Suite 3
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Title: Suite 3
Author: Ahuaeynjgqxs
was the driving force behind the community, which soon grew over a hundred active members. Moonglow was teeming with life as new mages joined everyday, there would be tournaments and tests of skill but all of this in a friendly atmosphere, it wasn`t a game, we were playing, just like kids do. How better can it get, learn a most powerful and useful art, while playing.
We never seemed to see it as a labor to practice over and over the same incantations until we got them just right, it was such a passionate moment in my youth. I was so enlightened by the grace which this man seemed to radiate that it made me forgive all about my pathetic youth, where I was often ridiculed by the other kids for my frail appearance, or my lack of any will to look `cool` or `seduce`. I forgave so much that I soon found myself ascending, and helping other younger players to get on with magery training. I also found myself pleasing the ladies of the guild with my joyful stories and soon enough one of them offered me to share a house, where I could acess to all their belongings, I had earned a true form of trust and this made me very much receptive to the world around me, us being all avatars seemed to somehow show more about ourselves than any other way of being. It was in the rythm and pace of the discussions, hidden between the lines of tought, there was something I could perceive and soon enough Tiffric realised it, and he started teaching me what he tought it was all about. There was no implicit corruption in anything here, there was some dark and mean creatures, murderers, but somehow all seemed necessary to the forming of stronger communities, wich seemed like a noble goal. Sadly this would not last... after a while of sharing these most profound insights with a kindred spirit everything seemed to get more and more complicated, not as in bad, rather like a sticky feeling, for the first time we started to enjoy lag sometimes, we even tought it might be something that could play in our advantage.
Some murderers started striking often at the tower, the tourneys showed up more and more competition. I must admit I was fooled by it all, to me it seemed inevitable, the earth plane which I had seen clairvoyantly was like this, so I assumed a fractal universe would show similar patterns. But Tiffric was adamant that this was not supposed to happen, he seemed to grow a bit obcessed as time went by, trying to find out what was the root of it all. A strange moral dilemma brought a new character in the scene.
After seeing 5 mage tower mages kill a group of 20 very well trained murderers, Tiffric really was starting to have us experience what he meant when he said that lag was linked with etheral magic flow in many ways. It was not a question of pure timing, when a wave of lag would hit, if you were patient enough to wait at the right moment and had a keen intuition, you would turn it out to your advantage while the other would waste his mana. So a curious new member came about with the name of Virul Lord.
A strange name I tought, lord being usually a title, he named himself that way and seemed to dislike me much. He wished to be very close to tiffric and did everything to win his favors, I don`t think Tiffric ever really trusted him, but he let him be an emissary for the guild and climb slowly to great fame. Then one night Tiffric came to see me, and he did not even want to talk to me in the tower, he brought me at the old hungry halfling tavern where he started to mumble about being too stupid to see it coming, and that now it was all a big mess because of his stupidity ; he was so angry and stressed that I could barely make sense of it all. He showed me how to keep the eternal flame alive in case something