Suite 2
From Atlantic Roleplay Wiki
Title: Suite 2
Author: Ahuaeynjgqxs
when my dearest friends gathered in my honor, just because I was a cheerful fellow that inspired them to continue to fight against the darkness which I served in my youth. But do not be fooled, I did not teach them anything, they know full well what they are doing, and how to do it well. Take this metaphor again and imagine me as a water bearer for a thirsty community. But only because of this simple act my friends felt the calling to immortalise me, and the cause for much emotion. Well my friends, you who may read those lines ; I would break my back carrying cistern after cistern of water and die of effort, just to be allowed to witness your glory for one moment.
Never forget who you are, and this goes true for all you avatars, never forget that you are fighting for something of magnitude, of importance ! Always remember that your choices will be followed by the less conscious just like one follows in the footsteps of the leader of the march to avoid getting dirty. And always remember to honor the role of the woman amongst you, because their intuition will be your redemption, never let them once carry the water, or force their body in any way since their sensitivity is paramount. Even if they ask you to let them do it, you should refuse and push them aside, and make your effort noisy, so that they may understand the return of the balance in the sexes, and that we must each do our part to make it to the end of the path.
So yes, I think I was telling my story, sorry for the lack of linearity, this is not my forte ! I was a simple Avatar at some point, I seeked to become a great paladin and defend the virtues, my only wish was to be knighted by Lord British himself. But days went on, months even without him being even heard of... the town criers were silent as marble statues, was he on a crusade, was he preaching elsewhere ? Noone knew... so slowly I abandoned that dream, realising that I was pretty much unwanted, the royal guard was already the strongest force in the kingdom and I was but a young kid that everyone dismissed fearing to complacate themselves in the sillyness of heroism, oh, yes it had already begun back then, the age of pisces was showing its weakness, good fish would rot on the market and people would kill perfectly healthy animals able to labor for the pleasure of eating bloody flesh.
That is what I call a blow to the ego, which thinks itself so apt to categorise everything as good or bad. Illogism and anachronism are getting evident yet ? They should because even for a human there is no sense in letting good fish rot to harm a consciousness which drinks water and feels. So I wandered around, and tought I would look out for friends that would practice magic with me, it seemed the best way to go for me, this way at least I would be self-suffiscient in my power and versatile enough to perhaps impress someone that would make me important. This is how I met this fine lad called Nick, he was standing outside of moonglow with his pets and was praticing some magic, we did share a few tips off hand and he soon told me about a great community which many might have heard of : the AMT (Atlantic Mage Tower) which was not only the first community of the sort to openly welcome all to study magic and help actively in all aspects of development of society at large.
It was even so great and structured that the gods deemed fit to give the place a few blessings. This way noone would doubt the authenticity of the intentions of the guildmaster, Tiffric the wise. I doubt I will ever be lucky enough to meet another man with such a great heart in my life. He was untouched by vice and his sole intention was to the ascension of the spirit and body. Alone he