Sinclaire’s Lore

Sinclaire, to the mages of the tower, is a perfect noble’s rebellious son who quickly became the most powerful mage. But that isn’t the truth of his story…

Sinclaire was born to a small elven tribe high in the mountains of a forgotten realm. It was a place safe for magical creatures, formed by a long-forgotten hero as a reward for their companion. There, Sinclaire lived each and everyday happy alongside the rest of the tribe. His days were filled with pure magic - elemental spirits that existed in the world, whether it be swimming with the lake’s spirits or dancing with the flaming spirits.

One day, Sinclaire was playing hide and seek. Elven children loved doing this, a game in which they used their magic - last to be found the most talented. Sinclaire had never lost before - he was, undoubtedly, the most talented elf child in the tribe (but the tribe was so full of love, none were ever jealous - it was the same as two people having different colored eyes, something to not be jealous of). However, the game had been going on for far too long - and so Sinclaire arose from his hiding spot, the spirit lake just beyond the tribes borders, and returned.

However, when he arrived back, the forests were aflame and the scent of gilded blood filled the air. He rushed to the different homes, seeking out his friends - until he finally arrived at his home, discovering the corpses of his family. He started to cry, but the strong voices of humans reached his ears - and someone grabbed his shoulder, grinning manically with the eyes of a predator.

“Look, one’s still alive.”