MAGIC & INNATE ABILITIES
History Part I
The following is taken from the fist stage of his renewal
One day they'd made the mistake of locking him in a room when they stayed at a tavern and had no where else to keep the combatants. He'd freed his hands and willingly burnt down the whole tavern with himself with them, killing the combatants, the slavers and he thought himself. He'd been willing to die that day. Yet he had survived. Who saved his life and cast the spell that had dominated his life upon him he did not know but he had survived.... Since then Lashune traveled across the various realms, working sometimes as a thief and others as a storyteller. Above all else though he considered himself an adventurer who valued freedom above all other things. His life was worthless in his eyes except to experience as much as he could before death. Over time he encountered various individuals from Devyn Sheiro to the naga Shula. However, it was the spirit Iraclia that became his very first friend. At some point he stumbled across a fight between the Lady Sheiro, the assassin Decimus and another. Though he was neutral in the conflict that raged in Coldera, he couldn't sit back and watch Decimus' attempts to destroy the very core of Devyn's warrior spirit. Having faced her in combat once before, the idea of her becoming marred by the experienced moved him to valiantly sacrifice his life for what he'd come to think of as a friend. Aiding in her escape, he was felled by the warriors and yet another who arrived later. As he lay at the mercy of his enemies he was surprisingly granted a stay of execution by the assassin. Despite this mercy that was bestowed upon him, his very mystical and mental health was ruined. The spell that had saved his life all those years ago had been bounded to his flesh with the sole intent of keeping him alive rather than healing him. Coming so close to death again reactivated the partially dormant spell, sending his fractured mind into an even more shattered state. Though his flesh was always charred, it had begun to rot as well, which would have been a death sentence to him. Though he sought out the aid of the Lady Sheiro, he could not find her within the Dark Kingdom of Renescullia, he could not find her. Finally he had ventured to the wastelands of the Ruined Continent, not by some clear logical choice but by pure instinct. Like a wounded animal, he sought out a place for him to die. Death came to him on the back of a winged dragon in the form of Dragonrider Krias. Ruined as he was, he was moving purely on instinct and when stopped by the Dragonrider he lashed out at her with raw brute force guided by muscle memory alone. Though the battle lasted long, in this state he was no match for the fierce woman. Lungs, heart and chest were opened to the world by the warriors fierce blows, ending the combat and allowing for Krias to take his precious Fangs. Weapons that he had created himself through hard labor and metal working. Caught between life and death, his desire to see what little loved ones once more turned out to be his greatest strength. The mystic forces chained to his flesh reactivated fully as his desire for life awakened, merging the power with his very Will. The life threatening aspects of his wounds slowly repaired themselves but were aided greatly by a kind elven woman who passed by the scene of his demise. She called him back from the edge of death and when he awoke next it was in a tavern. It was as if he were born again, his outlook changed, his mind still deranged but restored to some form of order. He set out to create new and better Fangs and to venture forth on the road of life once more.
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