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Lord Ranca My birth was expected. Monks brought me in to try and train me in the art of spell casting. They said they had been expecting me for years. They were founded by the seventh person in recorded history to have my gift. He was a fortune teller by trade and began to write names and years. About fifty years after his death his apprentice found his list. As a joke he decided to find these people. He was shocked that this child had the same powers as his master. Instantly he called the child his masters reincarnation. He started telling people about his discovery, with few results. Very few people believed him but a handful believed him, less decided to follow him. Over the years more and more people joined them, as more reincarnations were found. The cult, as people now call it, always remained small, regardless of how many people joined. I was not given by my mom and dad, I was kidnapped as a child. I may not remember them but I kind of think that I wish they had left me. I am not sure but something just doesn’t seem right here. Regardless of how much they say that I am their lord, they still shun me, fear me. I was not named when they took me, so they gave me the name of their first leader, Ranca. I’ve grown to hate the name. it keeps me forever locked into the past of this place. I was required to learn the history of this place and its past leaders by the age of ten, spells from then on. They say they gathered the spells over time through books they have found, but I don’t believe that. They only have one book of spells, I found it running from my instructor because I didn’t want to learn the spells… I ended up learning more then I was supposed to. I learned the spell of possession, one of the reasons the followers began to dislike me. From then on they only taught me the bare minimum, but then left me to my studies. I began to learn the dragons spirit, that calls of a fire dragon to fight beside me, and the nuclear strike, where a flame is greatly compressed into an inch round ball that can take out a city the size of New York. It is a last resort move that will take out the enemy, the city, the residents, and regardless of how far away the caster is, it will take them out as well. I have also played around with some small sprite spells to play with the monks around here, but somehow I always get caught.
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