Alchemist - 2

It all started on a dark and gloomy night when my mother was serving her customers in her tavern, the usual rounds of shredded horse meat and warmed teflonian beer. In walked a tall gangolian warlord, looking weary from the latest crusade wars.

This warlord went by the name of Dreadgranger.

I remember my mother telling me as I grew older, that for some strange reason, she was strangely attracted to the warlord, and this attraction was tinged with awe and respect along with a bit of sexual stirring.

Lord Dreadgranger was one of the most cunning and vicious warlord, who had made his bones in the First Rebellion. The killer and the most dreaded young warrior.

It was on this night that I was referring to, when my mother was with the warlord in the night, and eighteen months latter, I was born. It was also the last time my mother saw my father. The very next day to my birth, my father disappeared forever. Over the years my mother kept getting news about my father from the traveling minstrels , and she recorded all the adventures of my father so that she could share this with me when I grow up.

The genetic material of my father was so strong that even as a child I was a soldier. My skills in tracking and hunting were renowned. I could feel the killing lust flow in me even then.

I was considered to be one of the most vicious of the hunters known to the Bragalians. This reputation I had got when I was 3 years old.

At around this time I came across a strange monk , Crepovani. He was a silent one, real quite. For some strange reason when one night in the tavern, he took me to his table and started communicating with me silently. This was the my first feel of telepathic powers of the Creambic mystics.

My blood froze and my heart stood still for a moment when I felt the monk's powers, but at the same time I strangely understood that he was restraining himself , and displaying just a fraction of his magic.

After this strange encounter, the monk left. And a few weeks later he just turned up at the tavern
and I followed him. I was initiated into the arcane art of Creambic mystics. The next few years after I followed
Crepovani, was an intense learning experience. He took me on all his travels, and each minute of my life was a involved with learning. The arcane art of Creambic martial arts. Which involved the mind as much as the body. I had become invincible by the age of four.

I was initiated into a test of strength in the Creambic way, I fought the then champion of the Creambic clan and I beat him in a short time. The Creambic elders silently applauded my skills in their telepathic way, and they spoke among themselves and observed that I would one day be the most dreaded warrior ......

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