Datsue Zetterg the High Wizard of the Arcane

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Chapter 11

The quiet sounds of the forest can barely be heard as you near this waterfall
along the river Nanthor. Birds singing and insects chirping are lost to the
roar of the water as it cascades down the rocks and into the pool below. As
your gaze moves about the clearing you notice a small pool that forms off to
one side. A beautiful human female can be seen as she gently scrubs her hair
with her hands, washing the weeks grime away. The icy cold water doesnt
bother her as the bright sun warms the rocks she sits upon. Her thoughts are
elsewhere as she continues to go about cleaning herself. The faint rustle of
leaves doesnt bother her, nor does she even seem to notice them.

You turn your gaze toward the source of the rustling leaves and realize that
something or someone is standing in the shadows of the tree line just above
the waterfall. As the woman continues to wash a dark face can be briefly
seen through the leaves. Dark eyes gaze upon the form of the woman with a
primal lust. The figure makes another move within the trees and you realize
that it is a male drow. He has a bow slung across his back and a sword is
belted to his hip. His clothing is all shades of mottled browns, greens, and
blacks for blending into the forest. He is obviously a ranger by trade and
his prey now sits upon the rocks, seemingly oblivious to her stalker.

The woman makes a subtle gesture and moves her body so that the drow can more
easily see her features. She ducks a quick glance to see where the figure is
and you now realize she knows exactly what she is doing. The drow has moved
now openly out onto the rock and the woman feigns surprise to see him,
covering herself in an attempt to be modest. The drow is not dissuaded and
quickly swings down near the woman using one of the vines hanging nearby. A
familiar smile passes between the man and woman as you realize this is all a
game to them. The drow takes the woman up into his arms and together they
make their way off into the woods, out of your field of vision. You begin to
wonder what they do. You then shake your head as you realize exactly what
they do!

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Chapter 10

A few months has past since you have noticed the woman at the mountain pool.
Your gaze has wandered farther up the river Nanthor to a place where many
people have come to live in a small tented community. A shrine of some sort
rests off to the northeast, and many different types of people roam within
these plains. You have come to find the Oneheart people and your gaze is
suddenly drawn to a woman who looks much like the one you saw a few months
back. She is still beautiful, and a glow now permeates her presence. She
has grown a bit in the middle section. You realize that she is now with
child and you chuckle at your past thought. Other women within the Oneheart
camp encircle the woman and attempt to hand her baskets of food, and herbs
and other things she will need for what comes. It appears that she politely
thanks them all and gathers what is needed. You notice that she then
approaches an Elderly Oneheart Matron near the entrance to a tent where smoke
rises through the hole at the peak of the tent. The Matron nods at the young
woman as she approaches and opens the flap to the tent welcoming her with an
open invitation. The beautiful young woman disappears within and moments
later a dark figure can be seen near the side of the tent, his ear pressed
against the leather.

Hours go by and nothing really seems to be happening. Suddenly the Matron
flings wide the flap of the tent and calls out in a calm, but hurried tone.
Other elderly Oneheart women quickly make their way to the tent with supplies
in hand. One of the elderly women makes a motion to a large Oneheart man and
points him toward the river. He quickly collects the large pot at his feet
and makes his way to the river, filling it with water. He then places the
pot above a large fire and patiently waits for the water to boil. Once the
water is ready the man uses a large piece of wood and carries the now boiling
water to the tent where the elderly woman went. Soft cries can be heard from
the tent that eventually turns to the screams of a woman in pain. The
screaming continues for hours and eventually subsides. Another screaming has
taken the place of the woman though as the cries of a newborn babe resound
across the plains. The dark figure, seeing that his child was born safely,
ghosts away into the forest.

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Chapter 9

Years have gone by since your gaze last fell upon the plains where the child
was born. You look about for the woman and you find her near the river with
a young male child. The child sits on the ground and watches a tall man as
he makes motions in the air. The child squeals in delight as lights pour
forth from the man's fingertips. He sits in awe as fire dances between the
palms of the man, and you realize he is learning about magic.

A few days later you find the boy sitting again, but now with a different
mystic. This one bows its head and utters prayers and things happen without
the sizzle of magic. You realize that the boy is learning from this mystic
about prayer and the gods.

A few days later the boy is found again, but this time he is with a mystic
that not only uses his hands to perform wonders, but also wields a staff and
fights with quickness that no man can match. The boy delights in the
teaching and looks to his mother for support. She nods her head and smiles
and converses with the mage in front of the boy. They seem to reach an
agreement and the boy is clasped on the shoulder by the mystic. A sense of
power seems to flow as the man touches the boy and they both smile with
enthusiasm, as if a bond has just been formed. The mother, seeing the
passing of the bond smiles, but tears can also be seen through her eyes as
she gazes upon her son.

A year or two has gone by and now you see the young man walking without his
mother. It would seem that her love for him was enough to let him go and
follow his own path.

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Chapter 8

Many years have passed by since the last time you saw the dark figure
anywhere near his son. That does not however mean that the figure has not
eluded your vision. You realize this is definitely the case for the young
man as you notice the dark figure step out from the trees of the dark forest
in front of the boy and he shows no surprise. The young man instead smiles
and nods at his father. The father nods back and motions for the man to
follow him. This time you are fortunate enough to be able to keep up with
the two men as they make their way deeper in the woods.

You notice as the father turns to the son and points toward the mouth of a
cave. You surmise that the father is teaching the man about the bear that
lives within this cave by the motions he is making and the way in which he
moves. Having completed they lesson the men move farther along the forest
path and you seem the stop and look to the ground for tracks. It is obvious
to you that the man is teaching his son the tricks of surviving in the
wilderness even though the boy has not taken up his fathers full path. The
thought begins to go through your mind that perhaps this drow truly has
feelings for the son in front of him. Many men would be upset that a son
would not care to follow his profession, but it would seem to you that this
father has decided to let the son choose his own path. The father truly
understands the nature of freedom, a trait the son has grown to love in
return.

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Chapter 7

Your gaze finally comes to rest upon the young man as he sits within a tent
with two pieces of parchment in front of him. He holds a pen in one hand and
you notice an ink jar sitting near him on the ground. As your gaze falls
upon the man you cant help but read what he is writing. He picks up the
first parchment and begins...

Dearest Mother,

I thank you for all that you have done for me. You carried me for many
months as a babe within you, and gave birth to me in agony. You again
carried me for many years as I ran about the encampment and you were always
there to take me to the healers when I would fall and bump my knee. You had
the foresight to teach me as a young boy to cling to the thoughts of our
ancestors and to love the beauty around me. I thank you so much for the many
lessons I learned, even when I didnt want to. You taught me so much about
Thar-Eris and about the freedom to choose. You even allowed me to follow in
the ways of being a transmuter when the other promising young boys wanted to
be warriors or priests. It is hard to explain sometimes, but I feel it all
around me. The sense of magic is strong as I walk within the woods with
father that I just know Ive made the right choice. I feel so much more
alive when Im administering the tools and incantations that Ive learned.

Thank you for always believing in me and supporting me. Thank you also for
all of the times that you let me go traipsing off into the woods with father.
I know your love for him is not strong, but you had care enough for me to
allow me to learn from him. I thank you, and I think many more people will
thank you as I grow stronger and fight for the mother as she cries out in
pain. I know what I must do, and it is my hope that the Outlanders will
allow me to join them.

With all of my love,
Datsue

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Chapter 6

Upon the second parchment the young man writes...

Father,

It is my hope that you find this note and that it is not used by a squirrel
to make a nest for her babes. Though that would be a great thing, this note
is important. I want you to know that your teaching was invaluable. Your
trust in my decisions was gracious and your love for the lands inspiring.
You are not like many describe our ancestors to be, and I am proud of that
fact.

It is my hope that in your travels you hear of my deeds as I go now from this
encampment to seek the wild places on my own. The mother needs my abilities
and I will give to her what I can. Magic flows freely through me and I feel
it coming to me from her as well. This power is great and can not be taken
for granted. It will be used to help the return of Thar-Eris.

Best Regards,
Datsue

The young man finishes the letters and takes them with him as he picks up his
traveling pack. Staff in hand he makes his way from the tent never to return
to this meager shelter.

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Chapter 5

It has been many years since you saw the young man and you barely recognize
him now. If it werent for his complexion and the way he carries himself you
might not have recognized him. He is much older and carries himself with
much more confidence than he did as a teen. He looks to have the experience
of both defeats and victories against his foes. As you look at the man now
standing off in the distance setting next to a massive wooden spirit and a
diminutive elven healer. His body seems to shimmer as if at any moment he
could disappear and his lips now move with the familiarity of many years of
arcane training. He smiles at both the spirit and the healer as he lets his
mind wander over the past many moon-turns. Your mind seems to meld with the
mans as he thinks back.

His first memory goes back to a time when he aided some mages in the northern
reaches who had been turned upon by a saboteur. It would seem that he
learned things that he would later shun in life but took the time to walk
into another dimension. While in that dimension you notice him take a knee
and raise his eyes to the heavens uttering an almost arcane prayer. You
begin to wonder what he might be praying about. The scene flashes as the man
begins to think upon another time.

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Chapter 4

This memory begins on the murky river to the west of Galadon. Our young mage
takes his time and walks the path coming to the entrance of a once great
tower. As he looks about this tower you notice that his eyes perk up with
the sense of great magics that were once performed here. He makes his way
toward the top of the colossal tower that gets bigger at the top, even though
that seems impossible. He looks about the once great rooms of the tower and
decides to instead go to what was once a training room. The room is perfect
for the boy as he is just beginning to realize his own magical ability. You
notice that this time he takes a knee and utters a prayer, but also begins to
move and sway in an almost dance-like fashion. Having not felt any
significant presence upon him the boy moves out of the tower and his memory
again flashes to another scene.

This time you can barely make out the movements of the boy as only his
footsteps can be noticed. He utters a phrase and lands in a dark swampy
land. As he moves along the path he missteps and ends up in a defunct
basement. He moves about the basement and finds an old Laboratory. Sensing
this place is another of old magics the now man kneels again and utters a
prayer toward the heavens in arcane tongue. He again begins to move and sway
and the formations almost begin to take on those of the words he is saying.
As if his dance is spelling out some great spell not only in word, but also
in action. Again feeling no sense of presence upon him the man frowns
slightly and a quizzical look comes over his features. He moves out of the
laboratory to adventure some more in the dark swamp.

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Chapter 3

Again your vision shifts to yet another picture of the man in a dark
laboratory deep within the heart of a city. Figures darker than the man move
about with grace, but fail to notice his movements as he makes his way into a
great house. At the top of the house the man comes to the lab of a great
Arch-Mage. The man looks about the room and decides not to take a knee for
some reason, even though this is another place of great magics. You clearly
begin to understand that he wishes no part in uttering an arcane prayer in a
city he loathes. Your vision shifts again as his focus shifts to another
memory.

This time you find yourself looking through the eyes of the man as he
contemplates a new spell he was given. He begins to realize that perhaps his
arcane prayers are not going unnoticed and he again takes a knee. His dance
is becoming crisper, but it is not perfected yet, but he gives praise for his
ability anyway. The vision shifts once more.

The man stands now in a great laboratory, far beneath the surface of the
world. You notice the instruments of torture upon the walls and the many
notebooks and journals that were left about. You see stone golems that move
about with unthinking rigidity. Gargoyles stand before doors and bar
entrance to the deeper portions of the lab. The man walks with a purpose and
learns all that he can as he moves. He follows the steps of a mighty dance
and is rewarded for the diligence. Again he takes a knee and utters an
arcane prayer, performing a dance of his own that goes unnoticed. The man
seems puzzled. You get the sense that the man seems to not be noticed even
though he continues to try harder and harder to be noticed.

Your vision of the memories fade and the man is once again sitting among the
branches of a large tree. Although his memories carried a sense of sorrow
the man does not seem upset, but determined. He writes in a journal and
makes pictures of steps that he will follow when next he performs his dance.
This time, maybe, just maybe he will be noticed by The Lord of the Great
Ghost Dance.

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Chapter 2

Sometimes it seems like only yesterday that you laid your eyes upon this man
who was once a small boy with a joyous bounce. He would dance and play
along with the other children in the one-heart camp and would sit and listen
to them speak of Thar-Eris. There are times even now that you notice that
joyous smile reach the lips of the man who sits now beneath a tree running
his hand through the grass. A smirk covering his face as he offers a set of
bone dice to a completely naked wild elf standing next to a living wooden
totem with a spiritual spark. It is amazing to think that in sixty years or
so this man doesnt look all that much older. You begin to realize it must
have something to do with the complex spells of metabolism altering he casts
upon himself often. As the man sits here you notice he tilts his head back
against one of the large branches of the tree and his mind drifts into
dreams.

Your connection over the years allows you to see what it is the man sees as
he thinks upon the past. As your eyes focus on his dream you notice a small
drow female standing next to the young man. An aura of flames dances upon
her skin and her hands shimmer as the heat they are generating mixes with the
cold air. You notice that she seems to be asking the man for help and he
smiles in acknowledgement. The drow points off to the north and the man nods
and utters a few words turning himself completely invisible to your eyesight.
Out of nowhere a few more words are uttered and your mind reels as you are
teleported to another place. As the man looks about to get his bearings you
notice some very regally dressed elves with mithril longswords guarding a
palace gate. The man smiles knowingly and makes his way north through
mountainous terrains. He heads east to the black gates of a dark city and
quickly makes his way unseen through it. As he steps out of the east gate
you notice his step becomes lighter as the winds carry him through the
village of his birth. He stops to smell the air and touch the ground. A
smile spreads across his face from ear to ear.

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Chapter 1

He doesnt stop long though and makes his way north into another mountain
range. He continues through the mountain range coming to an old ancient road
in the farthest northern reaches in the explored lands. He makes his way
west and finds a hidden entrance to a valley made up of a pine forest. As he
approaches the valley the drow female steps from the trees and follows the
man. They form a group and she casts spells of protection upon his person.
He prepares himself with spells and grips his staff tightly as he prepares
for a fight. They make their way down a faint path, battling large wolves
with metabolic and elemental spells. The man stops to point out signs and
other landmarks along the trail and leads the female drow to a cabin in the
woods. He points to the north of the cabin and leads her along a trail to a
quaint little village. Large men adorned with hunting gear move about and a
small shop with a mage for a shopkeeper opens his door for the small group.
The female looks about and smiles as she sees what she wants. She thanks the
man profusely and nods as he says something to her about telling his Lord
about the knowledge she was taught.

As the mans eyes open from his short nap you find yourself again looking in
on him as he sits with the naked elf and the wooden totem. Having again
glimpsed a part of this mages life you sever the connection without him
knowing it and remind yourself that you need to look in on him again sometime
in the future.

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