The road was long as a stranger wearing a dark red robe walked into the city of Tulome. He was looked strangely upon by the people as approached they hadn't seen magic in a good many years and since he was blessed by all the Gods in the realms his magic was being let known everywhere he walked. He hoped the Three that the gods had bestowed to join this mission In which the gods said that they would each have special powers that would aid or kill them as they endowed themselves to a live that only celestial beings had been known to undertake. The gods were to make the bards sing many praises to these people that had lived such hard lives. The stranger walked up to the main gate and waited as the guard shouted down. Once the gate opens he immediately notices the party that was to embark on the mission. He read one of their's mind, the dwarf, he believed.
"“Wrong you are young lass the gods have returned and have a mission for you." The stranger says to the party of a dwarf and two humans.
"If the gods have truly returned and you are a mage then prove it." The Lord of Tulome declared.
"Does anyone have a torch?" The mage asks. "Never mind I will make light without it."
Suddenly with a wave of the mages hand the whole castle lit up without a shadow even where there was supposed to be. The sky outside the castle was still dark.
After seeing the amazement in the eyes of the people along with the fear the mage waves his hands again and all returns to normal. Then turning to the three that he had originally come for he says
" Come with me you three..." pointing to the dwarf and the two humans, "We have much to discuss."
The mage then turns to the tavern and hopes the chosen ones follow.

Tyrael St. Elyssia was amazed at the mage's show of magic. He'd seen many things, even at the young age of 26, but nothing that compared to what he just saw. The castle lit up as if it were filled with daylight, even in the dead of the night. He didn't know much about the other two that had drawn the old man's attention.

Tyrael was a knight without an order. A hedge knight, one of the least prestigious "orders" of the land. He'd fought countless enemies and given healing to others in need, but magic? Magic was dead. Or so he'd been led to believe. Granted, he wasn't a paladin. Those orders knew more about the world than any mere knight, but still, there was something about the man, the stories that had been spread that had led him to want to follow him.

He glanced at the other two and shrugged. He pulled on his cloak against the cold night air and followed the mage out the door. A walk that would change the rest of his life.