Tome of the Fatespinner
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 6:04 pm
Perhaps it was earlier in life than some when the gift was awakened in me, but awake it did. Like so many before me I was lost and blind, ready for the end. Whether it was so desperate as another, in the end of ends, it does not matter. If you have been marked for the gift, the gift will awake. From those who have been marked it is said to completely transform your world. I bear witness to this. Do not be fooled by fanciful words or let your mind spin in circles over sometimes deep, confusing truths. Everything you read here has been carefully crafted to bring you to your gift, if it is your destiny to be gifted.
Though I am but one voice among the army of the gifted, I promise I will speak what I can for each of you, whatever that is worth. For those of you awakened, welcome to my journey. Fear not, the Master wove your own story to this moment. I asked him to do so. Though I am still far away from home, you can rest easy, if only for a moment, knowing I am a blood brother. I have no idea what destiny has been written for me. I am but an apprentice and an apprentice I will contently remain, forever.
You see, the gifted, those marked and chosen, they are despised by most, sometimes tolerated if we continue to soil our souls in some way, but poison it is to give quarter where quarter should not be given. Among the gifted there are some, a few set aside to live a life in a unique struggle of their own, the sorcerer.
The very word causes magicians and alchemists, peasant and noble, savage and beast to spit in disgust. To be certain the revulsion is not without reason. Most gifted with sorcerous talents, whatever form the mysteries of destiny have written these talents take, are the most despicable worms who weave lies and darkness deep into the hearts and minds of the innocent. There are some, however, like myself, who have been marked and when we awake, we see the deplorable perversion that has torn this beautiful world apart, what it was, what it has become and what it should be. Few of us ever recover from that horror.
The moment my heart awoke, I sought apprenticeship. I am currently under the tutulidge of a very clever magician who has found a way to weave through the very fabric of time itself. It is a secret he guards carefully and for magicians and the learned I understand and respect that choice, but the sorcerer, we touch the world in a most deadly and perilous way. It is through sheer will that we reach deep into the truths of reality and wrench the wild passions inspired by true beauty hidden deep within the secret places of the soul. We tear them free and then bear them to what purpose we choose. History has shown what darkness has been wrought by the wicked with sorcerous talents.
Still fewer bear a rare mark, a mark so rare, a gift so precious that even those in other places fear their lives. It is the destiny of these rare creatures to weave the story of time. Welcome to the Tome of The Fatespinner.
Though I am but one voice among the army of the gifted, I promise I will speak what I can for each of you, whatever that is worth. For those of you awakened, welcome to my journey. Fear not, the Master wove your own story to this moment. I asked him to do so. Though I am still far away from home, you can rest easy, if only for a moment, knowing I am a blood brother. I have no idea what destiny has been written for me. I am but an apprentice and an apprentice I will contently remain, forever.
You see, the gifted, those marked and chosen, they are despised by most, sometimes tolerated if we continue to soil our souls in some way, but poison it is to give quarter where quarter should not be given. Among the gifted there are some, a few set aside to live a life in a unique struggle of their own, the sorcerer.
The very word causes magicians and alchemists, peasant and noble, savage and beast to spit in disgust. To be certain the revulsion is not without reason. Most gifted with sorcerous talents, whatever form the mysteries of destiny have written these talents take, are the most despicable worms who weave lies and darkness deep into the hearts and minds of the innocent. There are some, however, like myself, who have been marked and when we awake, we see the deplorable perversion that has torn this beautiful world apart, what it was, what it has become and what it should be. Few of us ever recover from that horror.
The moment my heart awoke, I sought apprenticeship. I am currently under the tutulidge of a very clever magician who has found a way to weave through the very fabric of time itself. It is a secret he guards carefully and for magicians and the learned I understand and respect that choice, but the sorcerer, we touch the world in a most deadly and perilous way. It is through sheer will that we reach deep into the truths of reality and wrench the wild passions inspired by true beauty hidden deep within the secret places of the soul. We tear them free and then bear them to what purpose we choose. History has shown what darkness has been wrought by the wicked with sorcerous talents.
Still fewer bear a rare mark, a mark so rare, a gift so precious that even those in other places fear their lives. It is the destiny of these rare creatures to weave the story of time. Welcome to the Tome of The Fatespinner.