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Post by Leonida on May 11, 2023 22:41:57 GMT
A new letter is dropped off at the seemingly empty townhouse in Port Ffirst.
Beloved Father,
A boon has been bestow’d upon me by a hermit inventor from the southern forest. A gauntlet of wood, infused with magic suited for my True Self.
It is a mighty invention. For twice in a day, I can use it to strike my enemies with powerful force from a great distance away. It shall prove useful in battle against mages who could translocate themselves in an instant.
She craft’d it for me as thanks for retrieving her lost creations. She had been reckless in her disposal of her fail’d projects and the magic from these contraptions had seep’d into the forest soil, giving birth to a kind of unnatural, sentient undergrowth that is drawn to her inventions.
The artificer Mey Huffadin is heedless and dogged in the pursuit of her craft, but these are useful traits for an intelligent mind to possess.
I feel it close at hand now. My AWAKENING. I feel his name on the tip of my tongue… My True Self’s name…
Perhaps the next time you see me, I shall look back at you from the other shore.
L.
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Alex
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Post by Alex on May 11, 2023 23:18:00 GMT
You know what they say: recklessness is the mother of invention.
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