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That was the way of things in the dwarf realm for as long as anyone could remember, except with Emlirn.  Emlirn had a father, Dwedar, whose work on a particular bed was so very pleasing to him that he kept watch over the patch of dirt where his light spark fell.  Dwedar spoke to the patch and would set his wonderfully made bed up beside the slowly forming dirt patch and sleep by it every night.

Nobody knows if it was because Emlirn was especially slow growing for no particular reason, or if it was because Dwedar devoted so much of his free time to talking to him, but Emlirn stayed in the ground for exactly ten years!  Most dwarves would dust themselves off and begin work anywhere from one to four years after the light spark planted them.  Though, dwarves didn't really know how long it took since none of them cared to pay that much attention.  Dwedar was the first real father any dwarf ever had and because of this Emlirn felt loved in a way that no dwarf before him.  This gave him a sense of kindness and caring for others.  Most dwarves weren't selfish per say, they just went about their work and devoted themselves to their tasks.

Emlirn's kindness and caring for others changed the whole dwarf community.  For the first time in the history of dwarves, they stopped and took notice of things other than their own work.  This didn't cause them to adopt the sense of caring and kindness that Emlirn had, but instead caused a sliver of fear and doubt to creep into their hearts. 

They were still relatively benevolent creatures overall, but they started to talk about how Emlirn didn't belong.

A small rebellion broke out among the dwarves and grew, the rebellious dwarves no longer worked, but instead they plotted a way to get rid of Emlirn because his difference changed their way of life.  No dwarf had ever been killed, ever.  Dwarves simply lived a few hundred years and then when they were ready to die, they simply fell apart becoming a pile of dirt and were no more.  But the rebellion changed the hearts of some dwarves, the sliver of fear and doubt took root and became hatred.  Seventeen dwarves in total decided that the real problem was not Emlirn, but Dwedar and they took their tools and set about to kill him.

Kill him they did, but at such a great cost.  Each of the seventeen who took the life of Dwedar were instantly turned to rock.  Their vile expressions frozen in plain sight to all who looked upon the rock.  Today that is where ring rock stands because time has eroded the forms of the dwarves away and all that remains is a lumpy ring around the spot where Dwedar fell to the dirt.  A reminder that dwarves should never kill another dwarf.

But that is only the tale of Dwedar and this is the tale of Emlirn.  As soon as the death of his father became known to him Emlirn knew he would be next.  Fearing his gifts of kindness and caring would be wasted if he stayed, Emlirn left the dwarf realm.  The first dwarf to leave an never return.  Emlirn was unaware of the dangers of the wild world and first came upon a Minotaur battle camp.  He was unaccustomed to other creatures but his kindness and caring made him naive and trusting.  Emlirn walked into the largest tent and found a table of lavish meats and drink.  As he reached out to take a bone with some cooked meat he did not recognize, he heard a roar so loud and fierce that he fell over.

Emlirn tried to talk to the large beastly creature who loomed over him, but he soon realized that minotaurs do not speak the tongues of men and dwarf.  Emlirn ran out of the camp looking back as he ran, and straight into the battle between greckles and minotaurs.  Now, this battle was actually a game played between these peoples and the day was a day of festivities. However, minotaurs and greckles are both grumpy warrior creatures, and to anyone who isn't a minotaur or greckle seeing what Emlirn witnessed that day, they too would mistake it for a violent battle.

Emlirn dodged between hooves and rock feet running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him.  Then he realized he wasn't running on anything at all, but was floating, being carried on a bed of light.  It was the pixies who saw the poor Emlirn and took pity on him.  They carried him to their secret land above the clouds and there he stayed for more years than he could count.

Emlirn studied magic from the king of the pixies and eventually became one of the greatest sorcerers the world of Midieville had ever known.  He remained in the pixie realm hearing stories of the various peoples below.  Knowing in his heart that one day he would be tasked with sharing his gifts of kindness and caring.  Eventually, he decided it was time to leave his adopted kin.  Emlirn set about to make peace with all creatures.

For hundreds of years Emlirn wandered the world learning all he could and helping different peoples of different races.  He felt compassion for the griffins when their kingdom was destroyed and personally dealt with Racl the vile dragon/griffin creature.  With all of Emlirn's magic and caring he could not turn Racl's heart around, so out of compassion for both Racl and the rest of Midieville, Emlirn placed a sleeping spell on Racl, one that would last for two ages.  When Emlirn learned of a young sorceress by the name of Iniquitie he took an interest in her and tried to teach her the values of kindness and caring.  His advice fell on deaf ears and Emlirn realized that Iniquitie would soon become a great evil in the world.  Fearing for the land and all the creatures and peoples he loved so dearly, Emlirn sought help.

Emlirn did not have long to search, for in the land of men he came upon a young sorcerer who seemed to have even more kindness and caring than he himself.  This young sorcerer was also searching for help to stop Iniquitie's evil.  Together they went to many different lands finding other sorcerers of goodness.  Eventually they were a team of 13 and they faced off against the sorceress Iniquitie.  By that time she had grown so evil and powerful that her own existence was tied with the world.  All of Midieville grew dark as she sapped the magic from the land and its peoples.  The young sorcerer was wise and cunning, and he decided that it would take all 13 of them working together to save Midieville.

Iniquitie had taken up residence in the magenta forest, using the magic of the trees there to create a palace for her.  With the powers of the 13 focused against Iniquitie, they were able to strip her of each of her spells one by one pressing them into the trees which became pages containing the spells in an ancient language.  When Iniquitie had been stripped hollow from her magic, she warned them that if they killed her the world itself would die.  The young sorcerer was aware of this and he had the other 12 grant him dominion over their powers. 

This gave him the strength to turn Iniquitie into a box and the 12 used their strength to force the pages of her spells into that box. The box was now the greatest book of spells, collecting all the most powerful and amazing magic that once had been free in Midieville.  Some magic still remained in the world and spells could be discovered on their own, but the spells within the book not only held magic, but evil and wickedness.  The box was given a new name, the Spellbook, and the book forgot that her old name was Iniquitie.

The world was shaken and reality itself unstable by the dreadful evil of Iniquitie and her spells.  The young sorcerer knew that the only way to combat this instability was that the 13 would have to keep the elements of reality in balance.  Names are powerful and if he were to speak the name of Iniquitie again it would set her free from the shape of the box.  The sorcerer renamed himself The Master Magician and with his new name he forgot his old name and the name of iniquitie.

The Master Magician gathered twelve trees, twelve jewels and twelve metals from all over the world and formed them together into twelve different staffs, each comprised of one type of wood, jewel and metal.  These staffs held within them the power of stability over one element of reality: Earth, Fire, Air, Water, Flora, Fauna, Weather, Time, Day, Night, Light, and Shadow.  The Master Magician gave a staff to each of the twelve along with a colored cloak and hat and finally a new name.  A strange name to the land of Midieville.  The twelve were no longer sorcerers, but wizards, the first wizards ever in the history of Midieville.  Emlirn became Marvin the blue wizard whose staff kept weather in balance.

Since each of the twelve were different races The Master Magician decided that they should all look after a race not of their own kind.  Marvin was given the humans to look after and he built himself a simple hut in the woods not far from the human city where he still resides to this day.