Sniddster     Created on Saturday, 17 January 2009 19:06  
  Sniddster  
 
       ...Passion or obsession? I need magic, I need knowledge... nothing else matters...

      My first memories are of living... living in the wild in solitude. I was one, maybe two years old? Who knows... how could I know, I don't even know how old I am? But why, and furthermore how did I even manage to survive? Am I somehow special, or am I just being egotistical? I don't know...

        From what I recall I lived alone in the wild from birth until the age of maturity. I've always held an acute interest in magic but utilize abstract methods of casting. This may be because I was never taught by any Mage tutor or guide, I learned magics on my own, surviving in the Woodlands that lay west of Nagnang. I remember how terrified I was of all the people when I first made my way to Nagnang, I had followed a young man who had been farming in my Woodlands. I had seen him there multiple times and my curiousity eventually got the best of me, wondering where he had come from.

         Unable to speak their tongue, the citizens of Nagnang seemed rather apathetic of me, just another uneducated peasant they'd think. It was irrelevent though, much alike to how a toddler first speaks, slowly the language grew on me. Quickly the career of a Mage had enraptured me, it was so invigorating, practicing magics, manipulating and advocating power over other creatures. I'm by no means a malevolent man, but the power of magic is too much, I can't stand to live without it. A quiet but efficient Mage, I was invited to various parties and heard from virtually all of them tales of the magics of the Totems. Ju jak... it was amazing... something with that much magic. So much I could learn.

       And so it came to be that I devoted myself to Ju jak, studying under him for many years. Over the years I gained much information regarding the kingdoms and the known and unknown magics that existed within them. But there was something beyond all of this, something I was missing, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was almost as if, in moments of lucidity, I wasn't even myself. I knew things I couldn't possibly know, I did things I couldn't possibly do...

       Further studying Ju jak, I finally figured it out... palingenesis... I was... I was a vessel for Ju jaks reincarnation. That had to be it, it would explain everything, the seeming possession, the intense interest in Ju jak, Maging, and magic in general. No... ugh... I don't know. I don't know who I am, I don't know what I am, what does it matter? All I am certain of is that I need to know more.

        I need to understand the art of Maging, to every degree. Never allow yourself to be confined by the typical method, what your taught. Never allow yourself to become so arrogant that you don't believe you can learn more. Pride, reputation, ego, royalty, mudblood, nothing matters except the truth, true knowledge and true magic. I'm not evil, I'm not good, I am merely a magician.

-Sniddster