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Travelling back to days long forgotten there lives a Wizard...
called
Klavestem
In a gloomy, frozen forest...
Klavestem strides across bloody stones and falls into deep thoughts...
What have I done...
so young...
so innocent
What . . . have . . . I . . . done . . .
Wrathfully, Klavestem smashes a potion on the ground, the glass shatters into a thousand pieces...
As he watches the glowing liquid fade, he decides to continue . . . his lonesome journey . . .
Klavestem arrives at Fawkstone Castle...
An enormous tower arises, while distrustful farmers watch him passing by...
Secretly he marches onto a mossy stone, which reveals a hidden passage beneath...
When was the last time I walked through this passage...
Ah . . . I remember . . .
A long time ago . . .
I was just discovering the potential of my abilities.
They told me I was talented . . .
Magic was my passion . . . my obsession . . .
My Master told me to let it slowly take its course...
He had no idea . . .
I found new forms of magic...
. . . darker forms
I got stronger than they could ever imagine.
Every human soul granted me superior abilities.
I chose to go my own way and left my Master forever . . .
Was it wrong doing all those things?
Was it the right decision?
It doesn't matter . . .
There is no way back . . .
Klavestem reaches the end of the path and enters an apparently endless corridor.
As he walks down the corridor the drawings of old wizards gaze upon him.
Fearlessly he stops in front of a massive wooden door.
Walking through, he enters a room showing mystical symbols on the walls.
In an ornate bed beside the fireplace lies his old master, sleeping peacefully.
Klavestem draws a dagger out of his cloak its black blade reflects the warm light of the fire.
In cold blood, Klavestem thrusts the cursed weapon into his old masters heart.
The enormous magic energy flows directly through Klavestem...
That is the tale of Klavestem's rise to power...
The beginning of the most fearsome black magician of all time.