The circumstance of my arrival was a blur, a foggy memory of heightened emotions and general lost meanderings, of a raven guiding me to shelter, and shocking realisations striking me harder than a hammer hits an anvil. My history in this realm was shorter than most others, my life before it I thought was leading to fulfilment, but when perspective is offered from another's eyes, my life was easy, my adventures truly uneventful, that is, until I arrived here. Science and logic were my religions, if I had claim to any, they guided me through my life, helped me carve out a career, a living, helped to feed my ever-growing thirst for learning, for answers, for reasons to everything.
So why was it that I found myself with the ability to take this form upon entering this world? Why was it that a god - or was it a herald? - bestowed upon me this gift, this treasure, this ability?
Was it so that I would ask more questions, learn more about them, before succumbing to the ultimate curiosity within me of seeking them out directly? Were they merely trying to lure me nearer, to draw me in closer, that I might fall prey to darker intentions, to more destructive forces than the attuned bond offers?
The beast gives a timeframe, and I allow his thoughts to bring me out of my introversion, the thoughts and internal interrogation that was best suited to occupy me whilst back at my lodge and room, where relative safety existed. A year, he says, and I wonder if the years here were the same as home - so far the length of the days were comparable. Then he calls himself something else, and the sharp increase in my curiosity is no doubt felt through the bond, as I ponder over the word Abandoned.
I had completed some readings, though not nearly enough to satiate me, and learned what I could from Jigano, and others who were willing to share their knowledge. I knew that Abandoned were magic-wielders of this realm, the wizards (or warlocks?), the mages. I knew their magic was tied to the elements, I felt like I knew so much and that there was yet so much more I still needed to learn about it all.
"Did you ask to be changed?" My next query extended, my thoughts wondering at what motivations would drive a person to seek and accept something so drastic, so monumentally and fundamentally altering, a gift that could only be bestowed on by an entity so powerful that they are called gods.
So why was it that I found myself with the ability to take this form upon entering this world? Why was it that a god - or was it a herald? - bestowed upon me this gift, this treasure, this ability?
Was it so that I would ask more questions, learn more about them, before succumbing to the ultimate curiosity within me of seeking them out directly? Were they merely trying to lure me nearer, to draw me in closer, that I might fall prey to darker intentions, to more destructive forces than the attuned bond offers?
The beast gives a timeframe, and I allow his thoughts to bring me out of my introversion, the thoughts and internal interrogation that was best suited to occupy me whilst back at my lodge and room, where relative safety existed. A year, he says, and I wonder if the years here were the same as home - so far the length of the days were comparable. Then he calls himself something else, and the sharp increase in my curiosity is no doubt felt through the bond, as I ponder over the word Abandoned.
I had completed some readings, though not nearly enough to satiate me, and learned what I could from Jigano, and others who were willing to share their knowledge. I knew that Abandoned were magic-wielders of this realm, the wizards (or warlocks?), the mages. I knew their magic was tied to the elements, I felt like I knew so much and that there was yet so much more I still needed to learn about it all.
"Did you ask to be changed?" My next query extended, my thoughts wondering at what motivations would drive a person to seek and accept something so drastic, so monumentally and fundamentally altering, a gift that could only be bestowed on by an entity so powerful that they are called gods.
Chulane
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