Elddriian Grande was someone inspired to try being a wizard dispite being born as a high elf he never really wanted to make a legacy as just any high elf he wanted to try to become a wizard so powerful his only goal on his mind is world domination and to get this right by any means Elddriian Grande has traveled far within the lands azuras to look for a place in the world question is where is he now......?
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Response:
“Where do I come from?” *he echoed softly voice smooth as polished silver*. “From towers older than this miserable settlement could fathom From halls where the arcane is not studied… but woven into the blood itself”
*He removed a glove revealing long fingers marked with glowing runic scars* “I am Elddriian Grande, last son of a dying noble house. My people wasted centuries drowning themselves in philosophy and restraint while lesser races clawed across the world like vermin Kingdoms rise and collapse beneath incompetent rulers priests and warlords” *His lips curled faintly* “I intend to correct that" *The candles in the room flickered violently*
“You ask what I hope to make of myself” He leaned forward slightly, eyes burning now with cold ambition “Not a king Kings are chained to crowns and fragile bloodlines I will become something far greater”* His voice lowered to nearly a whisper* “I will master the old magics buried beneath this world’s bones I will bend empires with a word, silence armies with a gesture, and carve order from chaos itself When the dust settles every throne will kneel willingly… or burn" Elddriian Grande glanced around the decrepit shack with open disdain* “And when my dominion begins places like this will either become monuments to my greatness… or be forgotten beneath the ashes of history" *The old hag laughs in his face clearly not believing his great power* "Ha like that is going to happen" *the old hags face drops serious* "This land will shallow you whole and dont spit out whole" *She snorts* "But who am I kidding get going if this is your true plan you might want to get yourself a headstart"
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