Neonium

The Story of Neonium~[I]

Each time I came in sight of the inmens tower I looked up with amasement. Like an upstanding neadle in the flat plains of northern Tristam it pearced into the clouds. No doors at the groumd level, no entance. Allways occupied, the lights within the tower never faded.....

I quickly turned around and continued my buisiness. Since my 8th birthday the tower was printed in my mind and has stayed there ever since. Never was there a day when I didn't wonder about who or what's inside such a land mark wich makes every keep look like a common pessant's hut.

Rumers tell of powerfull wizzards comming and going on a regular bases, but I never saw one (or didn't recognise these wizards). The Tower is older then any book, books about the begining of time speak in riddles about when and how the tower came to be.

It's history is different for the rest of the world. Never has any king or conquerer tried his luck, the tower has never been attacked or beseiged. Seemingly unaffacted buy time irrosion due to rain and wind have no effect on it. The walls are so smooth that ever dust will just fall of.

Not able to consentrate on anything else I began to study magic day and night. I locked myself from the world for a period of 12 years....... untill the time came that I had no more material to study. The time was there to go to the tower. When I emerged from my chambers my skin had paled and my beard had grown.

I was exhausted, unable to understand the nature of magic itself my mind was uncontrolably and unendingly searching of the anwsers to the many questions that remained. I had learned many things but with everything I learned there where many more questions that requirered awnsers.

So my journey began, my legs where stiff from 12 years of isolation, I must have looked like a beager to anyone who saw me in my 5 days of travel. As I came closer to the tower my strength grew and when the first glimps of it appeared at the horizon it seemed to be calling me. The lost couple of miles I floated in the air due to a force wich was not mine. Then I entered.

The nature of magic is such a complicated thing that the firts 25 years of studdy within the tower seemed invain. When I left the tower 120 years later The world had changed, the country where I grew up was no more. After I walked the earth fore several looking for a good place to stay.

The tower had provided me with inmessuralble magical powers and the wisdom not to use them for just anything. I went from kingdom to kingdom untill I found a place wich was lead by a wise council, their people were among the bravest in this world.

Yet, this seemingly perfect place had to cope with a problem. The Dark Lord of terror had put its wills on this great country. I offered my serveses to the council in there struggle to survive the upcomming struggle.