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Lothalis felt a call in the back of his mind, a desire to enter the Dragonplane. The more he ignored it the stronger the desire was, the pull was becoming too great; he knew he had to go. Leaving the Ambassador Brigade in the hands of his trusted officers he walked into the great portal and entered into the expanse of the Dragonplane. Upon entering he was immediately approached by a Golden Draconian wearing red armor, he spoke to Lothalis and welcomed him. Formalities done with the Draconian grabbed Lothalis and flew into the open domain of the Dragons. Lothalis was brought to a giant cavern, summoning a glowing sword from his aura he walke

This is the account of the missing time between my “rescue” from the Citadel and returning to Mystcroft. I had thought for years that after weeks of imprisonment, awaiting more questioning or my death my cell door opened, I did not get a look at my rescuer in the light of the hall and remember the words “Run, go, you are free now!” before running down the mountain path to freedom. This was a lie. I was indeed captured, and held imprisoned at the Citadel however the person who opened my cell door was not “The Hero” as I had thought. He had the look of a man, with glowing eyes and a dark hood; he then spok

After a long journey Lothalis collapsed in his bed. Sore, tired and still healing wounds from his latest adventure; his thoughts remained fixed on one event, the day he lost his powers. He remembered a voice speaking to him about becoming the “Prime” and losing his powers he was sent on a quest of self discovery about himself. Finally understanding the truth he now stood as a Guardian of Battleon and was given the task of helping and assisting new adventurers in their quests. Since that day Lothalis scoured the land looking for warriors, wizards and everything in between for like-minded souls, willing to lend their service to bet

Years later after gaining the trust of many residents of Lore his deeds in battle against Chaos reached the ears of Swordhaven. He was awarded a medal of bravery and was commissioned to assemble a guild of adventurers that would wander Lore and help those in need. While assembling the group Lothalis learned of a crack that appeared that lead down into the core of Lore. Sensing chaos was at the front of this Lothalis set out to see if he could scout things out. Bringing Cataclysm and Disaster with him he delved down deep into the core, squeezing through the small passages until he found a chasm and fell deep into the unknown. Using a spell of

Lothalis was born in Mystcroft, the mysterious village in the mist whose path only opens up during the first full moon of October. He took to exploring the woods in his youth and learned how to remain silent and out of sight from the ghouls and other beasts that roamed the dark forest. It was here he met Grizelda, a witch who lived in a hut who sold potions and medicine to the village during the long wait for the path of mist to re-open. Grizelda took a shine to the boy as he, unlike most children, didn’t run away but rather observed her harvesting plants and eventually approached her and asked questions. Taking him in as an apprentice