Mysrin of the Quicklings

Some one hundred Human lifetimes the Quicklings, being much like the Faeries of today, they loved the mysteries of the Arcane. They were quite adept at what they did even though they had little patience for drawn out research and lengthy rituals, and often took shortcuts in their art. Unbeknownst to the Faeries however, Mircea did not take well to their improvisational techniques. Waiting was never their strong point, but what was soon to come would be much, much different then they could imagine. In a ritual used to bind a Wyrm to the village as a guardian, Mircea himself came down from the vortex and spoke to them. He said that they toiled and labored to foil what he had set forth, and had crossed the final threshold of his ire. With a pass of his hand, time seemed to slow to a crawl around them, and he laughed as he said they would live not knowing a settled moment until the sun drinks of the sea. Since then, few of them ventured out into the lands, as they did not wish to wait for any of the other races to finish a sentence, or the other races could not understand a single sentence they spoke. But soon curiosity got the best of Mysrin, as boredom usually does, and that is how he bumbled into Val Miran. For the better part of the day Mysrin wandered around Val Miran trying to keep himself out of as much trouble as possible. After he grew bored with the streets, he began poking about the buildings, and that is how he found the Battlemage's guild. Their guard didn't even notice Mysrin's tiny form quickly buzzing by, and soon enough he was roaming about the halls, looking at all the tomes and items of magic. Soon Fuzban, the guild leader inside the Halls caught Mysrin, and that is what got him curious, again. Fuzban caught him before he even had a chance to run. Mysrin never imagined that a Human, let alone an elderly Human could move so quickly. Mysrin had to know how he controlled the flow of time around him, and begged Fuzban to teach him. At first, Fuzban did not understand Mysrin's quickened speech, and told him to slow down, but still his words made little sense. So Fuzban cast another spell, this one to slow Mysrin's body. He had never known what it was like to see things as other Therans see them, it was peaceful. His mind was raging on twenty different things at one time, and he did not feel the urge to constantly be in motion or doing something. After Fuzban questioned him on who he was, and where he was from, he was taken in as an apprentice.