-Make no Mistake, Sorcerer's are in the Buisness of Murder-

The Sorcerer's Ordeal:
When I first awoke, the woman stood over me insulting.  "Fool, get up!  Do you want to die?"  I didn't understand at first.  My head swam, and my vision all but blurred.  This was the Ordeal, and in this moment I had nearly been laid low by the single blow of a Monster.  A monster that had once been human.  A monster, we had been sent to murder.  When the fight was over and I stood once again near my Partner.  She would smile to me, saying, "Perhaps you are not the fool I thought you to be."  The smile brought me a measure of comfort.  Though I had told her, she looked better angry.  She nearly killed me for this.  Despite this moment of respite from the Ordeal.  Little did I know it was the first, and last, time.  I would ever see her smile.  For a few days later, and various  assignments completed we would be given our final instructions in the Ordeal.  You see, the Ordeal, is what all Sorcerers must go through to enter Avalon.  The Society that facilitates, and manages our kind to do battle against monsters.  One thing rang true in my ears as he walked down the street, our instructors had made something crystal clear.  "Half of you will forfeit your lives in the Ordeal."  This is why I was careful to never become to close to my partner.  As we headed towards our destination.  We heard a scream, rushing to see what had caused the disturbance.  We found a woman dead, and surrounded by Monsters.  We engaged, yet the battle took longer then it should have.  We would have to finish our Ordeal on the morrow.  We sat near a fire to warm ourselves.  My Partner holding her arm, and sobbing quietly.  It was hard to tell if it was the Blight or an injury sustained as she had pummeled a monster long after it had died.  When I had tried to stop her, she reared on me.  "Do you want to die too!?"  She hd screeched.  No, I could tell.  It was the Blight.  The Price we Sorcerers pay for our talent.  I reached up and patted her back with my hand.  This seemed to calm her a bit, the rest of the night was uneventful.  The next day we finished our Ordeal, or so we had thought.  We had become quite adept at working as a team, and vanquishing the monsters before us was not much of a challenge anymore.  The words of our instructors made us realize what the final test was.  A true test of what it meant to be a Sorcerer.  Would I step over my ally's body to acheive my goals?  After all, we were to destroy monsters.  My Father was a Sorcerer, he had died fighting a monster, yet it wasn't the beast that laid him low.  It had been his partner.  I did not grieve for him, as he had me promise not to.  "Half of you will forfeit your lives in this Ordeal."  I knew a Sacrafice must  be made.  As I turned to look at my partner she had already prepared a spell, yet I was quicker.  I plunged my Dagger deep with in her heart.  She fell against me, setting one arm against me.  The Bloostlust finnaly fading from her, as I spoke the rites to Sacrafice her for Power.  My arms drew in her essense, her power, her magical talent.  And with it came the Blight, and the Bloodlust that she had bore upon her person.  I was a Sorcerer of Avalon now.  I had survived the Ordeal, and I had proven that I would do whatever it took to accomplish my goal.  I would do anything to stop the beasts from over-running this world.  Even if it meant it was the last time I would ever see a Friend smile.  Make no mistake, Sorcerer's are in the buisness of Murder.