[masterofweirdness]

Though my training lasted for several years I progressed with surprising speed that was rare to say the least. I went from an apprentice to a full fledged mage in three years, which was almost unheard of with most magi. When I completed my training I took a job as a librarian in the Dalaran Library. It gave me a salary large enough to live off of and provided me with access to almost every single book in the library to continue my studies of the arcane arts. And so I studied, and studied, and studied. It was almost boring sometimes, but with training and practice I gained knowledge and skill, and with these I gained power.

The arcane arts were an amazing thing, but they lacked substance. I found myself learning the same thing over and over again in the books that I read. I soon found out that, even though I was only a young mage I had learned, more or less, everything that a mage needed to learn. The only thing that I needed now was to practice and refine the arts of spell weaving, something with could, and would take the rest of my life.

Practice, however, was something I would not find easily. I had in the ways of a battle mage of Dalaran, only to find that battle was a rare thing now. The final orc bastion had fallen months ago, and what other enemy remained for humanity?

So I began to read up on shadow magic. It was an interesting thing. Apparently no one really had much knowledge of it, except that it was an opposite of the Holy Light, the power of paladins and priests, thus, in some ways, it was considered a “dark” art, though it was seen more openly than the other “dark” arts. But I saw little use for this kind of magic. It was something a spy or assassin would find useful, and I was neither of these things. Also the few friends that I had showed distain in anything mildly even mildly considered “dark.” So, in order to appease them, I ceased my studies in the subject.

I thought, for a moment, about reading up on demonology, but then thought better of it. Kang had told him much of the subject and the idea filled me with disgust. Demons would not rule in my life with their foul workings and disgusting ideas. Necromancy too was out of the question. Although it had its uses, once again Kang had told me enough to feed any curiosity in it. On top of this, both were highly discouraged by the Kirin Tor along with the other various “dark” arts of magic as I knew, people just wouldn’t understand my curiosity.

It took me another month to decide what to do, but finally I decided. I quit my job, said good-bye to both Kang and Yrven, then taking my staff, extra cloak, and the book that contained all the magic I knew, set out for a world of adventure.