One fine day in the town of Vale there was a man that went by the name of
Adin. Adin was known for being a theif so the people of Vale became
acustom to this, so they -when somthing went missing- would immediatly
search for Adin and ask him for their missing items, so the citesense on
Vale would simply go to the town guards and report the missing item then go
along with their buisness. Adin lived alone in his shop where he would
price the items he said he "found" then sell them. No one acually hated
him, although there were times when there would be dissagrements, but that
rarely ever happened. Adin's parents died when he was a few months old, so
he doesnt know anything about his family. No one els seems to know either.
He doesnt travel much, although there is the odd time where he wanders off
then becomes lost then finds his way back. But one day a stranger came to
the town of Vale, a stranger that would help Adin with his past.
It all happend one night when a black robed mage came to the Vale Tavern,
soaked. His wizzard had hung down from the weight of the water that soaked
through the black materials. His skin was tinted yellow, his eyes were all
black. He didnt have the slightest build. (although most mages don't) The
mage sat there, in the tavern, staring into space. It looked as if he was
in a trance or deep consentration. Adin, being the curious type, decided
to aproach the man. "sir? are you awake?" Adin said waving his hands in
front of the mages face. The mage still sat there, there was no reply.
"mabey hes dead?" Adin said turning around to the others who were just as
intrested in the mage as adin was. "Mabey not.." Said a voice from behind
Adin turned around quickly to see the black robed mage stand up. The mage
was about seven feet tall. "What might your name be sir?" Adin asked.
"Well... My name is Calestien.." Said the mage. "Calestien..." Adin
repeated slowly thinking if he knew the name from somewhere. "Well my name
is Adin." He said extending his hand. "Nice to meet ye Adin" Calestien
replyed shaking adins hand. "I come from The Lost City... South of the
plains of dust." Calestien said putting his hand in one of the many pouches
he had hanging from his rope belt that held his robe in place. "I have
something for you adin.." He said pulling a bottle. Calestien handed the
bottle to adin. Adin took the bottle and looked at it. "what is it?" Adin
said with curiosity. "Liquid gold" He replyed tieing his pouch back
together. "whats it do?" Adin asked shaking the bottle and watching the
glowing orange liquid splash around inside. "That is what i am trying to
figure out" Calestien replyed looking at adin still. "it seems to be a
extremly magical item" Calestien said "but i don't know how to make it..
"Hmm.. mabey if i open it.. somthing will happen." Adin said pulling out
the cork. Before calestien could say anything it was off and a glowing mist
was comming out from the opening of the bottle. Adin sniffed it. "it...
smells like ale!" Adin proclaimed raising the bottle to his lips and
tasting it. Suddenly his eyes rolled up and he fell over and began to
shake. The bottle fell over too but the contense was not spilled. Adin
stoped shaking and got up. His muscles started to bulge from his arms
knowledge poured into his thoughts. "adin..." Calestien said "what are you
feeling?" "i..i...i dont know..." Adin stammered trying to remain standing.
Adin started walking towards the door of the tavern, he was walking on
air. his feet were not touching the ground. "Stop him!" Calestien yelled.
Some of the town people tryed to but they were shot away by some magical
feild protecting Adin. Suddenly Adin vanished. Calestien picked up the open
bottle and put the cork back in. "I shall return tomorrow. If you see adin,
run." Calestien said walking out of the tavern door.