*The runes slowly die down. I suddenly stumble backwards onto my back. Various haunting, ghostly notes of music can be heard in the air and the walls glow in vaious ghostly colors, resembling the Northern Lights.* "Whow, Iv'e never channeled that much power before. I did not know I could do that..." *I rub my head* "Ugh, Im sorry. I know what you mean when you say your magic takes a toll on you. I did not mean to bring up wounds of the past. My apologies. And to answer your question, I was with my peers in the Norselands. Protecting the missonaries as they attempted to convert the Norsemen to Christianity. Unfourtunatly, The individual group I was in was attacked one day by feral Bears. I was the only survivior from the struggle. I wandered for quiet some time untill I was resqued by a scouting party of Norsemen. (Anthro Artic Foxes) They tought me their ways and told me of their magic, Sed. It was not a Pagan Polytheistic Mysticism like I had been told by the missonaries. It was, instead, a way to draw energy from the Northern Lights to be harnaced and used at will. Since it infringed not on my beliefs, I accepted their offer to teach me. Two years later I returned to my kind, being full of Runic knowledge. It was then that the surviviors informed me of what had happened to the world during my absence. I was dumbstruck. I had practacally hid when the world needed me. It was then that I vowed to devote my life to helping the survivors. Two years later, I am still holding true to that oath. and now here we are. I dont think we have been formally introduced yet by the way. My name is Zackary Vann. Pleased to meet you." *I offor my right paw, but then see all the blood on it. I withdraw and smile*
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