Chapter 2 : A Struck of Luck or Fate

Going west, between the curious Zemni fields and the wonder of the Marrow valley, lies a city of commerce and trade and one of the most recent conquests of the ever growing Dwendalian Empire, Zadash.

It’s been nearly two centuries since the fall of the Julous Dominion and the establishment of the new order of the line of kings of the Dwendal Royal Family and this once capital, now serves as a bastion of law, civilization and military might in the Marrow Valley, further enforcing the Empire’s dominance and influence on Wildemount.

Zadash is housing quite a few festivals from time to time. Since the Empire has a habit of financially supporting anything that will draw the attention of the people away from what really matters, this has made entertainment related businesses to bloom. Parks, theatres, circuses all have gained their fair share of reputation, funding and profit.

Within the crowd…

In the streets of Zadash and in the quake of one of those businesses, a young and intelligent boy was earning his keep as a performer, but his acts, involved magic, magic that this inexperienced prodigy had taught to himself with a mere few pages of a destroyed novice spellbook…He was very young, barely able to read a few words, but his talent was great and that drew the ire of a powerful visiting wizard who just so happens, was looking for a talent…her name, you wonder?…Well, this is a story for another time…

 Years have past, and this boy is now a handsome young man, trained in both martial and arcane arts by his mysterious benefactor. In his teachings, he acquired knowledge of a lost elven art, a series of sword and spell techniques than ancient elves used to perform to connect themselves with the weave around them and channel their magic to enhance their capabilities, known to only a handful of people as the art of bladesinging.

Besides being the only one known who could actually successfully perform this very hard sword techniques, Dante, was also exceptionally adept at this…