Lydia
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Post by Lydia on Mar 1, 2013 2:07:07 GMT -7
As it is not my business to personally interfere, I must instead relate to you a tale that I hope will be of use to you long after I have left this place, and am a simple memory to your townsfolk.
In the fiery land of Nex, which once was beautiful, many hundreds of years ago the Great Magician still lived. Though I am sure you have heard stories of the boundless greed of the two sorcerors, Nex was loved by the people of his land, for he was quick to please the people. He readily gifted them with golden trinkets he had gathered in his studies as a magician, and he would work wonders upon them and their lands when he spared a thought for the people that formed his kingdom. It is not bad to be beloved by the public, for love is a measure of trust, and any person who is empowered with trust is empowered to change the world that they walk upon.
Before he had become the man whose statues still tower over the harsh sands of our deserts, Nex was a traveler, much like a Varisian gypsy. The friends he had walked with were his sisters and brothers from battle and hardship, and to each of them he had sworn his life. After, when he became the magician and many of these friends simply made their place in life without fanfare, it seemed to him that the value of his life had been made disproportionate.
To offer it so freely was dangerous: anyone who serves as trusted ruler to a host of people must first owe their life to those people who follow them, and only second to family or friends. Still, Nex could hardly revoke his word or good intent, and it seemed very possible that his friends might one day have need to call in his promise and services to aid them in a time of danger.
So, rather than offer his life to anyone, the Great Magician dedicated himself to the design and perfection of a spell that could grant him life immortal, and transform him almost into a deity. If he could live forever, then he would, he reasoned, have life enough for everyone. When he transcended the mortality of living beings, however, Nex became something other than he had been. His people looked on him with fear, not just love, and his friends seemed reluctant to call in their favor, perhaps expecting that his services would carry a terrible price.
There are none who would dare say that the Great Magician was anything less than legendary among my people, even today, centuries after he disappeared from our court and left us to rebuild without him. There are none who can earnestly deny his power, prowess, and cleverness. There is no one who would challenge that what he did brought many good things to his country and his people.
Still, mustn't we wonder what his old friends thought, looking on him and knowing that he had taken on all the danger of eternity to protect them?
It is no easy feat to watch one's kindred-- by blood or otherwise--take up the defense of the world alone. I hope that you will make your best effort always to be the kind of person that knows to ask for help when it is needed. Let your legacy be the work you have done, and take care not to take on too much, as Nex did. You are better as a being of flesh and blood than a legend.
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