Berig     Created on Thursday, 21 July 2005 15:20  
  MaCaveli  
 
   My earliest childhood memories start with my endless roaming of the wilderness. For years I would hike the entire landscape, gathering as much knowledge as humanly possible. Many things intrigued my mind, and caused me to set camp in the vicinity of the phenomonon, study it as it grew, changed, and unfolded it's secrets. But of all the things I have ever studied, the most interesting, the most beautiful, would have to be the flowers. It took me many years to find, and study as many flowers as I did. As soon as a new flower would be found on my life-long journey, I would set camp, and take over a week to study it. I would study it's color, it's shape, it's height, mezmorized by it's beauty.
   I tried to keep myself in humanly order, trading some of the grapes and fruits I collected on my journey for furs with drunken barbarians when our paths crossed. Every stream and lake could not be untouched by my dirty hands to clean my possesions and take a short swim. Usually, this would result in a treat for me by the Gods, and I would find a small cove of land with a new sort of flower.
   After some years, surely over a decade, I eventually realized my dilemma. I was a single man, with not even a remote contact to the rest of the world. I was no fool, I knew there were large cities, towns, villages, armies ... but never before have any of them concerned the way of my life, until now. I realized that it was futile for a single individual to gather so much knowledge, since we are all condemned to an eventual death, and all my knowledge will be lost. I had very little on parchment, since I had no time to sit down and write, for there was too much to do, too much to observe. For days I hadn't moved, enraged to such a point that I was afraid I had turned into one of the barbarians I trade with. Why had I been so foolish as not to write? Now it is too late! Over a decade has passed without me so much as writing a sentance, I have forgotten how to properly do it. All my knowledge was in my head, but to me, it was unacceptable to have it all lost.
   I decided that I would find a young man in one of the cities, and pay him to write down my knowledge -- but what would I pay him with? -- irrelevant, I will find a way. I was still young, and had plenty of time, there was no need to rush, I simply changed my course and continued my life as it was, towards what I heard was a city, from a drunken barbarian who wouldn't stop babbling about the... "townies".
   About a year has passed since then, and I have never reached that city, instead, I found something much better, something that will fit perfectly with me, and Them. In Nagnang lies the grounds of the Mugatu. A patient group of dedicated people, serving the community with their endless knowledge of the lands.
   I have decided I will join this group, since we are obviously kin, and both I and They seek knowledge. We will both benefit from my being part of the family and I, am extremely blessed being part of such a wonderful group of family, the Mugatu.

   -MaCaveli