The Tip of the Spear

Soxta is a member of the newly discovered Void Elf faction. A descendant of the security forces of Illisadar, he was taught the duties and responsibilities of those who combat abnormalities spawned from the Void as well as how to handle the somber responsibility of caring for those who have succumbed to the insidious nature of the Void itself. Oftentimes, that care lead to eternal rest at the end of blade and bow, but care is care, even if considered brutal by normal standards. The council member of Dinen Grotto, or Silent Grotto in the normal tongue, designated Soxta one of the members of their tribe to go forth and investigate the modern races of Serin, along with warning others of the dangers of the Void and to eliminate the threat of those who are corrupted by it.

A Harsh Discovery

**Thwock! ** "Again!" Rang out the voice of his father, Gwathren. Blearily, Soxta wiped the sweat from his brow and staggered to his feet, the pommel of his training sword clenched tightly in his fist in spite of his fatigue. Sparks of electricity flared to life around his left hand as he slid once more into a ready stance and glared as his father stood at ease in front of him. "You must be able to split your focus between both the martial and the arcane if you wish to join the ranks of the Void Hunters of Dinen Grotto!" Gwathen suddenly grinned. "Of course there's always the Way of the Scholar like your mother!" Soxta paled and shook his head vigorously. "No thanks!" A hint of ozone permeated the air as the sparks flickered and suddenly faded from sight. "Blast it!" Focusing his will once more, he shook his hand and grimaced as a red glow denoting balefire surrounded his hand. A sharp gesture and the training dummy erupted in flames. Gwathen nodded in approval. "Good, next time don't forget your foot drills when releasing the flames." "Yes father." Soxta dutifully replied while gazing at the burning effigy. A sudden commotion drew near the entrance of the training field drew both of their attention. A handful of Void touched watched in silence as a procession of grim faced Void Hunters passed by carrying a shrouded figure. Reflexively, both father and son stiffened to attention and bowed their heads in respect for the fallen. Eyes darting towards the process, Gwathen spoke quietly. "Another fallen. This is what happens when you lose yourself to the temptation of the Void, Soxta. Are you sure of your path? There's no shame in turning away to walk another." A muscle twitched along Soxta's jawline as he nodded once affirmitavely. "Yes Father, I intend to honor our family just as you have." His father looked at him for a long moment, eyes searching. Finding what he was looking for, he nodded slowly. "Very well, son. We've got work to do!"