“Extensive knowledge,” Zharoun replied, winking. “As the Sage of Trollweiss, I’ve had a hundred forty-three years to master the arts of ice magic. My brother and I were the best ice users in millennia; not since Zaros was there a man that could match our skills.”
“Who was your brother?” Daigan asked, and he could tell immediately that Zharoun was both expecting and dreading the question.
The Sage was silent for a moment, and only the crackling fire, glad to be free of the suffocating ice, was audible. “My brother and I were both very powerful magicians. As such, we were well respected, even from a young age. Over a hundred years ago, we were members of the Circle of Nine, a group of nine magicians that had incredible power. We resided in the Zamorakan city of Ak’Namozk, out in the deep Wilderness.”
“You’re a Zamorakan?” asked Artemis, suddenly on edge.
Zharoun laughed and shook his head, but it was a sharp laugh, almost painful. “No, I’m no Zamorakan. And I never was.”
“But…”
“Allow me to explain. My father was Thainzen, the ruler of Ak’Namozk and Dark Lord of Zamorak. When he rose to power, he took a wife from one of the noble families. He chose Miera, a woman of the Zorsara Clan. She gladly accepted his offer, and she entered his home. However, several months later, things took an ugly turn. When she was with child, the Zorsara Clan was discovered as practitioners of the Zarosian religion. They worshipped the old nemesis of Zamorak, the Emperor Zaros. This was a capital offense in Zamorakan society, so the members of the Zorsara Clan were rounded up and executed.
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