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[Tay Thormear]

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The bitter chill nips away at me, like chisel on stone. I can hear the whistling wind knocking at the door, the iron slammers echoing through the hall ways. I fear I'll never adjust to the weather on the outskirts of Umbra. The cold aura floods from the city itself. So dark. So bitter.

Dear Journal, you may have wondered where I've been. My quill was not lost, nor have I forgotten you. I've rarely found myself sitting down in these past few months. Where to begin?

I find myself sitting here, in the bitter chill of Umbra. My home on the outskirts, located on the South side of the road. My family makes residence here, my two sons and my two daughters, along with my wife.

Things had been hectic since I took my leave from the Dark Order. Vaen and I created a somewhat large military and foundation to protect the North lands. It had come clear that neither of us had the patience we once did, nor the desire for politics or paper work. We demolished the Northern Republic and took ourselves, with our military and our land, to wear the Moonglow banner.

It seems that life had taken me in one large circle. I left Moonglow in pursuit of more power. I had once again taken up the practice of Necromancy and it had flooded my body. Causing me to believe that the Armunn Empire would bring me the power I thirsted. I was wrong. Now after months I find myself wearing my old blue uniform, protecting Moonglow once again.

The Town Council had been given a major boost of man power, veteran warriors and a handful of past leaders. With Mave Gerhart, Vaen Swiftar, Spawn Skyfire, and the rest of the Republic, Moonglow would change forever. It had the foundation for leadership that it had always desired. It had the veteran warriors and the veteran mages it needed to train its ranks. Moonglow would be stronger than ever, and I could comfortably sit down this time around.

With the massive rip in demensions located in the heart of Moonglow, the majority of the Town Council found itself fighting in Hell. I however, took a step aside. I was more than confident that the young soldiers could defend Moonglow without my help. I had my own business to persue.

It was clear to me that I was a wizard, to the core. I had practiced nearly ever type of magic. I had practiced nearly every type of combat skill. I realized that I was, I am, a well rounded veteran. It was then I decided to focus all my time and energy into becoming purely a wizard. Nothing but magic would flow through my veins, wisdom, power to protect, and a gift that many other could not control.

It had started with the Necromancy. It hadn't taken me long to master the dark arts, due to the fact I use to teach it under the Dark Order. The only part that took long to master was the voice burning in the back of my head. With the practice of any dark magic comes the lust of power and greed. I had to train myself day in and day out to finally not give in.

After the necromancy had been properly controlled, I moved on. My next obstacle was to find a way to use a weapon, without using my actual physical strength. My bones ache from age, sixty-one years of constant battle will do that to a man. My body takes much longer to heal than it once did. I had no desire to run in and exchange blows, I merely wanted a means of protection if they got past my spells. So I got to work, it took me nearly a month and a half, but I discovered something. If I mustered my cores magically abilities, I could summon a weapon to my hand. Whenever I would use this weapon, it would take away a chunk of my magics capability's. I would not be able to focus and cast the more difficult spells, but I could however, use a weapon. One that would manifest itself into my hands, out of magic. Once it left my hands, it was useless and my ability to cast more difficult spells became easier once again.

I had one more quest in mind before I could settle myself. I had the pure magic that each and every wizard learned. I had the dark magic at my finger tips. I had the power to manifest a weapon out of my magic. Now, I wanted the magic of nature and light to work at my will. Spellweaving.

It took much longer than I expected to gather the tools necessary to begin learning. The elves had been put off by my abilities to use the dark arts. It had taken many promises and persuasion to convince them I wouldn't use their ancient skill for evil. The rest sort of fell into ease, gathering the resources the elves requested hadn't been a problem. They explained to me the foundamentals of the magic and how to practice it properly. The elves had explained how and where to get the rest of the scrolls for the book. Apparently they're too cheap to fill the book themselves!

I hadn't a problem with most of the scrolls, the hardest was working with the fey. They could sense the somewhat dark aura luminated off of me, due to the practice of necromancy. The fey people wasted no time in attacking, every single time. I had taken me quite a long while, a lot of pleading and running, and alot of bruises to gather the last scroll.

Now after months of complete training I have developed the ability to spellweave. I have focused all my energy into becoming purely magic. I was finally complete, content.

[Tay Thormear]

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Dear Journal,

Have I mentioned how much I dislike the dark and chilly aura that covers Umbra? If it wasn't for my entire family wanting to live here, I'd have a brighter place to reside. Not all of my family desires to live here, two of sons could care less I think. I haven't written much about the Thormears in quite sometime. I hadn't anything worth writting about. Now however, I can gladly say I do.

My adopted son Tay lives just up the road and around the corner. From what I gather he lives with Ceinwyns daughter, Hayden. We rarely see the young man now and I assume Umbra doesn't either. It's a shame, he has all the gifts to lead their military, but chooses to lay low for the time being. He has the blood of an M'real, but the skills of a Thormear. Hopefully one day he'll buckle down and take the reigns, either for myself or for the Umbra military. They would do well to have him out and about.

Atira, my oldest daughter, seems more grown up each and every day. She had been bitter to me since she was raised. There was no problem sucking up to daddy, but I knew she hated the fact I served Moonglow. She went to Samon, who she called Uncle, for advice. My dear friend always tried to explain virtues to her, but it was like teaching magic to a deer, hopeless. She's beautiful, like her mother, stubborn too. Luckily for the Matriarchs, none of the Umbrian boys came knocking on my door for her. They'd be dead. I fear however, like every other young woman, she sneaks around after hours. Over the last year or so her and I have grown some what closer. She's still a tad bitter. Atira has problems understanding what motivates me and allows me to change my mind. It's hard explaining that when you're this old, you want to get as much done before you croak as possible.

My twin sons, Khalis and Kohen. Both brighter than the sun itself. Khalis had a gift since he was knee high and could learn things so quickly, it would spin your head. Kohen followed his brother around most of the time, learning what he could and practicing sword play as well. The two have been close since they were born. I half expected the three of us to be closer. Khalis spent tons of time in the Moonglow Lyceum, that's where our bond grew tighter. Kohen however, has an attitude. I'm fairly certain he hates his family and hates his life. But he just has to live with that. He somewhat reminds me of Samon.

My youngest daughter Braelyn, my favorite child by far. She's young and beautiful and full of potential with magic. Clearly more of my offspring than Audrinas. The child is bi-polar and unpredicatable to no extent. So full of life and eager to learn. The best part, unlike the rest of my children, she loves me to death. I think her and I bond easier than the rest of the family, because we share so many of the same traits and skill. The time I spend with young Braelyn puts all of my years of stress to rest.

Audrina and I have had the most paculiar marriage ever. She cursed me into falling in love with her. I in return tricked her into eternal marriage with me. She gave birth to four of my children and I took the fathership roll over Tay. Since the beginning of our marriage I feared that Aud would knife me while I slept. But there would be nights I could feel her body against mine, looking for warmth. Her facial expression would never admit it, nor would she, but I could tell deep down that sooner or later she'd love me. And she did. Over the past month or so her and I have grown closer than ever. The two of us can talk, can somewhat laugh, and can love. It's the closest to true love that either of us have had since our last loves.

The Thormears have come closer together than ever. All of our children, minus Tay, live at home. Auddy and I get along and the kids arn't afraid of the crossfire between their parents. They're all growing up and beginning to venture in their own paths. For now however, I'm content with having my family near me, at home.

Things can't get too much better than what they are.