Legends of Belariath
Rilomos
Rilomos was born into the way of the magi, his parents, one from each side of the tracks, one priest and one warrior tried to raise him as equally as they could, not straying to far into one or the other aspects, trying to make him something that could see the positives in all things, as well as the negatives, to allow him to make the best choices for his life. And all was well for the first 18 or so years of his life, till his parents were both killed on the land below on a mission for the High Priest.
From that point on Rilomos withdrew into himself, not caring about anything else but his own petty sorrows and wallowing in self-imposed anguish and turmoil, and letting the world simply pass him by for two years, not looking outside his own small sphere of pity and ignoring everything that had been taught to him by his parents and his race.
Upon reaching his 20th birthday, he pulled himself together for a moment or two and thought he'd try to slip back into society, his first steps outside the home a little unsteady till he centered himself, and then he moved towards the centre of the town, nods from his parent's friends, some words of consolation coming from them, and then he almost ran into one who didn't move. Jarquin, his friend of sorts, stood there, weapon in hand, demanding a fight for some incident that had happened almost 10 years ago, frightened to do so by Rilomos's parents status, but now they were gone, he was able to do as he wanted. Rilomos looked up at him, shook his head and turned away, not in the mood for this and just wanting to get home and back into familiar territory. He sensed the blow and dodged, the sword digging into earth as he looked around. He pleaded with Jarquin to stop this foolishness, but the male wouldn't listen, and kept on lunging and attacking, forcing Rilomos to defend and dodge, then a slice through cheek, blood dripping to the ground and Rilomos stopped running, pulling himself together he pulled together energy and let slide a spell of his mothers, forcing Jarquin to face his own fears and the man stopped, pausing, sword slide to ground as he burst into tears and Rilomos fled the scene before the spell expired. Running without any idea of where he was going.
And so it came that he ended up in one of the nearby temples, bowed on knees and offering a prayer to Morpheous for guidance. A priest overheard this and smiled softly, a recuruit needed by the High Priest to do something for them, and knowing Rilomos's history, he would be perfect, and so a conversation was struck up, and Rilomos was told of the pilgramage to go on, to explore and learn more about the world below, to lend himself to the petty squabbles that might happen and to improve himself through learning and knowledge.
And so Rilomos packed up his items and left his home, leaving behind all those memories of happy childhood, and that fight and made his way to the country of his pillgramage. Taking his time to slowly explore and make his way through the land, learning little bits and pieces as he moved from town to village, from village to city. His mind slowly absorbing all he could from everyone he passed by, musical knowledge, ability to craft items from various materials, general good manners, and most importantly, arcane knowledge, although none of it was useful to him for casting, it was good to know the limitations of others, in the chance it could be used at some point. And during the course of his travels, he heard tale of a place of power and knowledge, of a place that wildest dreams could come to life and be made reality.
And so with those thoughts in mind, and directions on a map in his posession, the Magi made his way towards Nathalion and the idealistic landmark known as The Lonely Inn.....