Archmagus Jeldor of the Hills

Jeldor, the man who would one day become an archmagus, was born in quite mundane circumstances. He was born in a tiny village, so insignificant that it didn’t even have a name – it was simply the village to the few souls that lived there.

Jeldor’s parents were simple farmers, just like almost everyone was in the village. They mostly farmed just enough to live off of – the village was nowhere near a major trade route, and so most of the inhabitants were subsistence farmers. However, once a year, the village got together, pooled all their remaining “unneeded” crops and sent representatives to sell them in the nearest city, in order to purchase needed supplies and tools.

Jeldor was his parents’ firstborn, although he would eventually have two siblings. From the moment he was able to walk, he was needed in his parents’ farm, to help with anything he could – working the farm was a difficult job, and his parents needed all the extra help.

At first, when Jeldor worked on the farm, things seemed to be happening right as they should. Everything was normal, so to speak. However, even back then, if someone was perceptive, they might have spotted some weird oddities.

For example, when Jeldor was five, he was given a small sack of seeds and told to plant them. His parents took similar sacks and did the same, so that the entirety of the farm would be seeded in a day.

The seeds that Jeldor planted grew faster. Not by absurd amounts – his parents would have noticed then – but by enough where they were harvested some days earlier. This and other such similar occurrences were common as Jeldor worked on the farm.

When Jeldor was ten years old, his parents were chosen to be among the representatives sent to sell the excess wheat and other crops to the nearby city. Since they couldn’t leave Jeldor or his other two siblings alone, the entire family prepared to visit the city.

It was, at first, an overwhelming experience for Jeldor. The village center – if it could even be called that – had a couple two-story buildings and an inn. The city’s outskirts were bigger and busier than that, not to mention the city itself.

Jeldor eventually found himself in a city plaza, sitting by his family’s crops – he didn’t really have anything to do, and so he simply people watched to pass the time, fascinated by the different clothing and styles everyone sported.

As he watched, he saw a man approach a group of cityfolk. As they were talking, the man picked the pockets of one of them and started to run away. He was noticed, and shouts of “thief” went up. But the plaza was full of people, and the thief seemed experienced in running away. It looked like he was going to escape.

Jaldor had learned that stealing was bad. But he thought he couldn’t do anything to stop the thief right now. Even so, he stretched out his hand – despite being quite far away – in an attempt to halt him.

Somehow, the thief tripped and fell right at that moment. Soon after that, he was apprehended.

It was then that a man clad in beautiful black robes approached Jeldor’s parents. The man was an archmagus in the city’s academy. He was called Istion, and he had noticed Jeldor’s outstretched hand – and he had seen the strands of magic coming out of it, even if Jeldor himself had not.

Istion explained to Jeldor’s parents that he thought their son was magically gifted. His parents at first refused to believe it, but after some probing they admitted that strange things seemed to happen when he was near.

After much convincing, Jeldor’s parents agreed to stay in the city for some weeks, so that Istion could make sure Jeldor had magical abilities – Istion would pay for their stay, of course.

In the next few weeks, Jeldor showed beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was a wizard. He was ecstatic about this, of course – he had only heard of wizards in stories, and now he could become one himself.

To do that, Jeldor had to remain in the city, while his parents and siblings returned home. For the next eight years, Jeldor spent most of his time in the academy, and the rest visiting his family.

Finally, he graduated with honors, and there came the time for him to figure out the next step in his magical career. More than anything, Jeldor wanted to see more of the world – he had gotten an appetite for it since seeing the city for the first time. He didn’t want to end up staying in the academy forever, teaching.

And so, Jeldor traveled. He saw the wonders of the world, met people from everywhere. Most importantly, he delved into dungeons, seeking to find lost knowledge – in this way, he brought to light more than a dozen spells that were thought to be lost.

During those travels, Jeldor also found a friend – a monkey called Scraps. He found Scraps surrounded by angry beasts, and when he saved him, the monkey decided to join him for his travels.

Thanks to his discoveries, Jeldor was named an archmagus and asked to return to the academy, to teach the next generations. By that time, Jeldor was getting up there in age – although thanks to magic, he had a long while to live yet. Even so, relaxing started to seem good to him.

And so, Jeldor today splits his time. He spends some days in the academy, teaching. However, when he gets word of new discoveries or interesting locales, he is quick to take a sabbatical, eager to explore some more.

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