Role

Chapter 3

Arathian wandered for a long time, only taking breaks in his mind to read and
study his only book. It was hard to distract himself from the idea that his
whole life had been turned upside down, leaving him only with the distant
memories of his happy life before. He was unsure what drove him and he moved
city to city, but he knew he partially was always on the lookout for the
necromancer that stole his parents bodies. It made him sick that their
peaceful graves had been desecrated, their bodies used as flesh puppets for
some dark sorcerer. His travels took him all over Thera, but never did he find
a trace of them. He continued looking, searching, and learning however, and
the spark of magic eventually took hold in him in a matter of months. Perhaps
it was always there, or perhaps tragedy had awoken it, but he had begun to
perform some small matter of spellcraft from his book alone. The spark that
had taken hold was enough to earn him admittance as a novice in the guild of
Transmuters. He resided in the cities after that, leaving still to search for
his parents, not sure what he was looking for. He never went back home to his
farm again.