Storyboards: Ciaddat

Joining Adventurers
I sit huddled against the stump of a long dead tree, shivering in the almost unfathomable cold that is the frozen plains. My mind drifts back to the last week I have spent traveling to Sendar, a goal I have wondered several times now if I will ever reach.
Being very skilled with the gift of sorcery and born into a very remote and not very tolerating village, I was asked to leave at the rather young age of 15. The elders of our village being afraid of my gift and the hazards that could befall us all if my gift were to attract the attention of other sorcerers.
I say my farewells and decided to head for the only city I had ever heard of, Sendar. As I wonder along mostly lost but helped by the kindness of strangers with directions and the not so often offer of food or a place to stay the night out of the weather, I have become determined not to view my gift as a curse or as the evil thing my people have labelled it.
I now find myself closer to Sendar than I would have hoped, having gained some direction from an old hermit living in the wilds, yet my current situation may prevent me from ever seeing the goal of my journey.
As I enter the frozen plains and set myself against the ever-biting cold of this place I assumed the cold would be by far the most dangerous obstacle I would face in the last short leg of my journey. The temperature dropped I noticed but played no mind to it was the horrific laughter that brought me to a dead stop. As I crouched looking through the driving sleet trying to wrap my mind around what could make a noise such as that the ten foot tall figure slowly separated itself from the landscape, being a very skilled sorcerer I quickly gathered my will and set myself against what I must do, standing took more courage than anything I had ever faced in life. The ice demon, seeing me, turned it laughter into a snarl headed towards me, rather quickly I turned my Will on this creature and spoke "fire.”
As the demon burned, the horror of what was happening crept in on me almost too slowly, the ice demon was extinguishing my fire by its mere nature instead of destroying it. I had merely hurt it enough to drive it mad with rage.
I think maybe I have lost it; I can only remember pieces of the last few hours running endlessly unsure of a direction. Just as I was trying to muster the energy and courage to run some more, I heard the voice of a woman. Before I could figure out rather it was just my imagination, she was standing before me. Again she spoke to me.
"Are you harmed?" As I sat dumbly shaking my head she offered a hand to help me to my feet. During the short walk on our way out of the desolate plains, I learned that my savior that day was Qethia, a member of the adventurers. as you could imagine the humbling affect this experience has had on me.
I have decided to petition the Adventurer’s clan for membership, it has become very apparent to me that my considerable skills are maybe not as considerable as I first believed I look forward to the training and guidance from the clan that I was unable to get in my own home.

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