Near Death Warmage Legend Found

(Therenborough, Therengia: 5 Akroeg 352)

Everybody hears rumours about the treasures hidden in Ker’Leor, and being the gold seeking hunter that I am, I decided to test my luck up there one day. I knew that it it would be a difficult test, everybody knows about the horror stories concerning Kek’Leor and the savage marauders that dwell there, but I was a seasoned barbarian.

After successfully fighting off a pack of blood wolves, I decided to head up there. The trek through the wilderness was just awful, and it was an long and draining task. I eventually came upon a clearing and took a moment to orient myself.

That was when I found him. He was in terrible shape. I was surprised he was still alive, it was obvious he was was savagely attacked by something. At first I thought the poor soul was dead, but I noticed he was breathing, albeit slowly, and with labor. Noticing his tail, and his serpentine face, I could easily tell he was a S’kra mur. When I checked for bleeding, I found many gushing wounds. I was amazed that he was still alive with such serious wounds.

I used my limited first aid skills to tend him, but I knew that he would not live if I did not get him help soon. I tried to revive him, but he was too unconscious. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at him closer, and he looked strangely familiar. Looking at his clothing, and especially by his guild ring, I could tell he was a warmage. But still no name could come to my mind. I sheathed my broadsword, and I started to drag the unconscious S’kra mur to the exterior of Ker’leor.

He was surprisingly heavy, and I got fatigued fast. As I stopped to regain my strength, I heard him mutter. To my amazement, he slowly came to. His bandages fell off, and I quickly tried to tend him, but he tended himself, with much more dexterity than I could.

Even so, I could tell he was still in a daze, and I backed away. He looked at me with blood dripping from his forehead into his eyes, and whispered, "Thank you…"

And then I realized where I knew him from. That voice…It was the very high ranking Warmage, Cylanth Kal’Aran, the same warmage that helped me when I was a novice.

Looking down at his dishiveled and broken body, it was hard to imagine that he was the same mighty warmage I remembered.

"Cylanth…are you allright?"

He did not respond, only staring blankly into the distance. Then he held his head in his hands for a moment. Knowing that we were in danger, I spoke up.

"Cylanth, we need to get out of here, and get your wounds taken care of."

He did not respond. Not knowing what else to do, I continued to question him.

"Cylanth, how did you get here, and what happened to you?"

The maruaders, although tough, would not pose much threat to an Adept ranked Warmage. I wondered what could’ve done this to him, and more, how long he had been here.

To my knowledge, nobody had seen him or heard from him in months. I even heard rumours that Cylanth had walked the Starry Road. But he remained mute, staring at nothing. I slowly pulled him to his feet, and, not knowing what else to do, I grabbed his hand and led him out of the Ker’Leor woods. For the whole trip, he said nothing.

Finally, we made it to Therenborough, and there, I had Srela heal him. He still did not say anything, nor answered any of my burning questions. So I left him at the hostel, I paid for his rent, and I left. I wish I known what had happened to him. I wonder if anybody does. And more importantly, I hope he recovers from whatever happened to him. I dont think anybody would’ve even survived whatever he went through. I don’t think he even remembers what happened to him. Maybe it was destiny that I found him. Or maybe he called me in some way…

Whatever it was, I can rest now that I know Cylanth, the warmage, is back among us. Welcome back, Cylanth.