The Empyreon Age

by Guran

The Rise of Azedor

Filled with grief the superior high mage Azedor watched upon the wastes scrambled all over his beloved land. It was centuries ago that he last walked over the plains, swam through the rivers and climbed upon the mountains. His youth left with the coming of fear it seemed. He took responsibilities he should not have taken. Leaving him with guilt no man should bear.

He was old and contained knowledge beyond anyones comprehension. It was said he gained his knowledge from nameless things older then the world, living deep under the Orkfian surface. But however he got his power and wisdom, it is a fact that he once was a normal elvenboy and grew out to be more powerfull then anyone in living memory.

Most of his days were spent in the woods, where he talked with trees and read books left behind by the One race. It was not until the moment he had no other option that he confronted his former student and killed the elf feared by many. After that he was bestowed with more respect then he wanted. And was offered a position next to the king. But he refused, because it was at that moment that he realised what the wars had cost his beloved world. The trees were not mistaken, the deeds were horrible.

Instead of climbing to power he began a search for solution. In his mind power could only breed suffering. And suffering should be brought to an end. So he left his people to search for a hidden library, it was the biggest quest of his life, his succes would seal the fate of Orkfia.

Written for Orkfia Classic.

Last updated: February 2012