Spyro Scrufflebutt

In his early years Spyro played and revel with family and friends, he especially loved to play practical joke with his sprite friend (Mixit) on the noble Eladrin of Sildeyuir. They would always know when the Eladrin had had enough of there practical jokes as the Eladrin would blast them with powerful magics but never hit (the Eladrin would miss on purpose and it was just cantrips, hey when your young it’s powerful Magics). Spyro at a young age loved to talk to plants and sometimes inanimate objections, they never spoke back but Spyro did not care and sometimes it help him to make a decision.

When Spyro was finally able to cast spells of his own he join in on the “Ma Da Ebby”. This was where young fey would practice there arts of spell craft. Each day was split into 3 stages, the theory, the practical and the party. The theory was boring and most sleep through some of it. The practical side saw teams battle each other with attack cantrips, Spyro loved eldritch blast which was a rare cantrip for this area as most tended toward fire bolt and ray of frost. There was only two rules in the “Tag Matches” never kill and always heal the ones you hurt (yes ever so often someone would go a little over board and be fatally injured but the instructors did have access to powerful spells to heal or bring them back to life.) as punishment you had to be the slave of the one you fatally injured at the party. Mind you some fey volunteered to be slaves at these parties. Once you where knocked out you moved to the none combat spells.

yes the party, all the revel were long, loud and whimsical. A lot of fey were late for theory after a party. At the party there was lots of music, dancing, food and drink. The food was fit for the gods, on occasions one would swing by to party.  The drinks were a special mix of different nectar that created a euphoric sensation in the one that drank it, none of which contained alcohol.

Spyro had a secret which was keep from the others, only one instructor and a very close friend knew about. Spyro didn't see why as he was proud of it but the instructor insisted.

Then came the night that would change Spyros's life forever, the Fomorians from the Feydark attack, the day and started like most the theory, the practical and then party time. It was during this the the attack happened, all the young casters and warriors were moved to a secure area. They were told not to come out until it was all clear but Spyro and Mixit wanted to see what was happening and both sneaked out. They could not find anything at first so Mixit flew open the top of a building for a better look. While Spyro waited a fomorian walked around the corner carrying a club which draped with blood, it smiled “another squishy one”. In fright Spyro let off a eldritch blast and ran. He knew he hit but he knew he was being chased. He ran down a passage leading to a door and that door lead to the safe area that the fomorian could not get to. Spyro did not know the door was locked because of the attack so was now stuck between a locked door and fomorian. Spyro knew he was screwed so just fired blast after blast as the fomorian walked closer, each blast only having a small effect. He closed his eyes as the fomorian was about to strike and did not see Mixit fly up behind the fomorian and stab it in the head killing it. Spyro eyes still shut was still firing blasts in the direction of the fomorian. As the fomorian dropped and Mixit was dancing in circles, Spyro opened his eyes wondering why he had not been hit. Time seemed to slow down at this point, the last blast Spyro sent missed the falling fomorian and hit Mixit in the back as he danced and did not see it coming. As Mixit fell to the ground, Spyro could here someone screaming but could see anybody (later he was told it was him screaming). When he finally could move he fan to Mixit and used all but limited healing on him, sadly it was not enough and Mixit died in his arms. With tears flowing down his face and yelling for help, he did not hear or see the 2 figures approach. He did feel the pain on his head as he was knocked out. As he pasted out he heard the voices”leave it , we only want the spirit” then laughter”yeh he is more of a danger to his friends than we are”. It was 2 days before Spyro woke up, he had been found and placed in his bed to recover. Dueling this time a search party had gone looking (5 spirits had been taken) for the kidnapped spirits. They were found on the second day, there wings had been cut off and used in a ceremony to summon something, none of they knew what. The body’s were dumped in a pile near by and try as they might none of the healing spells could bring them back. The bodies were brought back and given traditional funerals, Spyro could not bring himself to attend, he was the only one the knew what happen to Misit, everybody assumed it was the fomorians.

Spyro stayed away rom everyone for the next week and then began going back to Ma Da Ebby. he took little notice of the theory, was injured more in the practical (he never seemed to hit and jump in front of instead of trying to dodge) As for the Revel, he skip. His instructors were getting concerned as Spyro had to be brought back twice from Fatal injuries. The instructor and a few of those training with him were concerned as he showed no emotion since the night of the attack. Still not knowing the truth of Mixit death the instructors took it that he was still in shock (they had check through magical means to see if it was indeed magic that was effecting him and found nothing)) it was about a week later when Spyro tried to change the way he was feeling as the guilt and anger. (He had tried to speak to his instructor but could not bring the words to bear, the words which could have helped him which made his guilt grow) He was found by a trainee In a pool of blood, a dagger by his side and was move to the infirmary. He was watched by an instructor rest could come up with a plan to save him and to find out why he did it.

As far as Spyros’s could recall his entire life had been all about ultimate peace and ultimate pleasure, while he did not mind the latter; he was starting to get bored. There were only so many parties before even they became boring. Talking to the plants was becoming monotonous they always said the same things “nothing”. So one day while playing his pan-flute he overheard a couple of fey talking about a portal they went through and discovered all sort of strange, wonderful but sometimes dangerous people and lands. It was then he decided it was time for to find new and wonderful things to play with. He set off to find a portal found a portal and jumped in but it did lead to the plane he was aiming for, he landed in the celestial plane. While it was a wonder it remained him too much like home. As he wandered, trying to find a portal out of there, a golden unicorn flew towards him. It was the most beautiful creature Spyro had seen. As it landed “greetings Spyro I am Sairin and I have need of you but you must do so willingly and without hesitation, if so you will spend a year and one day of service before you can leave” Spyro greeted, it just felt so right. So for one year, he worked hard at times, at times he hated Sairin but most of the time he loved Sairin. On the one year mark Sairin sits Spyro down “it is time for you to decide if you wish to still serve me or return to your home, if you serve me I will allow a small part of my power to flow though you in the form of a pact” Spyro thought about it “I will serve” For the next year Spyro learned how to use the power given to him and at the end of the year, Sairin told him that he needs to go to a place called Dire-Arch on the prime material plane. Sairin plane shifted him near in the woods, as he came out a group of humanoids were being attack by some goblins, he jumped in to helped and then just followed them to Dire-Arch. The final echo in his head "you are there to help the people, expect no reward"