Post by Ecko Creasent on Jan 7, 2007 13:03:25 GMT -5
Conall of Conchar was born on 991 A.D. to the couple of Coenwalh and Achae of Conchar. During the time of his birth, Coenwalh was the villages chief warrior and protector. The arranged marriage of Coenwahl and Achae was expected to happen. Everything had been exactly in order.
Except for one thing. Achae was a witch of the Nordea Cult, which met every full moon on the Liendre Hills, just south of the village of Conchar. The cult had practiced dark magic, and tried to create a resurrection of their last great chief, Ichad. During one of their rituals, a fire was set ablaze, and half of the clan had drowned in the river nearby, trying to escape the dark spirits that set things ablaze. Achae had survived.
At the age of 2 years, Conall had begin to be very different from the other children. He did not cry, he did not sleep. Coenwalh had stayed up with him on a night to find his son just looking out of the wooden cradle. Achae had noticed though, and had been pleased with having a wizard in the family. She would get to pass her knowledge down to her son.
On Conall's sixth birthday, Acrae took him to visit the Liendre Hills, wanting to know how powerful her son was. She gave him a wooden stick, and told him to say a word out loud for her to here. She'd told him that if he did such a thing, she would give him a treat from the traders when they would arrive.
He did it. And the entire hill had been turned dead. The grass, trees, animals. She told him how to redo it, and everything came back to life. She had now known how powerful her son was.
Over the next ten years, Acrae educated her son with spells, potions, curses. All kinds of dark magic. When someone was turned on his bad side, he would kill him in the night. People would grow more suspicious with him every time it happened.
At sixteen, Conall's father was sent off to the Battle of Carham, where it eventually took his death. Conall had been given the title of protector of their village. He despised it though. He would rather have wanted to create potions rather then be killed in an attack.
When a letter had arrived from the traders for Conall, he immediately packed his belongings. He had been invited to a school where people like him could teach those whom could be great. With his title given to his younger brother Dunchum, he traveled to the school.
As he got there, he noticed how different he had been. Most of the educators practiced light magic. Therefore he had been from the first day on as a Evil Spirit to the school. He taught how his mother had taught him when he was young. Mean and harsh.
On the Eve of the first term, Conall had found a cave in the mountains. He knew that he could then practice his magic within the rocks. He named the cave after himself, and hid it from everyone else whom he now had despised.
More to be added as History revises itself.
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Except for one thing. Achae was a witch of the Nordea Cult, which met every full moon on the Liendre Hills, just south of the village of Conchar. The cult had practiced dark magic, and tried to create a resurrection of their last great chief, Ichad. During one of their rituals, a fire was set ablaze, and half of the clan had drowned in the river nearby, trying to escape the dark spirits that set things ablaze. Achae had survived.
At the age of 2 years, Conall had begin to be very different from the other children. He did not cry, he did not sleep. Coenwalh had stayed up with him on a night to find his son just looking out of the wooden cradle. Achae had noticed though, and had been pleased with having a wizard in the family. She would get to pass her knowledge down to her son.
On Conall's sixth birthday, Acrae took him to visit the Liendre Hills, wanting to know how powerful her son was. She gave him a wooden stick, and told him to say a word out loud for her to here. She'd told him that if he did such a thing, she would give him a treat from the traders when they would arrive.
He did it. And the entire hill had been turned dead. The grass, trees, animals. She told him how to redo it, and everything came back to life. She had now known how powerful her son was.
Over the next ten years, Acrae educated her son with spells, potions, curses. All kinds of dark magic. When someone was turned on his bad side, he would kill him in the night. People would grow more suspicious with him every time it happened.
At sixteen, Conall's father was sent off to the Battle of Carham, where it eventually took his death. Conall had been given the title of protector of their village. He despised it though. He would rather have wanted to create potions rather then be killed in an attack.
When a letter had arrived from the traders for Conall, he immediately packed his belongings. He had been invited to a school where people like him could teach those whom could be great. With his title given to his younger brother Dunchum, he traveled to the school.
As he got there, he noticed how different he had been. Most of the educators practiced light magic. Therefore he had been from the first day on as a Evil Spirit to the school. He taught how his mother had taught him when he was young. Mean and harsh.
On the Eve of the first term, Conall had found a cave in the mountains. He knew that he could then practice his magic within the rocks. He named the cave after himself, and hid it from everyone else whom he now had despised.
More to be added as History revises itself.
© Copyright to Blue Crystal Academy. Stealing is not an option.