Nekulor's Training-A Drow Mage's Story Part 1
Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 1:06 am
My first shot at a fiction story...a little background about me. Don't roast me too bad.
"Why mother...why abandon me?"
"You inferior male...I don't want you. I'll strangle you now if you don't get out of my sight. Go! Now!"
And that was the last I saw of her. Year's I wondered menzoberranzan, working street carts and small shops of magical wares in the great bazaar. Sorcere wouldn't take me, as I had no claim to nobility and they saw no notable skill, but my pet was proof of my abilities. In my early youth, I found a dead and decaying bat. Less corrupted by the teachings of my people, I showed the corpse compassion, a weakness I have long shed. This one example, however, exposed my great future. I touched the bat and picked it up, and it returned to life. I learned necromancy was my calling that day, and used money made in the shops to train with a liitle known and mostly forgotten master of sorcere. He was exiled for his ambition, Gromph seeing him as a threat for his ability to organize the other masters.
Ten years I trained under him, learning the base ideas of the complex art. Soon I began practicing on recently dead humanoids; slaves and such. Many failed, but those I raised served loyally, unquestioningly. I begun to lust for the control of the dead. My training was long and hard, filled with pain and suffering on my part, but it made me better and more powerful. I remembered my mother's torments and sought her out, still in the same hovel she had always lived in. I killed her in the night with a ray of dark energy,carving a smoking hole in her body. I took the seal her grandmothgasp became a curse upon my nameer, a priestess of some long fallen house, and smashed it on the floor. That night, I killed the last of that line. A new Nekulor was born, one who would kill for anything. That night I carved the first tatoo of my life into my arm and filled it's runelike spirals and symbols with magical ink, and my mother's spilt blood.
The First Mark... A skull with a skeletal serpent around it...My mark.
-Nekulor-
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"Why mother...why abandon me?"
"You inferior male...I don't want you. I'll strangle you now if you don't get out of my sight. Go! Now!"
And that was the last I saw of her. Year's I wondered menzoberranzan, working street carts and small shops of magical wares in the great bazaar. Sorcere wouldn't take me, as I had no claim to nobility and they saw no notable skill, but my pet was proof of my abilities. In my early youth, I found a dead and decaying bat. Less corrupted by the teachings of my people, I showed the corpse compassion, a weakness I have long shed. This one example, however, exposed my great future. I touched the bat and picked it up, and it returned to life. I learned necromancy was my calling that day, and used money made in the shops to train with a liitle known and mostly forgotten master of sorcere. He was exiled for his ambition, Gromph seeing him as a threat for his ability to organize the other masters.
Ten years I trained under him, learning the base ideas of the complex art. Soon I began practicing on recently dead humanoids; slaves and such. Many failed, but those I raised served loyally, unquestioningly. I begun to lust for the control of the dead. My training was long and hard, filled with pain and suffering on my part, but it made me better and more powerful. I remembered my mother's torments and sought her out, still in the same hovel she had always lived in. I killed her in the night with a ray of dark energy,carving a smoking hole in her body. I took the seal her grandmothgasp became a curse upon my nameer, a priestess of some long fallen house, and smashed it on the floor. That night, I killed the last of that line. A new Nekulor was born, one who would kill for anything. That night I carved the first tatoo of my life into my arm and filled it's runelike spirals and symbols with magical ink, and my mother's spilt blood.
The First Mark... A skull with a skeletal serpent around it...My mark.
-Nekulor-
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