Arrivials
Last night was a strange night. As in fact it seems to be my very first night ever. Honestly I still don't know what happened I cant tell if I was summoned up from the neither regions or ripped from the fabric of reality. All I am for certain is that I did not exist until last night. All though I may have been thrust into this world I do seem to have purpose. I don't know much of the details only that I am a Frostalf. A race of mountain dwellers that has just recently joined the forces of midgard. Also I seem to have a for the mystical arts and was soon directed to the mystic trainer. Oh how I loath that worthless piece of flesh. I know I myself am just newly made but at least I can offer society something. Wearily I listened to it bark different orders and missions to me and worked my way to the top of the mystics ability which isn't much. Then the infernal waste of matter did give me one good bit of knowledge. It told me about the paths that a mystic has to choose from to further their powers. With that bit and the knowledge that the goddess Hel controlled to of my paths she surly must be the one that choose to make me I journeyed into Jordheim to seek Runda the warlock trainer. I think I went with this path because I would only have to rely on myself and not the spirit of a dead warrior who had already failed once. Tomarrow I will tell you of my training and the MARCH OF THE ANTS.