The Lore of Cleric Izible of the Wild

As Izible slowly opens his eyes, he squints as the rays of the sun slowly crawl through the tiny window of his dungeon. He gets up, and in his after-sleep daze, walks to his table of coffee. As he has done alsmost everyday of his life, he robotically swings into the motion of preparing himself a cup of caffeine-filled goodness that would jolt him into the official start of this day.

With his morning ritual complete, he sets out into the courtyard of his castle and proceeds with his mundane daily tasks. A swift flick of his staff to rustle the hard-to-reach loose leaves of each tree in the courtyard is his primary morning task. Sweeping the castle perimeter and tending to the animals of those in authority rounds out Izible's first few hours of the day.

Past noon, Izible would find himself in the training grounds, hopelessly going through the motions of conjuring up a spell with his staff. Each day, before training, he gazes upon the blue orb on top of his staff, a mysterious family relic passed on to him in his youth. He routinely places his hand over the orb, and asks that he finally realize his dream of wielding magic. But alas, each day would end in failure for good ol' Izible. He would find that he is simply incapable to conjuring even an ounce of arcane magic.

With his daily training complete, he returns to his dungeon, and reflects upon his day. Always the optimist, he constantly reminds himself, that one day, his dream of wielding magic will eventually come to pass. But in the meantime, he is determined to keep trying.

What shall be the future of dear Izible?

What fate lies in wait for this diligent young one?

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