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`a note is tacked to a board thick with parchments` Clan of the Lost Kingdom, First, thank you to the clan and to my guide, Shessomaru, for allowing me to be apart. Being new, and giving me your trust I will, in turn, offer you my trust by way of my past. In the deep history of my lands, there is a legend of an item made from material not of this world; a relic of the world below.It is said to grant immense power at great cost. Power to conquer lands, lay kingdoms low, converse with spirits. An item of deep legend, and not only of our lands. The tale of The Seed Eternal is known far and far again. Many have ventured to find it, and many have met an end. What end that is, none ever live to tell and none ever find the truth. We call it the Seed Eternal. "The Seed also hunts those that hunt for it." as I was warned when I began to ask about it. This warning came from my grandfather. He had lost his vision in some kind of horrific accident while questing after some such or another (he would never speak about that treasure and when asked would grow irritated and hastily try to change subjects) and where his eyes had been were now two hollows full of scar tissue. Something about that warning and those hollows staring back at me kept me from asking after it again, at least for a time. After my grandfather passed, and the memory of those scarred hollows began to fade, my interest grew again. It was almost as if the thing had been waiting for such a moment, and was now calling out to me again. I began to research it feverishly, seeking out scholars on the subject, reading whatever books or tomes there were the could give me a clue, anything that could even begin to lead me in a direction. It ended up all being conjecture as to what it really was, what little as known about it, basically everything I had already gleaned from my interactions with the scholars. One day, the keeper of the tomes of the local center of academics told me of an ancient text, well hidden, deep within the stacks. I did not ask how he knew of it or why he waited so long to tell me, and frankly did not care. As he brought me to it, my mouth went dry and my skin felt on fire and frozen all at the same time. Before he gave me the text, he warned me, and his warning echoed in my grandfather's voice: "The Seed hunts those that hunt for it." It was almost enough to shake me from my quest, but not quite. I nodded that I understood, but barely heard the old bookeeper. While entrance in the study of this ancient text, I was come upon by my father, who saw what I was reading and was enraged. "After what your grandfather went through questing after that damned thing. After all the warning, after the pleading before he died that you would absolutely leave this issue alone, I find you deeper in it than ever?! Give me that scroll, boy and put that wicked thing out of your mind." An odd feeling came over me, and I became obssesed with the text, so much so that I would have rather died than give it up. As my father reached for it, I struck out at him and landed a blow to his head. He reeled and that shocked look was all I needed. I turned and left. "You are a coward, old man. I will find it, it will be mine and I will brave whatever peril I cross in search of it. This is what I was meant for father and I wont let you stop me." And with that I left my home. My studies led me here, to the Kingdom of the Winds. And it is here I will continue. Whether to find it here or to learn and seek elsewhere, is yet to be seen. I will brave whatever storms may come and I will find what I seek. I will find the Seed Eternal. -|_ogen | |