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Seventy-two winters rest upon me, and though time has bent my body, my spirit still endures. The oak staff I lean on has been with me for decades, carrying the memory of every step and every spell I have cast. I was born in a riverside hamlet near Kugnae, a place long since lost to the Great Cataclysm. In my youth I served as a soldier, though steel was never meant to be my path. I turned to the study of the elements, and for most of my life I have walked as a mage, learning the ways of fire, wind, and water. The land itself has been my greatest teacher. In the mines, I felt the pulse of the stone. In the fields, I saw roots break through the hardest earth. On the cliffs beyond Kugnae, I heard the wind carry whispers from the soil below. Over the years, I learned not to command the world, but to listen to it. Age has taken its toll. My step is slower, my hands are scarred from years of channeling power. I have buried more friends and companions than I care to name, but their memory walks with me still. If age has given me anything, it is patience and the will to endure. This is what has guided me to the path of the Geomancer. I believe the earth does not yield to haste. Mountains rise and rivers carve their valleys not in moments, but over ages. Roots split stone though they move too slowly for the eye to notice. In the same way, I have learned that patience accomplishes what force and fury cannot. To walk this path is to accept that lasting change is slow, yet certain. My dream is to see balance restored to Nexus, so that when my time is done, the world will be steadier than when I first opened my eyes. I do not seek glory. I seek harmony. Until the day the earth dragon calls me home, I will serve. | |