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Chapter 1

Beginnings 1
Added Tue May 5 22:19:03 2015 at level 33:

As a child I had an accident, one that I fully recovered from but barely
survived. The small village that I grew up in had a large lake near it, and
my father was quite the daredevil refusing to conform to the stereotypes and
fears shared by the rest of our kin. A student of elemental magic himself he
fully planned for me to apprentice under his tutelage. He insisted that I
spend considerable time in the waters as a youth to acclimate myself to
foreign environments. He was adamant that I think for myself and believe in
myself. I do not remember much, other than deciding one day I could swim the
width of the watery grave and a debilitating crap that caused me to sink like
a stone. I woke within our priests chambers still soaked to the bone, my
father looking at me with great concern, and pride.

I found myself endeared to Oglthor, the priest who had saved me. Over the
next many years I would serve as his apprentice. In time I saw a connection
with how water was used to cleanse wounds and my drowning. Without the
cleansing properties of the holy waters used infection could take over and
slowly finish what the injury had begun. I came to understand the waters of
the lake cleansed my soul of all interests in the path of magic my Father had
intended for me. That drowning experience prevented the infection of magic
from taking hold and guiding my life. It would take me years to fully grasp
this, all I knew while at work with Oglthor was my interest in magic had
disappeared entirely.