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[Rufus Oryan]

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Mountains surrounded the large Estate of Rufus Oryan. The home suited him, the excellent decor awaited the company of Scholars and authors. All chairs on the first floor were arranged at tables, much like a class room, or large library. Cool breezes crept in through ajar widows, allowing the bits of dust to be removed from the furniture every so often. And in recent nights, the dust became unsettled, but nay by a wind or gust, just the movement of a small boy who belonged in the house.

Young Ameer could not understand why he had to leave the palace, and he never questioned it. He sorely missed the company of the cooks and servants that walked about; he knew every nook and compartment of the building, and now he would do it again with the Estate. It was quite often, that he would sit and look through his fathers book's, attempting to pronounce the long words, or even gain an understanding of the foreign tongues that laced the pages. But still his mind wandered. He missed the isle with the golden sand, the crashing waves and calm breezes; it all was so familiar to him. But Rufus insisted that they leave it, and have Ameer see new things. Quiet evenings they spent together in the large estate, reading; Ameer listening to the occasional story. During the nights, while he lay in his bed...he would hear his father leave...

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The sand rolled onto the stone pavement of the streets of Nujel'm as an unsettling wind blew through the air. Rufus moved swiftly through the streets, walking with great haste. For, his sleep was disturbed by a dream, a dream of burning embers and flickers of Ethereal essences; energies. Sounds of Caina, the icy chill of the isle, It all attracted him to Nujel'm this night. And in understanding, or lack of it...Rufus obeyed that dream. His steady walking quickened a bit as he saw the bank off in the distance. He took in a deep breath and threw his hood over his head, beginning to run, hoping to reach the bank much faster. As he approached the bank's Iron doors, he pushed them open with great force; praying that what he dreamed of would be held inside. The large doors swung open, disturbing the tellers organizing their papers and such, and Rufus stood in the doorway, quite disappointed. He narrowed his eyes a bit, as his face began to burn slightly. He slid his hand under his hood, brushing the marking under his eye. Rufus slowly turned, and just outside of the bank, in the darkness, a flicker of energy. A figure nearly pieced together...but very real. Rufus's heart began to beat quickly, he slowly stepped forward, pushing his hood back with his shaking hands.

"Lord...Alarin?" The dim figure nodded once, "Listen to my words close, for my time is short. You will go to Umbra. It has come to my attention that the Well of Souls and all its energies has relocated to the new land of Death and decay. You will enter this well, and reach Gundeth. Bring with you all that is needed to reach a new level in Spiritmancy..." Alarin's figure began to flicker, pieces of him slowly tearing away from his form, and evaporating into nothing... "Gundeth, you much reach it..." He then turned, and walked off...fading into nothiness into the night sky. "You must complete this task....My son..."

Rufus stood a moment, lowering his head. For he had not said a word to the being that change his life, all that was left was to complete his journey. " I shall continue Milord..." He waved his hand, and ethereal energy filled the air, a large steed rose from the cloud of flickering lights. As Rufus mounted the horse, he pulled his hood over his head, riding off into the city's outskirts...
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