I blacked out. I remember
nothing. I feel I have been places, held a kukri, felt blood dry and fasten it
to my hand.. but where, what I know not.
Is this the true awakening of the askha, the shared dream of all the
serpent folk? Was I controlled to slither with my ancestors as before ... : (
It worries me, I somehow know
it is now I either loose myself or soon ALL the knowledge of a thousand
thousand serpents shall be mine and I will know EVERYTHING.
I do not know how this will end
but my will is inhuman and my luck is ever strong.
I remember some memories, I am
not sure they are mine. But no longer do I question my choice, I KNOW the
bardic arts are the only option for rule.
Commitment to what one is is
the only way, I am no half class.
Martial professions AND professions
dedicated to casting (full casters) are merely the janitors. Its just full
casters are too egotistical to admit it blinded ever increasingly by their
ability to warp what they are pointed at.
Full casters are the toilet
spray that neutralises bacteria, Martials the mop.
In the bardic arts lie the real power - they find the mess, know what the
mess is, how each mess fits, lead others to it, network along the way, identify
the kit needed, tell others what they need who know nothing of magic, buy the
kit others need, sell the kit others don't, motivate their lazy bones, then kick back and watch their employees!
While others are on their knees in the muck: physical or metaphysical; their huming their fav tune with a smirk and sucking up the profits from the sweat of their asses(aka donkeys) backs!
They tell the stories and write the histories as well. They can keep their cash- others blow on spells or weapons (cleaners’ kit) to work for them. Their famous and others a mere footnote in their histories under w: warrior or wizard its much the same.. workers!!
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