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Forcefully torn from his village as a young boy in the wilds of the far reaches of the spine. The young apprentice reflected upon his life while grinding the bones into a fine powder for his master. While his previous life had been one of battle and war, learning the weapons of his people and following his father the chieftan in raids upon the nearby clans; he now followed a calling which was apparently his from birth. Born with bone white hair and bearing eyes that seem to swirl with a maelstorm of electicity marked him as Lich born. According to the ancient prophecies of the north, lichborn were ancient souls of unbound power that were reborn many years after a powerful lich had been destroyed. Apparently the power of the lich could not truly be destoyed and attached itself to a vessal where it's power could once again flourish. Guilt for his villages death once again briefly touched his heart, but as always the cold within crushed it.
As he continued crushing the bones into a fine poweder, his master sat upon an old tombstone where he slowly muttered incantations of power while a green energy slowly poured from his hands upon the corpse laying prone on a slab of stone. Old and wrinkled, without hair and stinking heavily of the grave his master rose and spoke with a piercing, ancient voice to his chosen apprentice, "One day the power within you will rise and when it does I will be there to take it for my own... until that day you shall serve me with your iherent mastery of the bone magics. Now .. rise and bring me that powder".
The apprentice did as he was told, rising and moving as if in a trance to obey his masters call, Thinking to himself...the fool thinks he can control me. Two years under the earth, beneath an ancient crypt lost to the ages had caused changes in the young man. His skin which was once a light tan had taken on the shade of death. His eyes had become even brighter and his voice and become deep like a grinding stone. Although now schooled to the magic in his soul, he never let himself forget the lessons bestowed upon him by his father. The power of driving a weapon through an enemies heart, nor the feelings of absolute mastery when crushing an enemies skull beneath his heel. It was beacause of these teachings he had carefully planned the way to freedom.
Unbeknown to the wizard concentrating on the rotting corpse, the young apprentice had secretly trained his body in order to keep up the martial prowess he once had wielded like a limb. The long robes disguising his well proportioned body dragged slowly across the floor as the apprentice moved purposely towards his master with the flask of bone dust. As his master reached out to take ahold of the flask, the apprentice snakelike whipped his hand around and plunged a dagger deep into the chest of his master. The flask fell to the ground with a crack and poof as the bone powder created a haze of white inside the dimly lit room. Blood trickling out of his chest and down the lichen stones of the crypt, The master wizard looked up into the haze of white and shadows to see his ghostlike apprentice standing over him peering at him with eyes of power. He then spoke in a gasping breath, "How is it possible for you to overcome my magical defenses!!" The apprentice looked down and a wicked smile appeared upon his once expressionless face... he then spoke in a triumphant yet assured voice," I watched you you fool...day in and day out I watched and learned what secrets of power i could. I could feel the power stir in my bones and soul and eventually it answered my call. Your arrogance was your downfall...I knew you had protections of magic and those to ward off steel. However the bone knife now protruding from your dying flesh was not steel nor a direct magic attack. As you have stated before the bone answers my call and it formed to the shape I willed it. With that I delivered upon you your doom and my arise."
The wizard looked up one last time in horror to see the apprentice smiling down upon him ... chanting familiar words of power over his body as green energy flowed down. Seeing the cloud of bone drifting down to envelope his soul he screamed....
As he continued crushing the bones into a fine poweder, his master sat upon an old tombstone where he slowly muttered incantations of power while a green energy slowly poured from his hands upon the corpse laying prone on a slab of stone. Old and wrinkled, without hair and stinking heavily of the grave his master rose and spoke with a piercing, ancient voice to his chosen apprentice, "One day the power within you will rise and when it does I will be there to take it for my own... until that day you shall serve me with your iherent mastery of the bone magics. Now .. rise and bring me that powder".
The apprentice did as he was told, rising and moving as if in a trance to obey his masters call, Thinking to himself...the fool thinks he can control me. Two years under the earth, beneath an ancient crypt lost to the ages had caused changes in the young man. His skin which was once a light tan had taken on the shade of death. His eyes had become even brighter and his voice and become deep like a grinding stone. Although now schooled to the magic in his soul, he never let himself forget the lessons bestowed upon him by his father. The power of driving a weapon through an enemies heart, nor the feelings of absolute mastery when crushing an enemies skull beneath his heel. It was beacause of these teachings he had carefully planned the way to freedom.
Unbeknown to the wizard concentrating on the rotting corpse, the young apprentice had secretly trained his body in order to keep up the martial prowess he once had wielded like a limb. The long robes disguising his well proportioned body dragged slowly across the floor as the apprentice moved purposely towards his master with the flask of bone dust. As his master reached out to take ahold of the flask, the apprentice snakelike whipped his hand around and plunged a dagger deep into the chest of his master. The flask fell to the ground with a crack and poof as the bone powder created a haze of white inside the dimly lit room. Blood trickling out of his chest and down the lichen stones of the crypt, The master wizard looked up into the haze of white and shadows to see his ghostlike apprentice standing over him peering at him with eyes of power. He then spoke in a gasping breath, "How is it possible for you to overcome my magical defenses!!" The apprentice looked down and a wicked smile appeared upon his once expressionless face... he then spoke in a triumphant yet assured voice," I watched you you fool...day in and day out I watched and learned what secrets of power i could. I could feel the power stir in my bones and soul and eventually it answered my call. Your arrogance was your downfall...I knew you had protections of magic and those to ward off steel. However the bone knife now protruding from your dying flesh was not steel nor a direct magic attack. As you have stated before the bone answers my call and it formed to the shape I willed it. With that I delivered upon you your doom and my arise."
The wizard looked up one last time in horror to see the apprentice smiling down upon him ... chanting familiar words of power over his body as green energy flowed down. Seeing the cloud of bone drifting down to envelope his soul he screamed....