A book, bound in black leather, lays before you on the side of the road. The lettering on the front, embroidered in red, silken thread, is in a language you are only half-familiar with; Koboldese Yip Yap, a bastard tongue borne from the ancient language of the dragons. Whoever wrote this was likely part of one of the few remaining Kobold clans that sparsely inhabited the underground tunnels and abandoned mines far from civilization. But evidence of one roaming freely was strange indeed. Strange enough to make you take a look inside.
Though you see a small, frantic-looking humanoid overturning bushes and darting nervously in a zigzag path towards you, likely looking for what you now hold, you have enough time to take in the hastily-scribbled writings locked away inside.
What lies within is the curious manifesto of an even more curious creature.
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Day 1:
I have successfully absconded from my prison. It is this day I will mark as the first day of my new life. For above ground I feel there is both momentous opportunity, and a chance to explore what was left untouched in me when I still served my Father with such vigor and love.
Brother Kyssl'narhhr attempted to stop me, but he had no idea who he was dealing with. Father Kreest ill-prepared his sons for me. Spending all of his time in his inane pursuits, leading our blind flock of sheep to demise with his dreams of…of Ascension, as he so fondly refers to it as. This nebulous concept that he preaches to us at all hours of the day, something only he was chosen for, that we, his children, were to support him with nothing to gain for ourselves.
Simple, minded. Simpleminded is what it is. Simplistic. Simpleclaw should be our family name, not Manaclaw. For if we are descended from the dragons of old, then we have become wretched and basic and simple in our pursuits. What dragon happily commits himself to servitude!?
Of course, when I came to this realization about the truth of Kreest's desires and our condition and spake it to my family, all of my brothers and sisters were too afraid to agree with me, though I know they know in their hearts I'm right. They have to, there has to be some remnant of free thought left in them. Some element of life, of self-preservation and desire. Something that warrants them to be conscious creatures deserving of a brain, rather than the automatons they play as for Father Kreest's amusement. Is there not some spark of liberty in them? There must be…but a spark, perhaps, left in a cage with a lock so complex that years of solitary rumination could not produce a key to unlock them for their own benefit. The flaws of this cage are so obvious, it could be broken with thought alone…yes, perhaps that is it. The cage I left myself in was broken when I thought. But my brothers and sisters do not think. They merely do. Do the bidding of a Father who does not even share our scales. How can they be so oblivious?
But what is the solution to this, what makes someone think? Perhaps for my brothers and sisters it is some sort of revolutionary tumult. But for me, it is simply not to care. As much as it breaks my heart…well, perhaps there is no true heartbreak here. Just a mild nausea, perhaps, knowing I was bred in those tunnels of ignorance, and spent 25 years of my life in servitude to a con artist. I have to ignore it…for I cannot help my family if they won't help themselves first. I must move forward alone.
Yes…I must resolve to make my own way, as painful as it is. Brother Neero, Sister Ssriyua, even righteous Kyssl'narhhr…someone's company would be nice. But they would only attempt to drag me back into my subservient ways of the past. Someone will attempt to force me under their wing, I full-well know it. They will take my mind hostage again. I cannot allow that to happen.
I'm trekking…north now? I'm not sure. I have rations, and a large book to hold my thoughts, to remind me of myself if someone does successfully destroy my defenses. I will use it to build myself back up again…there is a great hunger for myself within this empty void of my mind. I need more me inside of me. But I don't know what "me" is.
I will find me somewhere out here. Beginning with a new name. One that I tried to give myself, upon sneaking into Father's study and reading some of his history books concerning magic. It is someone else's name…but the sound of it on my tongue is just right. I will make it my own.
Ever watching, constant vigil
Silent Magus of Manaclaw Sigil
Urr'shree was I, with darkened sight
Ivacus am I, stepped into light.
I am Kaane OOC
Ivacus is the God of Exploration, Travellers, and Motivation
Powers
I: With a divine sense of direction, can find his way to where he or another wants to go in any situation, even places he's never been.
II: Can read the innermost desires and needs of those he speaks with for the purpose of motivating them into taking action.
III: Can operate any mode of transportation (ship/airship) no matter how complex, and tame any creature that can serve as a mount.