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| Malanthius |
Posted - 27 Jul 2003 : 16:19:22
Please milady, do come in, the fire is warm, the company is quiet, and the shadows are plentiful.
I must admit my continued surprise you would venture once more from far evermeet merely to hear my long winded history, but you've come, and i might as well grant your request.
It seems an absurd undertaking to me, tracking down "the most powerful mage in all the realms". For starters i'm not, and seconds, there's an inherent rule about the aforementioned fellow. If you really were intelligent enough to become the most powerful, would you really be so stupid as to tell someone about it?
No madame, i am not implying elminster or kelben, or the witchqueen of algarond are foolish, stupid, or ignorant, i am simply saying that contrary to popular belief they are not the next best thing to gods.
Me? No, i am not powerful. Yes, i've been around somewhat longer than most, seen many things rise and fall, come and go, but i make no claims of "power".
I don't really understand the term anymore truth to tell, though for the longest time in my youth, i thought i did.
Would you hear of it then?
Believe it or not, the world was actually young once. At least much younger than it is now to my eyes. Picture if you will a world covered in forests never touched by elves. Where great creatures walked that made dragons dimunitive, and the masters of that place blood, ran cold...
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| Malanthius |
Posted - 27 Jul 2003 : 20:41:16
The fire is so warming isn't it? Simple things, having a place for a fire, and a chimney to let the smoke out. Simple ideas, brought about by nessesity. So why does it still seem strange to me that my former masters never had them? Not that such things in the end would have changed what happened to them, but it does cause one to wonder...
I haven't been truly clear up to this point have I? I've spoken truthfully, but only in riddles of images that still remain in this fragile thing I use in place of a mind.heh.
To put my Mistresses' race in perspective for you, are you familiar with the lizard folk, or perhaps the Saurians that inhabit the Chultan penninsula? Yes? Good. That's a start. The great ones, the old ones, those that came before and foremost, used the lizard folk and saurians ancestors as slaves, and servants, and more often than not, a food supply.
Those of old were as far different from the lizard folk as your kind are from the humans.
Their race had dominated the world for aeons unending. A scope of time i can't even begin to grasp,a drop is my lifespan to it. Can you imagine? To be so secure, so undeniable in their superiority to all other life? There were rivals of course, the avians, the giants, the dragons, and occasionally the old ones played games with the forefathers of men.
She who owned us was great even among her equals. She was worshipped by thousands of her kind.
Hmm? Oh yes, their gods.
They didn't have any. Or perhaps didn't know any. Their magick, their power, the forces at work in that world, are not the same as those in this one today. Life and Death were meaningless terms to them. They didn't,couldn't understand those concepts, that something could end.
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| Malanthius |
Posted - 27 Jul 2003 : 16:58:44
It shocks you doesn't it? I can see it in those sparkling things you use for eyes. Yes, there were forests without you and yours milady. Not as beautiful perhaps, but oh my, so much more, "free".
Free. I love that word, no matter the language, you'll find it in every one. Every last connotation or meaning included along with it;including the final truth of it, no one truly is.
Please! Please, let me explain myself before you turn a simple story into a debate!
When i first , well, WAS; that simple concept would have been meaningless to me.
Like most, i do not remember my birth (and in hindsight severely doubt if what actually 'caused' me would even be equivalent to that process)nor anything like the child hood most races these days seem to be so enamored of. Pain was with me in that time without time;pain,lack of it, and occasionally, satisfaction.
I was a hound. I was never canine, nor wolf, but i did hunt, and i did track, so the word suits me. One among many,best among many. We were together, but not alike. Our task was the same, but never our means. They were of colors, of wings, and legs and teeth. Shapes that do not fit into the words of this beautiful tongue we now speak. All, all, for her.
Her's was a mind beyond any I have met, then or since. Colder than her own blood, in it's calculations. I've no doubt she made us. Perhaps intentionally, perhaps not. But through and through we were hers. The hounds of the mistress....
Have you ever had a pet? A wolf perhaps, a panther? A mouse?
Ah. Did you ever try to teach him tricks? Rollover, or fetch? Did you ever wonder how many tricks he could learn? I learned tricks, such as would shock and amaze.
Tricks made me better than the others. Tricks to seek, tricks to catch, the better to kill. Those were the easy ones. Harder the tricks to best the others, to make them have less food, less sleep, less anything that would give me more. 'Twas tricks that made me more than a hound. In the end, it was them that allowed me to survive her.
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