to them in such a manner, especially a Black Robe Dark Elf, they leave in a huff.
Terevalis smiles and goes back to his studies, his mind going back to his earliest days and the minotaurs that have captured his towers of study.
A plan begins to develop in his mind.
Before the plan can reach fruition, the Black Robe stumbles upon something in one of his times outside of the Tower, as he tries to make contact with the Cult of the Bloody Condor.
It has been nearly a year since the wizards regained control of the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth from the
clutches of the power-hungry sorcerer Kalrakin. The sorcerer acquired possession of an artifact called the Irda Stone that allowed him to siphon magical energy from the Tower and transfer it into raw magical energy he could harness. The wizards finally killed the madman, but not without allowing his apprentice Luthar to escape. At the time Luthar was a sorcerer of modest power and he hated Kalrakin for almost killing him but he hated the wizards more. At first he was thankful to be alive but he came to realize that the power Kalrakin wielded was what finally drove him insane. If he could find a way to harness that energy without endangering himself he could become quite powerful indeed. Luthar recalled something Kalrakin once told him about the ruins of Skullcap and he traveled to there. The sorcerer snuck inside in the guise of a rat and for months he explored the ruins from top to bottom managing to avoid the creatures that laired there.
Perhaps I should investigate what might be taking place at Skullcap. It might be a place of learning, defense, or both. I will make my way to Solace and there wait until I am able to make it to Zhaman, when the Black Moon rises in the sky for its power to be used, for the glory of High Sorcery,
The Black Robe materializes outside of the town of Solace, not in the middle of the town, but on the outskirts.
As he enters the town he is approached by the sheriff, Gerard Uth Mondar A Black Robe in town? What is your business here in Solace? We are a peaceful town and want no trouble
Gerard Uth Mondar, former Knight of the Crown and current sheriff of Solace. I am Terevalis Unctio, of the Black Robes, formerly of Silvanesti. I come not for trouble but on a pilgrimage of sorts. I come to pay homage to the former dwelling place of Raistlin Majere, the most powerful wizard of my or any other order of High Sorcery, which I believe is in the Inn of the Last Home. I want no trouble but am happy to defend myself if such is deemed necessary he says with a smile
If that is why you are here, you are welcome, no less than anyone else in this town. See that no trouble follows you.
The Black Robe nods his head and puts his cowl over his head. He makes his way to the Inn of the Last Home and walks up the stairs, while people either gawk at him or give him a birth.
He makes his way up to the Inn.
The Black Robe enters the room. He makes himself comfortable and orders wine, elven, if possible.
Tell me, waitress, where is the place known as Raistlin's room? he asks as his wine arrives.
She points to a door.
There sir she says