The Magelord

[FlameMaster5]

Welcome all! ^^


This is "The Magelord", a story designed and created by myself and my friend Reagen Bailey.

It is the tale of a young boy named Rastabaan Magusovh who discovers he is much more than he seems, a protector of his world and the only one who can restore balance to it. He is joined by several companions that, like him, hope to save the world from its suffering.

Many enemies stand between this powerful child and his destiny.
Can he overcome such foes?
Can he bring honor back to the Magelord title?
Can he uncover the secrets of the past to save the future?


Find out!
LET THE STORY BEGIN!!! :3




(By the way, here is a map--this is a big world you will be journeying into as we go along! ^^
Mana'Terra World Map: i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee293/NatureAngelTyroon/MAGELORDMap1wAreaNames.jpg)




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"The Magelord"

Synopsis

"Mana'Terra... That is the name of our ancient world, a land forged from the very energies of magic. This planet has thrived for nearly 10,000 years. That is a long time, and even older than an existing dragon!

Do you know why?

Legend has it that when Mana'Terra was born a great and powerful being was also. He came to be known as the Magelord--a title representing him as the guardian of the world, the link between mankind and the very mana within all life. He kept the magic in balance, preserving all the natural cycles of the planet.

The Magelord existed since the first dawn. His line of descendants succeeded him, following the destiny of protecting the world. Time and time again the Magelord heirs have done their duty selflessly.

However...

There is one Magelord that did not. Whether by the greed for power or the lack of responsibility, he failed to keep the great magics in Mana'Terra stable. The world has gone out of control: monsters have appeared, wars are breaking out, and darkness has veiled half of the land we once knew!

Inraas Magusovh...
That was his name.
A Magelord that failed to protect this planet, and thus all life that depended on him.


And now...
The Magelord title has lost all meaning....."

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"Are you Eluu Ronsyn?"



The elven Magister, slowly lifting his eyes up from his spellbook on the desk, observed a young boy standing just inside the entrance to his office. He noticed immediately that the child appeared exhausted, filthy, as if he had traveled miles on end. The teacher narrowed his eyes with confusion, then concern. This was not one of his students, and it certainly seemed to not be an ordinary visit.

"Yes, I am", the Magister answers, standing and walking over to the other elf. He stopped before the child, gaze becoming a stare as blood stains were revealed on the boy's clothing.
This was worrying.
"Who are you, young one? What brings you to The Ronsyn Magic School at such late hours??"

The child then slowly pulled back his robes. There in his arms was a baby, the infant bundled and sleeping in the care of this youth.
"If you are the Mage Eluu, then please, take this child...", the boy then says, ignoring the prior questions as a fear pushed him forward to go on. "This infant is meant to be kept safe, no one can know he is here. His name is Rastabaan Magusovh..."

Eluu Ronsyn made a worried expression as the baby was forced into his arms. The name "Magusovh" he knew all too well; in fact, all the world did.
This baby was the child of the Magelord?
If so, then the Magister knew something terrible had happened.
"Magusovh?", Eluu questions. "Is this the heir of Inraas?"
The boy backed away towards the hall.
"Please... Keep him safe....."
He then turned, dashing away.
Eluu gasped, watching the mysterious child flee.
"Wait! What happened to the Magelord?!"

[FlameMaster5]

Chapter #1 - The Awakening

Fourteen long years later...




Deep in the darkest part of the world, a rider and his creature swept through the trees of an evil wood. He was being pursued, had been for months now. Over the sounds of his own beast's hooves, he could hear the gallops of several horses drawing closer behind him. He urged his mount to go faster.
Almost there.
Sanctuary was not far.



"There he is! SEIZE HIM!"


The bull skid to a halt before rearing up with a roar, an ambush of soldiers surrounding both animal and the rider. Spears from all around aimed at the cloaked being, imprisoning him before he could even think of escape. It seemed that the guards had finally found a way to ensnare him.

The circle of enemies parted, the captain riding up on his steed to his newly caught prey. A glare was passed between them, the feeling of hate quite mutual.
"I suppose you thought you were clever coming here, eh?", the captain snarls, elven ears pinning back slightly. "Though Life's End holds your one true refuge, it is only a refuge if you manage to get inside..."
The soldiers snicker around their captive, some even slightly jabbing him in the shoulders with the tips of their weapons.
The captain grins.
"You're pathetic! The Augurn Palace was the first place we stationed troops at! Even with no way of entry to the castle, we can still prevent you from entering as well. Gwydion will surely reward me when I bring him the great Magelord Rastabaan Magusovh!"

The leader then came closer, hand reaching for the hood of his prisoner. The time had come. This was the moment the captain had been waiting for.
"Now, look upon him! Look upon him, and remember this moment of victory for the Malynonian Guard!"
His hand wrapped around the cloth of the hood, pulling the cloak off for all the troops to see.


Out of utter shock, the squad all drew back at once.


They gazed at a Suundyni elf that appeared much like their target, but older. His skin was sun-touched, the base of his spiking hair blond before a fiery orange at the tips, and his eyes were like that of sparkling emeralds.
An almost heinous smile crept onto his face as his Mage disguise changed into dark, green-blue Warlock robes.

His bull gave out an echoing snort, the beast's body transforming into something demonic. Spikes and hell fires erupted from beneath its flesh, breaking and charring the outer skin. The creature's horns lengthened, curved, and twisted hideously in front of its face. Its long whipping tail split into seven, all the hair searing from sparks of fire. The bos taurus hellion then rose up, hooves crashing down with a quake, as its eyes ignited with flame.


The captain and his soldiers cowed with fear, backing away, glows of red and green showering them as they looked upon evil.
The caster's lips then parted to speak as his palm was raised, a demonic purple energy forming before them.
"I'm pathetic, you say?", his voice echoing much like that of his bull's call. "Heh heh heh... Lucky for you, I find that funny, Captain Fordon. However, it is YOU that is pathetic--as Gwydion will soon see when you return without Rastabaan..."
The energy, a powerful Chaos Strike, was then released.
The tainted magic broke into several streams and collided with all the foes except for the captain. His men were killed instantly, the Warlock a merciful lord.

Captain Jerik Fordon narrowed his eyes on the curse ruler as the Warlock rode up on his flaming hellion.
"I didn't have to let you live--your men can vouch for that. Oh, forgive me! That's right, they're dead..."
The caster cackled a moment before continuing.
"Begone with you! Your only reason for living now is to report back to Gwydion of your failure. If you're as lucky as your men, he'll kill you quickly after."
He flashed the Veilyni elf a shining grin.
"If not... We shall meet again. I guarantee that next time I won't be so kind..."

The Suundyni turned, about to ride off into the fog-filled night of Life's End as the captain snarled with a call to his foe.
"Wait just a moment!", Jerik yells, enraged as he looked upon the deaths of his men. "Who are you anyway? Why are you doing this?! Why are you protecting this Magelord that Gwydion desires dead?!!"
The Warlock merely turned his head to the side, his grin still showing.
"Call me Infernite... That's all you need to know--information in case you want revenge. Farewell, Captain Fordon..."


With that, the caster charged off into the woods on the back of his flaming demon, disappearing in the darkness of the night.

[FlameMaster5]

Feel free to leave any comments, as I will leave this open for the majority of the story to any viewers here on TLCR. :3

Enjoy! ^^


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Meanwhile...
Solera Fields...
Ronsyn Magic School...



In a classroom filled with just over a hundred young minds, somewhere seated in the middle of the crowd, a boy loomed over his desk and spellbook as he pretended to be listening to his teacher.
The professor of magic, Valkyrie Iesa, was following up on a lecture of the forces available to this class of Mages: the powers of Hydrice, Blazeon, or Arcane spells.
Rather than listening, the boy was drawing intricate designs of what he imagined these powers to look like in the margins of his spellbook, daydreaming of when he would later be casting fire from his palms or washing away monsters with a pillar of water.
He should have been paying attention...

Valkyrie Iesa followed the notes on the board she wrote with her staff, continuing to stress the importance of learning this material.
"Hydrice--this is a combined power of water and ice, developed nearly 3,000 years ago in the old High Elf region. Hydrice was first used to support the borderlines of Minque Elee during the Elphinar War, when the Suundyni and Veilyni clans broke away from the High Elves in battle."
She paused, looking around the room to smile at her students.
"Blazeon--the full prowess of flames, developed nearly 8,000 years ago by Doomlords in Tenebra'kei Meadows, and was later passed down to the class of Mages. Some claim that this power was used before by ancient dragons of our world, which is all entirely likely, but we have only lore and legends to go by on this information."
The teacher now noticed the one boy among her other pupils, watched him momentarily as he continued to direct his pen in a gentle motion, knowing he was deep in another activity instead of taking notes.
She went on.
For now.
"Arcane--the ever changing power that truly engulfs the meaning of magic, as it is only formed through pure substances of mana. Mana is our very life force, it houses everything inside of us and everything on Mana'Terra. The appearance of Arcane magic came with the first dawn, and was said to be used by the Magelord himself 10,000 years ago."

The youth hummed quietly as he sketched the flow of certain spells from each power, designing bolts of magic he had seen the school Magisters perform before, but with himself casting the forces.
He couldn't wait to be a powerful Mage, and he was eager to be out there on his own successfully doing magic for the Suundyni cause, to be a real part of the Radiance Union someday.
A smile escaped him, the picture was just amazing!
Well, he smiled until--


"Rastabaan", Valkyrie Iesa announces before the class, causing the boy to look up instantly from his doodles.
Rastabaan, as she addressed him, stiffened in his chair as all the other students passed him stares and began giggling, and he swallowed while forming a more awkward smile.
"Y-Yes, Valkyrie Iesa?"
The teacher tapped the board with her staff, and then straightened her robes while looking at him expectantly.
"Would you care to summarize the last bit of our lecture?", she said in a question, but tone telling him she obviously knew he hadn't been listening.
Rastabaan was quiet for a moment, glancing down at his pictures, and then spoke out nervously over the laughs of his peers.
"Y-You were discussing the forces of magic, right? And these are Hydrice, Blazeon, and Arcane, right?"
Her eyes pressed him forward.
He struggled to make a guess at what else was covered.
"Were you--I mean, did you ask me what I wanted to be? I mean, what type of Mage??"
The children around him giggled more, and he sighed to himself as he realized that was probably no where close to what she wanted.

Valkyrie Iesa chuckled a bit herself, but wasn't intending to tease him.
"Not quite, Rastabaan, not quite", she smiles warmly. "Still, that is an interesting question, and I would like to know now! What type of magic would you want to house by the end of your term?"
Rastabaan glanced at the other students, then at his pictures again, and then stared at his teacher seriously.
"Do I have to pick one? I want to learn how to use all of them, Valkyrie Iesa! All of them!"
His peers now looked at him strangely, and rolling their eyes as they expressed their lack of confidence in him and his abilities.
The teacher...
She was silent with approval for a moment, and then nodded to him.
"Then you best pay attention from now on, you hear?", she replies, waving her staff in his direction.
He nodded in return, closing his spellbook.

[FlameMaster5]

It is always the ones with the imagination that turn out to be the most heroic in the end, wouldn't you agree? :3

Since I've nothing to do for a few hours...
Let's get back to the story! ^^

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It was just then that the bell rang!


Valkyrie Iesa quickly rose her voice over the noise of closing spellbooks, crumbling paper, and scrambling feet as she herself began clearing the board away with a floating chalk brush.
"All right, everyone, remember to meet back here tomorrow for our Magic Presentation! I want to see some examples of these powers we discussed today, and this will count as a quiz grade! Study and practice well!"
Her students rushed by her out the door, and she could only hope that they made note of her announcement.

Rastabaan waited for the majority of the other students to leave the class before gathering up his spellbook, numerous papers(meant for notes, but instead all drawn on), and a Mind's Eye orb to help him concentrate on magic-using. He moved down the stairs of the huge auditorium, losing himself back into his thoughts of imagination until he reached the bottom to look up at his professor.
Valkyrie Iesa smiled at him, and then waved her staff to command her own books and papers to start leaving the room in an orderly fashion.
"I am looking forward to your presentation, Rastabaan", she said warmly, now moving towards the door herself.
He smiled back with a nod, stepping out of the class beside her.
"I won't disappoint you, I promise!"
They both shared a friendly laugh before parting ways.

The youth moved through the halls of the Ronsyn Magic School as other students passed by him in numbers. He was like a fish swimming upstream against the other fishes, moving in the opposite direction as they all desired to leave for their homes as quickly as possible. He felt himself being bumped into with the occasional insult following, but he pushed through the crowds with his apologies until he finally reached a stairwell leading up to the Magister offices.
Up on this floor, just passing by office doors, there was very few people in the hallway and so much more quiet, too. Not surprising, but at least peaceful.
Rastabaan went seven doors down, past the Conference Room, and then turned into the open office with the writing Head Magister Eluu Ronsyn engraved beautifully on the front.

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awwwwww i dont want to read

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All i can say is wow

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i want the book please.