Egg of the Phoenix
Vision: Betrayal of Family
You see a young boy of 8-9 years of age tending to a small field of crops. The boy is dressed in loose and ragged linen clothes far too large for his thin frame. Sweat drips down his brow as he lifts his head to wave to a passing Inquisitor. You hear a female voice beckon to the boy, “Lemont! Take these eggs to market!” Leaving his tools behind, the young boy runs over to the woman with a smile. He responds, “yes, mum” as he collects from her a small metal basket filled with eight bright white eggs. You watch the young boy trot along a dirt path towards a village located a few miles outside his home. You watch as two older boys approach him from behind. Their faces twisted in ugly smiles as they exchange offensive words about him. The young boy, named Lemont, turns to face them, adding his own jive and kicking one in the shin. Offended, one of the older boys pushes Lemont to the ground. He begins to kick him in the ribs while the other attempts to grab the basket of eggs from Lemont’s clenched fist. In the struggle, eight white eggs tumble from the basket and onto the hard cobbles.
You see Lemont’s face twist with rage as he watches the golden yolks run along the cobblestones. His face begins to redden as he grinds his teeth together. He unleashes a terrible scream and with it a blast of arcane energy surges from his body. The older boys fall limp to the ground next to him, smoking ruins where their eyes once were. As the energy dissipates, Lemont’s hands begin to shake and his lips begin to quiver as he stares blankly at the smoking corpses.
You see Lemont sprinting frantically back down the dirt path to the cottage in which he came. There’s a panic in his eyes as he bursts through the front door of the small wooden shack, slamming it shut behind him. Inside, a tall man is sitting at the table eating what resembles a thin stew and, in the corner of the room, the same motherly figure stirs a pot. In between gasping breaths, Lemont tells his parents what has transpired. Their faces are unmoving. As his mother approaches him to wrap her arms around him, his father rises and leaves the room. You can feel Lemont’s mother’s arms wrap around him, so tight it is almost painful as he weeps into her dress.
A knock at the door startles Lemont awake from his sleep. It has been a couple hours since the incident with the two older boys. He can hear his father’s heavy footsteps cross the planks to answer the door. The voices outside are muffled. Lemont raises from his bed and places his ear against the door of his room. Footsteps approach. The handle turns. The door swings open. Two inquisitors glare down. One grabs his wrist. The other forcefully places a metal choker around his neck. Screaming. They begin to drag him across the boards. Crying. His mother and father standing motionless at the door. Watching. A fist across the face causes Lemont to stumble. Begging. His mother is praying. A final plea for help. Nothing.
Lemont stands on the shore of a tropical island. He stands barefooted dressed in only a loincloth. His body, now lanky and tan, is bruised and scarred. He raises one hand to shelter his eyes from the sun in an attempt to view the incoming prisoners before lowering it to scratch the stubble on his chin. The prisoners, escorted by Inquisitors, shuffle along the dock in their chains. A young boy leads the procession. He stumbles and falls. The Inquisitors rushed to beat him with their swords and feet. One spits on him. The boy slowly rises from the ground. His nose is bleeding. Lemont lowers his eyes and turns away. Under his breath, you hear him murmur, “welcome to Fort Joy.”
On Lemont’s 15th name day, Fort Joy is raided by military. A battle ensued resulting in the defeat of Fort Joy. All captives living on the island begin to board onto ships that lead them across the sea to Sarkonos.
On Lemont’s 16th name day, Lemont completes mandatory training in the arcane arts. He is conscripted into service for the Empire of Sarkonos against the battle with the Kingdom of Khar.
On Lemont’s 17th name day, Lemont unleashes arcane energy from his hands and directs it into a cone of fire incinerating a group of men dressed in red Khar uniforms. He walks over to their singed corpses and when he looks down all he sees is the limp bodies of the two boys from a lifetime ago.
You see a young boy of 8-9 years of age tending to a small field of crops. The boy is dressed in loose and ragged linen clothes far too large for his thin frame. Sweat drips down his brow as he lifts his head to wave to a passing Inquisitor. You hear a female voice beckon to the boy, “Lemont! Take these eggs to market!” Leaving his tools behind, the young boy runs over to the woman with a smile. He responds, “yes, mum” as he collects from her a small metal basket filled with eight bright white eggs. You watch the young boy trot along a dirt path towards a village located a few miles outside his home. You watch as two older boys approach him from behind. Their faces twisted in ugly smiles as they exchange offensive words about him. The young boy, named Lemont, turns to face them, adding his own jive and kicking one in the shin. Offended, one of the older boys pushes Lemont to the ground. He begins to kick him in the ribs while the other attempts to grab the basket of eggs from Lemont’s clenched fist. In the struggle, eight white eggs tumble from the basket and onto the hard cobbles.
You see Lemont’s face twist with rage as he watches the golden yolks run along the cobblestones. His face begins to redden as he grinds his teeth together. He unleashes a terrible scream and with it a blast of arcane energy surges from his body. The older boys fall limp to the ground next to him, smoking ruins where their eyes once were. As the energy dissipates, Lemont’s hands begin to shake and his lips begin to quiver as he stares blankly at the smoking corpses.
You see Lemont sprinting frantically back down the dirt path to the cottage in which he came. There’s a panic in his eyes as he bursts through the front door of the small wooden shack, slamming it shut behind him. Inside, a tall man is sitting at the table eating what resembles a thin stew and, in the corner of the room, the same motherly figure stirs a pot. In between gasping breaths, Lemont tells his parents what has transpired. Their faces are unmoving. As his mother approaches him to wrap her arms around him, his father rises and leaves the room. You can feel Lemont’s mother’s arms wrap around him, so tight it is almost painful as he weeps into her dress.
A knock at the door startles Lemont awake from his sleep. It has been a couple hours since the incident with the two older boys. He can hear his father’s heavy footsteps cross the planks to answer the door. The voices outside are muffled. Lemont raises from his bed and places his ear against the door of his room. Footsteps approach. The handle turns. The door swings open. Two inquisitors glare down. One grabs his wrist. The other forcefully places a metal choker around his neck. Screaming. They begin to drag him across the boards. Crying. His mother and father standing motionless at the door. Watching. A fist across the face causes Lemont to stumble. Begging. His mother is praying. A final plea for help. Nothing.
Lemont stands on the shore of a tropical island. He stands barefooted dressed in only a loincloth. His body, now lanky and tan, is bruised and scarred. He raises one hand to shelter his eyes from the sun in an attempt to view the incoming prisoners before lowering it to scratch the stubble on his chin. The prisoners, escorted by Inquisitors, shuffle along the dock in their chains. A young boy leads the procession. He stumbles and falls. The Inquisitors rushed to beat him with their swords and feet. One spits on him. The boy slowly rises from the ground. His nose is bleeding. Lemont lowers his eyes and turns away. Under his breath, you hear him murmur, “welcome to Fort Joy.”
On Lemont’s 15th name day, Fort Joy is raided by military. A battle ensued resulting in the defeat of Fort Joy. All captives living on the island begin to board onto ships that lead them across the sea to Sarkonos.
On Lemont’s 16th name day, Lemont completes mandatory training in the arcane arts. He is conscripted into service for the Empire of Sarkonos against the battle with the Kingdom of Khar.
On Lemont’s 17th name day, Lemont unleashes arcane energy from his hands and directs it into a cone of fire incinerating a group of men dressed in red Khar uniforms. He walks over to their singed corpses and when he looks down all he sees is the limp bodies of the two boys from a lifetime ago.
Item type
Unique Artifact
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