The Lost Lands
I am obsessed with reading and knowledge. I got my first book when I was 8 from my uncle Rory. He understood, him being a sage in his own right. It was at this time he took me under his wing and showed me countless wonders within the pages of his library. It was midnight when I found the ancient text under the floor board of my uncles study. The cover was leather and soft from the oils from hands that looks to have handled it over the centuries. As I read the pages I lost myself in the history and thoughts of Lord Vecna’s personal journal. The worlds most powerful mage and, eventual, Lich. I lost my sense of time reading the thoughts of a genius, and evil, mind. The actions and philosophies were repulsive to me but the knowledge and power were like a drug. I started feeling a hunger in my mind and it was feeding off the pages of this vile grimoire. I heard my Uncle’s footsteps before I saw him. The look of anger was instant and intense. With a word his hand shot forth and a large bolt of magical lightning crackled towards me and by reflex I raised the book in defense. The bolt knocked it from my hand but reflected the energy back at my Uncle striking him dead immediately. A picked up the book and to my amazement there were blue runes in the background of all the pages. With book in hand and a back pack of gear I ran. I left Draklafel in search for the translations of the runes of Vecnas grimoire. Sending me into depths of darkness that I abhor but must keep searching to feed a continuing hunger that I can not explain.