[center][h1][b][color=a187be]Qael'Naath[/color][/b][/h1][h3]&[/h3][h1]Adrian[/h1][/center][hr]
His job was not yet done. More sapience had to be blessed. Even if his wound continued to ache. His mind floated back to Xal-Zastarha. The grass and plants had probably burned out now. Leaving nothing but a wasteland and clear evidence of a divine fight. He looked up to see the falling sun and calculated the amount of days had passed. Yes, it should be near the new mountains to the west of the new continent, and the light-touched plains. Perhaps his siblings would find the island. It was particularly safe yet. The Crown would remain unstable for at least a few more days. Spitting black smoke into the air. Nonetheless, he could not yet return. He had a duty. He had to fulfill it! And then he had to teach the mortals. And find his sister and kill her! So much to do. So little time. As Qael was focused on other things, he let his mana guide him to the next sapient creatures. A part of him wondered what his brothers and sisters had made this time. He wondered if it fulfilled them. To have creations that could speak your name. The fact that he was now flying into a deep, dark cave did nothing to distract him. Not until a strange gecko creature leapt at him. With an instant telekinetic wave Qael’Naath managed to capture it. [color=a187be][b]“You’re a strange thing.”[/b][/color] He remarked as he let it wriggle and move in place. [color=a187be][b]“But I’m not here for you.”[/b][/color] He closed his fist. The creature wiggled fiercely, then fell limp and fell down to the ground. Though apparently in his absent minded state Qael had moved much too close to the sapience he set forth to find him. So close, in fact, that he could now see their seemingly silvery glowing eyes.
 
[color=a187be][b]“By fate’s design perhaps.”[/b][/color] He mumbled to himself as he floated forward into the larger cave that held the Night Elves. They looked far too familiar. Bipedal with leathery skin. Hair on their heads and one pair of eyes and ears. He sighed. It was getting a bit dull. Though he wondered whether or not he should aid their magical understanding like he did with the Reshut. Though they would never be thanked for it. Mortal life could be so thankless sometimes. It did not matter. He did not need their worship or thanks. He needed their curiosity and creativity. He needed them as mortal, temporary things that would not go so gently into the night. These creatures then, could be chosen. Beings to be taught a little bit more by the God of Magic himself. A unique gift to be sure.
 
[color=a187be][b]“Greetings mortals.”[/b][/color] He announced. In sight of all, he pulled down a strain of mana from the stream flowing above the  crevice. It was invisible to the Night Elves. [color=a187be][b]“I am Qael’Naath. God of Magic. As we speak, I am binding your very existence to mana. In short time your very demands upon this world can be met in a most fascinating fashion. Allowing you to perform the most wonderous acts!”[/b][/color] With arms high up he waited for them to rejoice. They didn’t. Instead some of them crept further away from him. Mothers were clutching their children. Though not fast, as if a sudden movement would trigger him to pounce upon them. The childless ones had picked up sticks and stones and slowly moved themselves between Qael and the other Night Elves. They weren’t happy. They were afraid. But much worse: they weren’t asking questions. They weren’t curious. [color=a187be][b]“Very well. I suppose a lesson is in order then.”[/b][/color]

"I don't think they can handle another lesson so soon," Came a tiny voice, and as Qael looked down, by his feet stood a thumbling wearing a hat.

The tiny thing confused the God of Magic. To observe the tiny creature from up close, he telekinetically lifted it up until it was levitating in front of his hood. [color=a187be][b]“You’re an odd creature far from home. I would swear I visited your kind some time ago.”[/b][/color] He said.

"Maybe, I wouldn't know," Adrian crossed his arms, "I'm Adrian." 

Qael looked beyond the tiny creature for a moment to see the Night Elves. They were even more on edge than before. Far more. [color=a187be][b]“Your friends seem…agitated.”[/b][/color] He said. [color=a187be][b]“Very agitated.”[/b][/color] His eye caught that of a mother and child beyond the group. It was a good trick. Few things were as strong as a mother’s love. But then something else caught his eye. A small well. To a mortal’s eye it would look almost insignificant but Qael’Naath saw the influence of divinity upon it. He lowered Adrian again as he took a step towards the well, pointed at it and asked. [color=a187be][b]“Who made that?”[/b][/color]

"Who is to say?" Adrian leaned against the stones, "It's always been."

Qael was somewhat surprised. Most mortals, including the Night Elves before him, had a tendency to fear him. It wasn’t entirely unjustified. He has killed and tried to kill several mortal beings. What was a singular life to god? Yet this little thing didn’t fear. At all. Qael sat down in front of him. [color=a187be][b]“Who are you, Adrian? What is your story?”[/b][/color] He asked. There was genuine curiosity in his voice.

Adrian looked surprised for a moment before melting into his usual confidence. “I’m Adrian, from the Garden of the Golden Light, also known as the Sacred Grove. My father’s name is Cole and my mother’s name is Sarah. I have eleven siblings, but I’m the second oldest. My current charge is protecting the night elves you see before you.” He turned away from the god to look at the masses who were now slowly getting back to their day -- save for the prophet who remained sleeping.

The God of Magic was giving Adrian his full attention. He pondered over every single word the tiny thing said: Golden Light. Sacred Grove. Father. Siblings. Charge. Night Elves. It was interesting. For a moment the god of magic remained silent as he weighed every word in his head. Yet there was still the well and Adrian’s reluctance to name whatever divine creature had made it and probably the Night Elves as well. [color=a187be][b]“Very well, Adrian Son of Cole and Sarah, you have piqued my interest. I swear I will not inflict a lesson upon these wards of yours. But only in exchange of you telling me who made them.”[/b][/color] Then he pointed at the well at the far end of the cave. [color=a187be][b]“And that.”[/b][/color]

“I’m sure you very much would like to keep that deal and so would I,” Adrian shook his head solemnly, “But alas neither of us can. You are free to use my well, but I’m afraid there is no name to be had just as there is no lesson.” He waved a hand and sighed, “If you impose a lesson on these fragile folk, I’m afraid every single one of them would die horribly and the lesson with them.”

[color=a187be][b]“You are a brave creature.”[/b][/color] Qael’Naath said. [color=a187be][b]“Braver than most. Then as their charge I will offer you a lesson. Two in fact. Worry not though. They will be peaceful.”[/b][/color] He assured the tiny thing. It would slow down things significantly but they would still have the words of a God to guide them. That was more than most others could hope for. [color=a187be][b]“I have blessed your wards with the ability to influence the world around them. This power is still weak in most races. Few, if any, even know they have it. For now I will impart to you that the key to this power is will. It is an arrogant thing to demand the world to change for you. Yet with this power it is possible. And my second lesson is that this power is also given to you and your kin.”[/b][/color] The god of magic rose from his seated position as if lifted up by some invisible force. [color=a187be][b]“I hope you and yours are curious enough to try it out.”[/b][/color] He offered a small smile, before he clutched his chest. His wound was aching again. So much even that for a moment he dropped down to a knee. He took a deep breath as the pain receded as quickly as it had come.

Slowly he made his way towards the Moonwell. The chalky white water was certainly strange. He lifted some of the water out of it with his powers, said: [color=a187be][b]“Lifeblood, may this work. I don’t think I can go on much longer.”[/b][/color] And then consumed the water. For a moment he felt lightheaded. A tingle filled his entire body. But it quickly vanished. Like the Lake of Radiance, it did nothing to sooth his wounds. Physical or otherwise. It just wasn’t strong enough. He released an exhausted sigh. Failure again. The last time, perhaps. For he could not keep on going. He had to return. [color=a187be][b]“Farewell, Adrian.”[/b][/color] He said, louder so the tiny thing could hear him. Then he flew up into the hole above. Missing the connection the full moon had with the well below.

“And goodnight,” Adrian replied quietly, but loud enough for Qael to hear.

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Qael finds the Night Elves but continues to suffer from his chest wound. He gave the Elves a public announcement that they could now perform magic. The elves don’t trust him and for a moment Qael considers using an old trick again. He is stopped by Adrian. The thumbling interests Qael so he promises not to do anything to the Night Elves if he tells him who made them and the Moonwell. Adrian doesn’t want to say. Qael respects the wish and decides against teaching the Elves a harder lesson. Instead, he simply explains how sorcery works to Adrian, who he hopes will tell the Night Elves in turn. Qael then drinks from the Moonwell, seeing it as a place of healing. Sadly, to no avail. Qael leaves again, bidding Adrian farewell.
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[b]Qael’Naath:[/b]
  Start: 5MP / 5DP
  End: 5MP / 5DP

[b]Moonwell:[/b]
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