Mizakohei the Wizard of Lightning

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Chapter 1

Now eager with purpose and intrigue, Mizakohei has found a definative path. Mizo has
studied the Scions to what he believes is a great extent. He is aware of their mysterty
still, and knows there is also much undiscovered. Desirous to learn of their power,
and power even beyond the realm which he lives, this will prove to be his motivation
and dedication. Qualities he has already shown to himself, his guild, and those around
him. Is it enough however, to both his new God, and the Scions?

Mizakohei will use the teachings from the Temple in which he was banished, and begin
his worship to the Lord of the Dead, the Dark Beroxxus. Mizakohei is not unfamiliar
with the divine pressence, and can only hope for the wicked blessings and teachings of
the Dark God. In much doubt to himself, Mizakohei wonders why the Dark God would even
bother with him. Perhaps it is a mere destiny that Mizo is granted blessing by the Dark
God? NO! Mizakohei cannot let these thoughts bewilder him. The sheer thought of
inconfidence and incompetancy would absolutely ward away the sagacious Dark God.

Mizakohei began a long, and perhaps deathful trip to the frigid Granite Mountain, a
mountain next the Jaded Mountains. Thought to be the tallest, and coldest of mountains
standing. Mizo is not much for long hikes or journies. Mizo does not know much about
the outdoors, nor much about survival in the wilds. Mizo took quick, thorough lessons
from an adept survivalist and hunter named Paranipis, or rather, Iss. Mizakohei has
found strange, though much needed alliances under awkward circumstances. After getting
help packing the nessecities to stay warm, and well fed, Mizo built up stoutheartedness
to begin his journey of faith.

Nearly three weeks later, Mizakohei stood bundled in at least four layers of heavy
clothing, and with only a small sliver in his face mask to see out of, he stood atop the
Granite Mountain. Mizakohei considered the reputation of this mountain top well-earned.
Mizo felt as though his eyes could see further than anyone else's had before. For a
moment in the plain agony of the mountain, Mizo found enjoyment in the howling winds
and clouds. He could even focus on the warmth of the sun for brief periods of time,
which seemed very unusual. Calling forth on his magics to create a fire, as he has been
doing the entire trip, Mizakohei settled down at this high point of the mountain. Mizo
gave a great sigh of relief just before he began his meditation and ritual of Honglath,
or the ritual of Clear Thinking.

Mizakohei came out of his trance a week after he began. He felt anew, invigorated with
great self-realization. He gave a mighty and stormful laugh, and called upon the Plane
of Earth to rain down rock and snow alike, in a great avalanche. Tracing his hands
through the air with precise movements, and in unfaultering acuteness, he summoned
the great howling winds of the mountain to carry him down to the bottom of the great
Granite Mountain. Mizo could not contain himself from giving a wicked laugh of delight.
Mizakohei pressed on in his jounrey with coolness and decisiveness.

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Chapter 2

The night has been very long and studious for Mizakohei. He put the finishing touches
on a one of his scrolls, cast the last of his spells for the evening, and cleaned
his study area within Hamsah Mu'Tazz Invoker guildhall. Mizo settled down to a make-
shift bed of his, and closed his eyes. Mizo had gone to sleep that night with many
good thoughts on his mind. His studies were well beyond even his expectations, he
had made more alliances during the previous week, and his coin bag was full. He had
nothing to complain about. A harmonious melody even filled his head and ears as he
drifted away into his own void.

Thoughts swirled through Mizakohei's head. Mizakohei seemed lost in a trance, within
a pitch-black realm where the single temple stood erect in the sickly light. Mizo felt
as though he was swimming in a pool of blood. He swam to the temple, and it took great
effort to do so. At one time, it was almost as if the large silver doors beckoned him,
but also pushed him away. He grasped with all his might, and began to open the doors.
In the small temple, before a black altar, the dark figure stood again. And with a
blinding flash of light, come forth from behind the figure, Mizakohei felt a beckoning.

Mizakohei suffered several wounds, some deep, others not so deep. As he slowly
regained consciousness, he began to puke. Not surprised by the cuts and bruises he
had, he still wondered where they came from. Mizo looked around, and he continued to
feel the beckoning, though even stronger where he was standing. In a dreary cave that
looked like it just went straight down, Mizo was curious as to where he was. Allowing
his every senses to work together, to inspect the place further. He slightly parted
his mouth of jagged teeth, to almost take in scents as tastes. He looked deep within
the cave, standing just at the entrance, he could almost make a figure out, he thought.

Mizakohei jumped straight back, in amazement! There was a large creature standing right
before him. How could he have missed it!? The creature was a perfect depiction of
the demons he saw in many of his visions of war. He glared around him, wondering if
this place was safe. At the same time though, he felt unusually relaxed. He stared
straight into the demons placid, yet trecherous eyes. Then he began to feel the
beckoning deep within his every bone, and in his heart. A feeling that he never had
before. Mizo did not know how all this fit into his role in the big scheme of things.
What he did know, is that this cave would be his new refuge, and that was something
which was undeniable.

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Chapter 3

Smash! A mighty iron hammer landed straight down on the creatures head, stunning
it temporarily. The large black, acrid smelling creature shook the blow off quickly
and tore into the massive barbarian with its talons. Blood erupted from the belly
of the warrior, and he doubled over to the ground. The demon seized upon the
barbarian once more, slicing at its neck. The barbarian fell limp, dead. The demon
continued along with hundreds of other demons, fighting what looked like human
barbarians. Each of the barbarians were huge, much larger than Mizakohei. These
demons appeared to be winning in the battle, as they leaped, clawed, and gouged at
the humans. Victory on the battlefield soon belonged to the demon creatures, and
they howled in a great fury.

Coming from the sky, surrounded by a large black halo, a terrible looking being
stepped forth before the demon creatures. With a wave of his hand, the demons
discontinued their roar, and their silence brought forth the sound of agony and
pain from the fallen warriors. The dark figure grinned evily, as though he were
pleased with the smell of Death in the air. He began to speak, but Mizo could
not understand a single word. He could not even hear the voice..Everything went
silent for a moment. Then in a flash of brilliant white light, which seemed
almost blinding to Mizo, the vision was gone as quickly as it came.

Blinking his eyes momentarily, Mizakohei slowly stood to his feet, trying to collect
his thoughts. He wondered for a moment where he was, or where he had been. As
soon as the flash of light left his eyes, Mizo stood before amass of dead. What had
he done? The many bodies of young faerie scouts, and hunters were before him.
Looking down at his blood-stained hammer, Mizo began to grin. His grin quickly
turned into an outburst of laughing. Was he pleased? Or was the laughter coming
forth from anxiety, or perhaps even fear? No, it was definately not fear, Mizo
agreed to himself.

It was a revelation, a path that Mizakohei must follow. The path is still very
unclear to Mizo. He has learned much of himself in this past vision. He knew
the chaos in which death brought was satisfactory to his heart. It is in this
very chaos that Mizo feels so comfortable with, a feeling of power. Yes, he
knows he will indeed harness great power someday. Mizo is only left with wonder
as he tries vainly to discern who the dark figure was.

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Chapter 4

Mizakohei was born of the Rei'Seiichi house near an elaborate temple named
Velkyn-Yath del'Elghinn, which literally means "The Unseen Temple of Death".
The Temple is in the underdark near the entrance to the dungeons, known as Velkyn
Oloth, which is used to imprision the captives of Eryn Galen and the surrounding
woodland. The Temple is thought of as a direct link to the Spider Goddess, Lloth.
The Dark-Elves would pray for her powers to heal the wounded assassins and
combatants from Velkyn Oloth. Though the Spider Goddess, thought to be long perished,
does indeed grant them the healing capabilities in which they desire, or so they
believe. They recieved little more than that, which is why they run the outpost
(temple) in which they live.

It was in the temple that Mizo began his studies as a Priest. Mizo has always
been very collective in his thoughts, and in the words he chooses. His words
are his play, they are our only means of distinctive communication. Words can
deceive, employ, damage and torture, amoungst so many other things. And this
is exactly how Mizo utilized his wisdom and intelligence. Mizo was always ahead
of the other apprentices of the Temple, for that is what he strived for, perfection.
But this well-known fact held little ground when Mizo was banished from the Temple.
Mizo does not hold the Rei'Seiichi house or the Temple in any contempt, he understands
perfectly well why he was dismissed of his duties there. His status could prove
dangerous, especially as he grew in strength and age.

Mizo suffers from an illness which causes him to seizure and/or have paranormal
blackouts. He often explains these blackouts as visions, or dreams. He would
visualize scenes of war - war between great wizards, gigantic creatures, barbarians,
even dragons. The dreams are always dark, dreary as he illustrates. He depicts the
images as another realm, one far from the reality he believes he lives. In any
case, it is during these blackouts that Mizo seems to gain an almost unchallengable
strength, which is why he could prove fatal to his allies. He has learned to dismiss
many of the would-be seizures, but they do become overwhelming at times. On occasion
he will embrace these dreams.

Since he was banished to the surface, Mizakohei has learned that there are several
Dark-Elves living on the surface. This makes it much easier for Mizo to take up
a study which would give him power, something he is bewildered by. What would he
do if he becomes the best? What if he gains too much power, or is there even such
a thing? Does he even possess the mental and physical strength to harness such
a power, a power that is perceived in his recuring dreams. So he practices daily,
learning valuable virtues of patience, and fortitude, strength and knowledge.

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