Haani stood, basking in the light of the sun in the entrance of the cave, in which she had trained for the last three years under the tutelage of the wrinkled human. For three years! It was now time to move on from the stuffy old man. Although he was grumpy and irritable at the best of times, Haani had to admit that the crooked old man, Bevier Fallendun was the best priest trainer in all of Quel'Thalas and the only one willing to teach her the forbidden shadow magic. "Haani! Get back in here! we must go over the runes I am to give you." The creaking voice of the trainer stabbed out of the cave, destroying the tranquil aura. Haani grunted and trudged back inside.
"Right, these stones each represent a new skill. They can be used only when the user is strong enough. If you are not strong enough they can harm you and in some cases, kill." The trainer grunted while shifting through a bag of different colored stones. "Under no circumstances are you to use this one," he holds up a dark purple stone, almost back, "until you have managed to absorb this," the trainer lifts a stone of a slightly lighter hue of purple to Haani's face. "the lighter one won't kill you, but it will burn you quite severely. Now, have you all of your travelling gear and some gold?" the old man wheezed. Haani nodded. "Very well, I have nothing else to teach you, go and find your own way in the world. Come back only when you have absorbed the darkest stone. Now begone!" Haani sighed and walked slowly out of the cave and down towards the buildings which lay at the bottom of the hill.
((hope you enjoyed this little prologue, you can find the blog I am writing it on at:
http://wow.curse.com/blogs/244/ at the time of writing this is the only entry, I aim to do one a week, however due to an upcoming comic contest the entries may be delayed))
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