The Legend Of Oz The Caster – The White Tower


“The Legend Of Oz The Caster 

by Doragon


CHAPTER II – Departure

CHAPTER III – The White Mage Tower

Traveling to ‘The Key’, home to the Four Mage Towers of Thay, would be a three day journey.

Fortunately it would be Grasslands, so the traveling wouldn’t be too tough, but that doesn’t mean I won’t encounter creatures and/or travelers.

But it was just me and my snow tiger cub, Sherwood, and though I apparently have innate Magical abilities, I have not mastered, nor truly harnessed them…

…which is the reason I’m traveling to The Key, in hopes to become an Apprentice to one of the Four Mages, each in their own tower surrounding the giant lake.

Truth be known, I should probably hire a Mercenary to protect me for now, but I’d be very fortunate indeed to run into one along the way.

As I am not near a town, where a Tavern might deliver one.

On my first day of traveling, I came across two men that looked slightly shady…

Fortunately I was able to sneak by them while they got water from a nearby stream.

As it neared night, I also came across a Snow Leopard who was eating a recent kill, and once more was able to avoid an encounter.

That first night at camp, however, I would not be so lucky.

As I sat by the fire, starting to doze off, a rock flew into the camp, striking me on the side of the head.

I was bleeding, but otherwise ok.

Sherwood growled his little cub growl, but I suspect it did little good, as a screaming Goblin came tearing into the light!

I quickly grabbed my staff, and indicated that he should leave via body language.

He did seem to hesitate for some reason, perhaps it was my boyish charm, as I was only 19.

I put down my staff, and tossed him a piece of cooked meat on a stick.

He ate it, gave me a fierce glare, then traveled on.

I was lucky, (Oz looks at his hands), or perhaps he was.

The next day I ran into a Patrol of three swordsmen, who served ‘The Key’…

They told me I was heading the right direction, but had no information about where I might find a Mercenary, other than the Forest town of Dilee, some seven days away, or the Southern Port town of Jor, also about seven days away, both in the wrong directions.

Later I saw an enormous Mammoth, something I had never seen before, and I admit, the taste of the life of an Adventurer suddenly found its’ way in to my brain.

An Adventurer… Hmm

That night while I was dosing off once again while sitting at the fire, I heard a noise outside my camp.

I stood, staff in hand, “Who’s there?”

…but there was no reply.

I sat back down, when suddenly that same Snow Leopard wandered slowly into my camp.

Sherwood ran towards him right away, “Sherwood! No!”

Sherwood rolled on his back beneath the Snow Leopard, and started batting at his forelegs, as a kitten might do.

But the Snow Leopard didn’t seem to pay it any mind.

He instead just stood there staring at me…

An insane impulse hit me, and suddenly I sat the staff down, and sat back down at the fire…

…and then the most amazing thing occurred.

The Snow Leopard stepped towards the campfire, and as he did, he took the form of a man…

A white haired, yellow eyed, man.

“May I,” he spoke, gesturing towards the fire.

“Of course,” I replied, and he sat across from me.

“You are an interesting one…” he spoke.

“Thank you,” I replied, as I continued to cook some vegetables and meat on a stick.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, but he nodded no.

“A young man, traveling with a cub Snow Tiger, who does not flinch at a Snow Leopard turning into a man…” spoke the now man.

“I have read about your kind… Fascinating,” Oz replied.

The man smiled, “Then you’re a scholar?”

Oz laughed as well, “Not quite… I mean… Not yet.”

This got the man’s attention, “Ah, then you’re a Mage, heading to the Four Towers?”

Oz looked surprised at the man’s perceptiveness, “Yes… Well… I mean… I’m a Caster, yes.”

This puzzled the man, “A Caster?”

“Yes, you see, I’m not a Wizard… Yet… And I’m not a Sorcerer… Yet, but I do seem to have an innate ability to cast… Er… Magic,” Oz explained.

“Interesting… And you’re in need of a Mercenary?”

Once again, Oz was surprised, “How? Never mind, yes, I am in fact in need of some protection, as I am not an astute Caster, and thus, I’m kind of lucky to be alive out here traveling alone…”

“I’m your man… How much are you paying?” responded the man.

Oz seemed pleasantly surprised, “Well… In truth… I hadn’t thought on it… How about 25 Gold?”

The man seemed surprised by this amount, “Well then, that would buy you two weeks of service,” he reached arcross to Oz to shake on it…

…and so they did.




The Legend Of Oz – The Caster (Chapter II)


“The Legend Of Oz – The Caster 

by Doragon


CHAPTER II – Departure

That night, it was my uncle who found me, tied to a tree.

When I told him what had happened, he told me to go home, that he would deal with it.

My uncle was a intriguing site to behold.

6’ 3” with a longish dark brown beard, and a bald head.

And on his shoulder, a great red tail hawk.

My uncle then made his way to the woods after them, but I did not go home.

It didn’t feel right him fighting my battle…

…at least alone.

I followed a great distance behind him.

Though perhaps he knew I was there.

At some point he finally came upon the band of thieves camp.

There must’ve been a dozen or so…

They danced around, and sang drunkedly…

Each falling down, and/or passing out, at some point.

My uncle waited until the last one was out cold, and that’s when he went into the cam…

…but first.

“I told you to go home Oz…” he spoke softly, but harshly from the dark behind me.

“I know, but–” I started, but…

“Here,” and with thi he placed his great hawk upon my shoulder.

“Watch over him,” and then he made his way into the camp.

First he retrieved my sister’s hawk and sent it into the sky…

…second he released my cub Sherwood, who followed him out of the camp.

Just as we seemed like we were going to get away, two daggers plunged into my uncles back…

…and he fell to his knees.

“Run Oz,” with this I sent his hawk into the air, but several arrows brought it down to the ground from three of the other thieves who had awoken.

I stood there frozen, Sherwood behind me, as my brothers, who had thrown the daggers at our uncle, stepped out of the shadows.

“We’re impressed Oz…” said the first.

“Very impressed,” added the second.

I just stared at them in disbelief.

Meanwhile my uncle fell to the ground, breathing his last breath.

“You killed our uncle, for what, the gold you’ll fetch for the animals,” I spoke in pain.

“Yes…” the first responded as he removed his dagger from our uncle’s back.

“Sounds about right,” added the second as he did the same.

“Now leave the cub, and we’ll let you go…” spoke the first.

Suddenly there was a fiery glow coming from below my waste…

…it was my right hand, and I rose it up.

My hand was on fire… and yet there was no pain.

My brothers looked at one another, baffled.

“What’s this, you practicing in the dark arts are yah…” the second spoke.

Meanwhile the three other thieves place their bows on their backs, and backed away, heading back to their camp.

Beyond that, i’d rather not say…

But suffice it to say, a large fire started in the woods, and y brothers were burnt alive in it.

I wasn’t proud of this…

I haven’t truly dealt with it emotionally.

When I returned to my parents home, I explained everything.

My mother started to cry, and left the room.

My father patted my shoulder, then joined her.

My brother Aras, who had given me Sherwood, had retrieved y sister’s hawk.

“I’ll take care of him for now, Jeneai doesn’t seem all that interested…” he explained.

“I think you should go for a while Oz… Until this settles down…  Don’t need the other thieves coming for you, and endangering the family,” he finished.

I nodded, still in shock from it all.

“Here,” he gave me a pouch with 100 gold, and 50 silver pieces.

“Take Sherwood with you, he will grow into a formidable companion,” he said with tears in his eyes.

I knew that Aras was hurting, he’d lost our uncle, who was truly more like a father to him than our actual father.

Me leaving was the right thing to do.

I felt at peace with it.

But what I truly needed to do was travel to The Key, home to the Mages of Thay, and there become an apprentice.

And that’s exactly what I did.


The Legend Of Oz – The Caster



by Doragon

Oz was one of eight children…

The youngest.

His oldest brother, like his father, was a farmer.

And for it, they never went hungry.

And his oldest sister, like his mother, was a seamstress

They never went without clothing.

Next there was the twin boys, both of them together turned to thievery…

…and were banished from our home at the age of 12.

My sister below that was very quiet…

I suspect she felt like she never belonged…

As I feel about myself.

My next brother is an Animal Trainer…

He traveled far and long at a very young age, learning about all sorts of animals…

…he accompanied my uncle who was a renowned hawk trainer.

In fact, it was this brother who returned with a gift for both me, and my next sister.

For me, it was a wild cat cub…

A tiger who I named Sherwood.

And for my sister, it was a hawk.

Now my sister, mainly interested in girlish type things, like…


Left it in its’ cage.

But when she was out with ‘boys’, I would take it out, and travel into the nearby glades with both Sherwood, and my sister’s hawk.

I must’ve seemed so strange.

But one day, as I took a rest from running, and play…

The hawk on my shoulder, and Sherwood laying some three feet from me, someone entered the glade.

More than just one…



And amongst them, all carrying great nets, were my twin brothers.

As I snacked upon a ripe piece of fruit, Sherwood suddenly made a slight growl…

…but before I could react, all three of us, the hawk, Sherwood and I were captured in these…


Tied to a tree, I begged for my brothers and their band of thieves not to take them…

…but they laughed, and disappeared with them into the surrounding woods.