I don't like writing letters in response to things like these, but I figured I might as well put my two coppers in.
Travance is one of the best places I have ever been to. Best is hardly a descriptive word, but it fits. Despite my initial hesitation to reveal myself as a wild mage, it has been one of the few places where I haven't been persecuted or feared for my safety because of what I am. It has been a safe haven for me and others of my kind. It has been a place where I've known camaraderie, friendship, and family I never would have thought I would meet. It's with this that I say that I truly love this land. But the land is nothing without its people.
While many of us harbor many mixed feelings towards Klarington Everest, it is in his words that Time ends when there is no one left to experience it. So to, must be Travance - without the people who found its backbone, its hands, or its head, so shall Travance find its own end, too. There are those who hunt necromancers for the fact that their magic erodes the Weave little by little, and there are those who try to prevent others from learning such an art. Let that be a metaphor for finding zeal against those enemies of Travance who seek to weaken us by slaying one innocent subject at a time, lest our victories be nothing but Pyrrhic in nature - and if you want to stop the black arts used by encouraging others to study more constructive arts, even more rewarding is making peace with those Travance once called foes.
There was a man who came up to me, his name was Ezekiel. His sister, Delilah, was a healer. She was reported to have gone missing after looking a little sick. I had to tell him that his sister, in all likelihood, was dead. Imagine then, that not all of the monsters we fought were healers who willingly turned themselves to Malyc's fell power in turn for greater strength. Imagine then, that those turned unwillingly had comrades, friends, and family who were not knowledgeable or strong enough to save them, and that they now have to live with the memory of a missing person in their lives. Imagine then, they see us adventurers being able to heal the people who had the same affliction, yet did nothing to aid their loved ones. This is the reason why Winifred and Maggie and so many others make such Faustian pacts to give them the power to take revenge on us.
In this place, things once thought impossible do tend to happen, but remember the bodies that end up by the wayside. We stopped a demon lord from turning Arawyn into a hellish landscape, yet in the process, Glangsdale - the land in which I grew and called my home - was almost completely destroyed, in addition to the ruin of many other civilizations on Palmydia. We slew the most powerful vampire in existence, yes. I think most of you still remember the cost of that battle. We found artifacts of lost gnomish science, and yet those who bore them through the Gates of Passage all perished in the few, horrid hours that languished after their final journey. Hells, I can sing spellsongs! But alas. the very same woman who made that possible gave her power and her life to save all of Travance later that same day. I had known only for a brief while, but if you think I wouldn't give that power back if it would bring her and her daughter back to the world of the living, you couldn't be more wrong.
Just remember that the battle that is only truly won is the one that never started.
~ Knight Morgan "Sindarion" Sinclair
[strike]Vagabond[/strike] Harper
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Steven Sebastian Amore
