Jerik and Lucas stop fighting for a bit.
"Agh... You have bested me. I feel like I'm dead. And yet, not dead. Odd."
He looks to his right shoulder, and nods slightly.
"This place is strange. Like the old keep of the steel wardens. Not as much dark energy though."
"Eh?"
"Just me thinking about an old memory of mine. It was the second time I had used Magic, and this time, it had saved me, and not doomed me.
I come from a land of ice and snow, suffused with dark energies from an ancient war of some kind. The dead walk the tundra, hunting for their long dead foes. Necromancers flock to the region, seduced by it's dreadful promise of power and wealth. As such, there is an order of Paladins known as the Steel Wardens, who enforce a strict border between our lands and the rest of the world. My own people do not care much for wizards either.
When I was 15, I had experienced a burst of magic, in the form of a fireball. A toolshed burned down in the process. As such, I was exiled into the tundra, with nothing but this ritual dagger of mine, and the clothes on my back. I wandered the wastes, and came across an old abandoned citadel. There within, was an ancient spirit, and a vanguard made of the very knights that swore to fight against the undead and the dark forces. It was a difficult battle for me, but I emerged victorious."
"Impressive. I've sort of got a story of my own. It's a bit of a patchwork, but I think I understand it enough to tell it."
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