The 11th Quest

To call Arkan's childhood rough would be an understatement.

When he was seven, a tragedy befell upon him. His village was utterly destroyed and burned to the ground by a group of bandits. That was his first time experiencing a near-death situation. His parents and the other villagers all went down in the battle, and he was the lone survivor. He made a promise then. A promise that he would avenge those who had fallen in battle.

He had his second experience of a near-death situation when he almost drowned in a strong water current. Rescued by a hermit who chose to walk the path of deep magic, he apprenticed himself to the hermit in pursue of magic affinity.

Ten years spent for studying magic had passed before the second tragedy befell upon him. This time, the tragedy didn't manifest as a terrorist attack, but rather as a witch cult attack. The hermit stood and fight, but all that he managed to reap was time. Just barely enough time for Arkan to escape and live. Although he had learned spellblade magic, in the end, it was all useless if he couldn't even protect what was dear to him. He made an oath then. An oath to never again let anything dear to him stand in harm's way.

Driven by these two promises, Arkan traveled Elodion in search of allies who would help him in taking down the evil in this world. His motive was simple; to never let anyone else experience the same pain that he had gone through. For that, he created a group. One where his allies would have the same motivation as him.

Named in honor of the highest level of magic a spellblader could learn, the group's name was

"The 11th Quest"