06-29-2023, 02:06 AM
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"This tower yet grows with purpose. This Obelisk has grown more and more.
I see visitors every day; I have a Familiar that tends to it every day. A second, if a bit distant, meeting grounds of Skarnfel.
A garrison of our allies- I do believe we would call ourselves allies- of the Crimson Keep.
My library grows. I, grow.
...
Why am I not satisfied?
Is it because I aim too high? Is it because making this tower a rival to Aetius is a fool's errand?
Am I treading the wrong path?
...
No.
It is not my folly; it is not my end.
My goals are still out of reach, yet step by step, we approach them.
Now that I am a Kaor, now that I am free of that cocoon, I can exert my strength all the same.
The sons of men know this.
My kindred know this.
I know this.
...
But will I understand?
...
Yes.
And all will be understood in due time, when I continue to push forth.
All will be grasped and held onto, as I reach outwards, clutching for the ideal of that all-knowing state.
All will know my name.
By scorn or by reverence, I will burn with my outstretched wings in the sun's rays.
Anything to sunder these skies."
I see visitors every day; I have a Familiar that tends to it every day. A second, if a bit distant, meeting grounds of Skarnfel.
A garrison of our allies- I do believe we would call ourselves allies- of the Crimson Keep.
My library grows. I, grow.
...
Why am I not satisfied?
Is it because I aim too high? Is it because making this tower a rival to Aetius is a fool's errand?
Am I treading the wrong path?
...
No.
It is not my folly; it is not my end.
My goals are still out of reach, yet step by step, we approach them.
Now that I am a Kaor, now that I am free of that cocoon, I can exert my strength all the same.
The sons of men know this.
My kindred know this.
I know this.
...
But will I understand?
...
Yes.
And all will be understood in due time, when I continue to push forth.
All will be grasped and held onto, as I reach outwards, clutching for the ideal of that all-knowing state.
All will know my name.
By scorn or by reverence, I will burn with my outstretched wings in the sun's rays.
Anything to sunder these skies."