Born the son of a carpenter Falchion only knew labor working his hands to the bone until twelve years old when he was approached by avery old women whom was a messenger from wizards keep. She bears the invitation and seal with out a word the messenger leaves these in his hands and walks away. Falchion took these to his father and explained what had happened he said if you are going on an journey you will need some kind of defense at this he walked into his bedroom and under a plank in the floor he takes a moment to easily pull the long sword with unuaual marking and a mohaghany handle a saphire in the center of the handle is a sign of his own craftsmanship i spent the first five years of your life paying for this so that one day you would have the finest blade for my own peace of mind. he holds it out and nods. Falchion takes this blade in a honorfilled moment a tear wells. Then with a single question which way is wizards keep? three weeks later the single traveler walks slowly paced knowing there is a long journey ahead of him down winding dirt roads threw miles of cropfields and dense forest across the black creek a total of over eight hundred miles to the grand castle and sprawling campus of wizards keep. Once entering the Grand hall the rigister of students approaches him with book and quill. Are you Falchion Blackblade young man? after so long of a journey he could barely utter i'am then under the weight of his sword hanging off the shoulder he leans back and fails. the eyes the legs everything shuts down after three days of rest. A venerable old man walks into the assigned chamber of apprentices young man you are now among the last of appointed students. You see the eldest of us can sense the makings of a good mage from nearly anywhere in the region. If we can get them here and train them to be great and powerful men. You are no exception i found you and could sense the burning in your heart. The power you have yet to tap but i will show you how to tap it how to condition the mind and use your body as a weapon or a healing salve. Tell me young one what shall you do with the great power you will gain from this house? Will you be the famous or the infamous? With the look of a truely captivated boy i will follow your lead make me your right hand. we begin in the morning...
Matthew the Hammer Community Member 
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