Fall From Grace (Cameron's Sunday afternoon game)
My name is Zhei, and due to the frequent risks towards my life I have decided to write down the story of how I became the person I am today, as a warning to anyone that might try to follow my path.
I know very little about my parents or my first years of living. My first memories is Crag, my tribes leader, informed me of my elemental heritage, why I’m different from everyone else in the tribe. He told me that somewhere in my ancestry there must have been some kind of being of fire, he did not give me any further details, I now think he was hiding something about my heritage, but I did not ask any more questions and now I don’t care about who my ancestors where, I have grown to be a man in my own right, standing by myself, not on my family.
Crag was the leader of a small but powerful tribe living in what we simply knew as the desert. The life was rough for everyone in the tribe but everyone did what they had to do and worked together in order to ensure the tribes survival. I had very few close friends living in the tribe, the tribe being a human tribe made sure that anyone close in age to me quickly outgrew me. When I was young I used to see my slow aging as a curse, I have now realized the folly of that notion. While the humans grew up fast I grew up slowly, giving my a lot of time to perfect my training. We had to learn how to take care of our animals and how to ride at a young age, our life could after all be depending on our ability to handle the animals. I was also given an additional task, I was put to work in the forge due to my link to fire. I enjoyed working in the forge, especially working with the weapons we had.
One day when I was working the forge I suddenly felt like I understood the fire in the forge, the very nature of the fire. I spoke some words I didn’t recognize, I’m still not sure on the meaning, but my words affected the fire, made it grow stronger. That was the moment I realized just how strong my connection to fire is, the moment I realized my potential as a sorcerer. After this discovery I started working on controlling this power living inside me and shaping it to my will.
This was the way I lived my entire life up until I was 65 years old. I was working the forge and training how to control my powers. But when I was around 65 I realized that while I enjoyed this simple life it wasn’t satisfying enough for me, so I left the desert in order to find my meaning and adventure. One day after a few month on the road by myself I rested on a high cliff, feeling the wind on my face. As I stood there, taking in the view I thought I heard the wind whisper to me. I didn’t pay it too much attention, but the following weeks it grew more and more common until I couldn’t feel even the slightest breeze without hearing the wind whisper in my ear. So I started listening. It took time, I weren’t used to this kind of power, but over a few weeks I managed to figure out what the wind wanted to tell me. The wind told me that I had been chosen to be an oracle following the teachings of the wind. It also taught me the importance of staying true to my word, and that it was more important than ever for me to never break my word, if I ever did break my word otherworldly powers would punish me for it. I was told that I had a purpose, but refused to inform me of what this purpose is. But my curse, never being able to break my word, will turn out to be in my benefit, by placing this limit n me it allows my powers to grow even stronger than before. And the last thing the wind told me before quieting down again was that it would lend me it’s power.
That all happened five years ago. I have been traveling, doing a bit of adventuring, but never staying for long in the same place, I was still searching for a purpose. That’s when the man from the Harkonid Empire came to me and told me that the empire needed my help due to my special powers. I weren’t sure what powers he meant but I knew that I couldn’t just let slip me by. And that was the moment my life changed.