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A Past existence as a human Many hundreds of years ago, a woman gave birth to a child ... a son and called him Murtoc. He grew and matured quickly and through school, became fluent in many languages. At a young age, he began training in the ways of the warrior. He showed great ability in his training, so great in fact, that he became the best student in his group. His teacher began sparring Murtoc against bigger and stronger opponents, Murtoc coming out on top every time.

One day, the young Murtoc went fishing at a local pond. After several hours, having caught nothing, he started to gather his things when, all of a sudden, there was a bright flash of light, and there stood an old, wisened mage before him.

"Who are you?" asked Murtoc.

"I am Morloch, the Master Magus. Murtoc, I have delved deep into your future. You are destined to become a great Magus. This ability, together with your skills in armed combat, will enable you to reach new heights and goals."

"Magus? Spells? But, I have no desire whatsoever to study magic. I have managed quite well without those skills."
Overlooking Murtoc's hometown
"Well, ok then ... But, if you change your mind, I dwell in a cave on the side of that mountain over yonder. There, you will find me ..."

With that, the old man disappeared as quickly and impressively as he came. With time, Murtoc forgot all about the old man and what he was told. Soon, he became a member of a highly regarded group of mercenaries, the best in the land. His "audition" involved some armed combat, unprotected, with one of their best mercenaries. If Murtoc lasted long enough, he would be permitted membership. He passed the test with flying colors, he seemed to be coping quite well.

Morloch, The Master Magus Time passed quickly, days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, and years into decades. Murtoc, by now, had earned a reputation as a great warrior, and mercenary. He was a good natured man, and always lent a helping hand wherever it was needed. Word spread of his noble deeds, and he became somewhat of a hero among all people, far and wide.

One stormy night, a rogue assassin snuck into the city and brutally murdered one of Murtoc's closest and dearest friends, with a single brutal dagger blow in the back. Somehow, all evidence pointed to Murtoc being the one who committed this vile crime. Running from the law, he left the city by night, and all of a sudden, he had recollection of something he was told as a child, something about being a great Magus.

He turned and headed towards the mountain just outside the city. From the foothills, he could see an eerie orange light, like that of a flaming torch, luminating one of the caves. He began to climb the mountain. After sometime, he reached the cave, and proceeded with caution, drawing his sword, just in case.

Briargh's new castle home Torches adorned the tunnel at regular intervals, giving a strange and flickering light to the tunnel. Deep inside the cave, it opened up into a large room. Shelf upon shelf adorned the walls, each shelf loaded with thick, old books, many being labelled with mystic runes. All those torches gave the room a comforting warmth. In the center of the room, a chair, almost as big as a throne, completely hand carved of the finest wood. Upon this "throne" sat a robed old man, with a beard that reached his knees.

"I've been waiting a long time for you, Murtoc"

"How did you know my name? I have a feeling we have met before, but can't remember you."

Briargh in battle "When you were but a lad, I appeared to you at the fishing hole. My name is Morloch."

"I had a feeling I should come here. I believe you're the only one who can help me now. I have been framed for the murder of my closest, dearest friend. I can't find a way out of this, except to flee the city for good."

"I can help you, but this assisstance comes with conditions. If I am to help you, you must do something for me in return."

"I'll do anything!!"

"I am able to cast a shape-changing spell upon you. But, for me, you must promise to study the arts of magic. This _is_ your destiny."

"You have my word."

With that, Morloch summoned the powers of magic. The room became lit by an eerie blue light, of which Morloch seemed to be the source. Murtoc closed his eyes. He felt strange, like he was growing to an immense height. He felt pain all over, like he was being prodded with knives all over his body. He soon fell unconscious.

Some of Murtoc's Fellow Mercenaries When he awoke, Murtoc was leaning against a wall ... It couldn't be true ... his mind _must_ be playing tricks on him. It seemed as if he was towering over Morloch, who was standing in the center of the room. Morloch looked as big as a grasshopper compared to Murtoc.

"Murtoc, I have changed your form into that of a dragon, and quite a big one at that. I have one more condition for you, you must change your name. From now on, you will be known as Briargh! I will take you on as my apprentice. Come, we have much to do."

So, under the tuition of the great magus, Briargh began his studies in the magical arts, and as with his fighting training, he showed immense ability, and soon became a great magus. In what seemed like no time at all, he earned favour with the Gods, and joined the ranks of the Immortals.










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