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[Evoroth]

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Deep within the city of the gargoyles, within the Illshenar facet, lies an altar. Inside is the lifeless comatose body of once one of the greatest Mages to ever walk the facets, but now just a practically dead body, consumed by the power he once possesed, he now lies there in the care and protection of his once good friends, the only people that accepted him in the latter days of the pinnacle of his power.


"I wonder if he'll ever wake up," young Nithirl said to his mentor Garlad.
"One day when his spirit has fully reentered his body he will, even the strong willed eventually have they're spirits broken.
The two gargoyles standing outside this altar, which looked more of a omb, were amongst the highest and most intelleigent of their species in the city. They were the ones that recovered Evoroth's body when he returned from wherever it was he had departed too and then returned under the contol of Lady minax herself. They had constructed the the entombment into the side of the mountainwall to keep the mage well protected so none of his enemies could kill him in his weakened state.

They had found him in the middle of the forest near Trinsic months prior laying practically dead with a severe burn mark around his neck where an amulet once hung, more of a collar to control him, as if he was indeed a pet or toy to the powerful lady of chaos. Now months later his body healed externally but the mind and spirit shattered. Each day the two gargoyles made numerous trips up to the altar to see if there was any sign of the wizards awakening, and each day they were let down, even though the tomb was completely sealed by stone and mortar they were confident when his powers had regained he could create his own exit. And they were correct indeed........

"There is nothing more we can do today Nithirl, we must return to the temple for worship."
"Do you think we should exume his body and once again take him into Heartwood and see if the elves can do anything for him?"
"You remember last time we were there, they are a noble and tranquil culture, they want nothing to do with us, or even one of there own kind who would strive for power greater then what they believe nature gave them."
"The elves are stuck up M'lord, I never liked there kind anyways, well that is until Evoroth was delivered to us."
As the two walked down the long stone stairway back into the city a loud expplosion errupted and the ground began to shake. They both turned and looked back up toward the mountainside. Instantly they both began running up the stairs nearly losing their balance as they tried to climb as the earthquake type vibrations continued. At the top where the altar was once cast into the side of the mountain there was now chunks of solid stone and a crater in the solid rock. And there kneeling down, with his eyes glowing a dark blue and a mist of swirling energy surrounding his fists.
"Lord Evoroth!" Nithirl bowed down so low almot touching his forehead to the ground. "You have returned to us at last."
Evo looked up and glanced at both gargoyles and could only mumble the word "Summer". Then once again like three minutes prior, he fell over and passed out on the ground before them.

Twelve days went by, he was kept in the care of the gargoyles in the city now, guards were doubled around his chambers within the city. Each day he would wake up for sometimes a few minutes but sometimes a couple hours, he didnt say anything to anyone, all questions were ignored as if he couldn't hear others around him. He began writing on parchment, keeping like a diary or daily log, but it was a journal of events he had apparently done prior to his downfall. describing such things as spending time with the one he once loved, Summer Thorne. He had descritions of walks he had with her in the city of Nuj'elm, and sneaking over to see her within the territory of the Ebon Skull. But then like a plague interrupting his thoughts his journal would vere off into some other storyline about fighting Jou'nar atop a large tower within some dark world, he described it as the temple of the shards.

Finally he woke up one day and stood up and seemed very much alive to them. He walked outside and looked up to the clouds. Nithirl and Galad were there everyday, all day waiting for this moment. Evoroth looked down to them and smiled.
"I dont remember your names but I remember your faces, you helped me build my portal a long time ago, before all of this happened, and again you were there when i was laying so helpless in the forest when the orcs that attempted to attack me ripped the amulet from my neck."
"Yes sir, I am Nithirl, and this is Galad. We once were followers to your teachings here in Vas Lor Reg. You educated our people in the arcane arts. We became more of your disciples. Tell us where did you go what did you see." the excited Nithirl just started spewing out information, tripping over his tongue until Galad reached over and slaped him in the back of the head.
"Where I went i want to forget and shall never discuss, where I am going now is to proceed with my life where I was once heading long ago, before I followed in my fathers footsteps. I was once a mighty defender to Lord British, I was once a bodyguard to Lady Molly, I was once in love. Not many get a chance to redeem themselves after the things I've done, but apparently someone or some higher being even greater then I wanted me to return. All i dreamt about for what seems an eternity is the good things Ive done in my lifetime, not the wicked corrupt magicks i was trying to harness and the obsession i had with finding a culture greater then the one I lived amongst. Now I will return, with all of my power, and restore the balance of what is considered good against evil in our realm."

"But what of us Lord Evoroth, you will never be considered a "good" person keeping such friends as the Gargoyles, we helped you, you lived amongst us and taught us so damn much, and what now to abandon us?"
"Not to abandon you my young friend, My chambers are here where they will indeed remain. Now I intend to prove to the inhabitants of the Trammel facet that you are all a good race and unite you with the rest of civilization. By force or by convincing them, this city, this Empire wil be recognized, but first I must find my dear Summer."

With that Evoroth turned, walked back into his small tower and began practicing controling the arcane like he once did, casting spells and whispering incantations. Mastering again what he once was the most powerful at.