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Labrinnon Kor'Tahlvis

From the Personal Journal of Athanasius Areti:

My work is done. Young Labrinnon left my tower this morning, laden with supplies and bound for Lyrenn. I may have delayed to long in sending him, and I pray to Corellon that he reaches town before winter.

I remember when I first met the boy. My companions and I were traveling through the foothills of the Adonai Mountains, heading west towards Khezek Tor, when we were ambushed by gnolls. They proved, of course, to be no match for our experienced party. Remembering reports of others being attacked in the area, our cleric placed a Zone of Truth spell on one of the survivors. He told us that his clan had a stronghold just to the north, where captives from their ambushes were put to work in a silver mine. Hearing this, my party and I quickly decided that Khezek Tor could wait. We headed north, and soon found the gnoll stronghold. Again, they proved to be no match for us, and we suffered only minor wounds in the confrontation. Once the gnolls were dealt with, we set about freeing the slaves. Inside the mines, we found over fifty slaves, all malnourished and near death. Leaving the cleric to tend to their wounds, the rest of the party and I began to search through the fortifications. Upon entering the chambers of the chieftain, I spied a young elven lad hiding behind a chest. After convincing him that his captives were dead, he arose. As he approached, I could tell that he was in much better shape than the others we had found in the mines. While my companions continued their search of the rooms, I sat and talked with this young boy.

He said his name was Labrinnon, and that he had been there since he was very young. His father had been a merchant from Torioth. Each spring, they would load up goods in the family cart and join the caravan bound for Khezek Tor. That last year, they had fallen victim to the gnoll ambush that had attacked us. Labrinnon said the men of the caravan did what they could to defend themselves, but it wasn’t enough. Hidden under a blanket, he watched as his father was run through by a gnoll pike. His mother was ravaged by the attackers and left for dead. The remaining survivors, were quickly tied up and marched to the stronghold, where they began their work in the mines. Others were brought in from subsequent ambushes. Many of them never saw the outside of the mines again. Labrinnon began listening to the guards as they gossiped with one another, and soon had learned the basics of their language.

Many years later, he heard guards talking about the failing health of their chieftain. Devising a plan to get out of the mines, he began to establish a rapport with a young guard named Grrath. Over the next few months, he convinced Grrath that the chieftain’s time as leader had come to an end, and it was time to challenge him for the position. Heeding this advice, Grrath challenged the chieftain to a duel. While the funeral pyre burned, Graath was named the new chieftain of the tribe. He made Labrinnon his personal slave, working in the stronghold itself, away from the mines. That was where he worked until Grrath was slain with the rest of his troops upon our arrival.

I was impressed by the boy’s ingenuity. Realizing that my days as an adventurer were quickly drawing to a close, I decided then and there that I would train him in the arts of magic. The next day, we continued to Khezek Tor with the former slaves. We divided what we had found in the stronghold, including the silver from the mines, amongst the slaves, providing them the opportunity to begin their lives anew. Biding farewell to my companions, I brought Labrinnon to my tower, where his training would begin.

Here he remained for the next threescore years. I was constantly amazed at his quickness in learning. He was a natural, and I could tell that he had the makings of a great wizard. One night, while performing some divination magic, I had a vision. It was just a flash, but I knew instantly that it dealt with young Labrinnon. But what did it mean? I knew the answer would be revealed to Labrinnon in time. As his training drew to a close, I gave him one last gift. A new name: Kor’Tahlvis. I told him that when he was ready, the power of this name would be revealed.

And so, this morning, I watched as the boy that was once Labrinnon, orphan and slave, left my tower as Labrinnon Kor’Tahlvis, wizard.