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[Evoroth]

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Evoroth once again woke up, in a similar matter as the day before when he awoke in his house. He sat up, like before he was clueless how he had arrived where he was.... wherever he was.

He stood up and reached for the top of his head feeling that his hat was still on and looked down to his side to find his magic wand in its Pure form tucked withi his belt. Glancing around all he saw were corpses of what seemed to be blue robed wizards, definately members of the Council of Mages. Looking ahead he noticed certain statues and painting in a main corridor identifying the place as being the Lycaeum whre all the apprentice mages would go and train before they tok the trials before the council in Magincia.

Then once again like the previous day, the brain shattering pains overwhelmed him as he fell face first onto the floor gripping his head. The beautiful woman approached him again and extended her hand and placed it onto his forhead in his "dream" that was occuring. Unlike before he was somehow able to speak this time however.

"What is going on, why am I here."
"Dont you remember my child?" The voice was heard clearly, but still the womans lips ceased to move.
"Remember what, are you controling me or something?"
"Controling you, nonsense, you sought power, and I have granted it unto you, but at the cost of elimating all who stand in my way.... In Mondain's way."
"I dont think I want this anymore, I did better off before, you are going to create a war in fellucca one that I will e blamed for causing."

At that moment his whole body began to shake on the floor as unimaginable agony shot throughout every ligiment and bone within him.

"You will do as I command, or you will indeed die Evoroth. You are the first since Jou'nar to achieve such greatness, now finish your job and finish what he couldn't. Your next task is to eliminate those members who are currently serving or who have served Lord British. All of them, even your former comrades."
"Your insane, I would never bring harm to any of those people, even if it involves me sacrificing myself, I will not move against any of them."

Suddenly from behind the woman appeared a very familiar face. As the apparition of the person drew nearer and more clear he recognized who the man was... his father, Elfrot. Elfrot looked down at him and frowned and then he could hear his voice, just as he remembered as a boy but his lips too didnt seem to move, but the voice penetrated his mind deeper then Minax's.

"My son, you dissapoint me, I too was a noble young warrior of the Stormguard, as you know, but then my eyes opened that the only true power was alongside and serving Mondain. The Lightbringers and servants of British are all mortals and will all die eventually, either by your hands or the next aspiring mage. Just do as she asks and it will all be over and you will return to your life, with or without your new powers, whichever you prefer."

"But father, those people are my friends."

His eyes opened, the dream was over. He once again stood up rubbing his body trying to alleviate the throbbing pain that remained and in his head he could hear the womans voice again.

"Tis not a choice young Evo, you will carry out my demands or you will die and your friends as well."

His body began moving again, his mind had no control over the movements his arms were making. He reached into the pouch that was tied to his belt and pulled out another rune. And like before he whispered aloud "Kal Ort Por" and the rune dropped to the ground and burst into incinerating flames. Evoroth's mind was starting to gain more power and as his hands extended the rune before him he could make out the engravement as being "Legion Island".

Once again his mind blanked out after he disapeared but the thought remained that he hoped he died before he hurt any of his friends.