My nephew, Sagain has many great reassures and traditions, many of which predated the Dawn of Magick. Our Seven Wonders must be preserved, and if they cannot be preserved, they must not be forgotten. I’d have liked to share them with other worlds, other civilizations. I’ve dreamed of many. I challenge you to finish my work, to accomplish hat I could not. I have dreamed of a Source of Magick. Within this source there is a means to travel between worlds and times. I never found the source.
My nephew, seek the source of Magick.
Hold true to the spirit of Grayness at all times.
Guard well and preserve Sagain’s treasures. If you cannot save them, find a means to carry them away.
Try to be a voice of reason in Thynna, but don’t exhaust your energies in the city of Magick. Therein may have been my greatest mistake. Your mother Caye and father Kurth are good people, but they are too embroiled in the affairs of Thynna. Expect no help from them; in fact, they’ll resist your efforts. Likewise, the Three Sisters and most Old Ones mistrust Magick and resent everything that is Thynna. Like the two toughest kids on the playground, eventually Thynna and the Hanging Gardens are going to fight. The warring peoples of the north… I don’t know what direction they’ll follow. But you have a reliable resource in Maranna. She professes neutrality in most affairs of the world. Try not to get involved in the affairs of the north. Gnomes and Kobolds will always hate each other, and Dwarves will always do anything for a profit. I thank you for retrieving the treasure from the mines. The spirit of the sword is a true sister of Grayness. She has a role… I… don’t understand it. Burgomaster Storming Norman gifted me the odd ore. It had a connection to the Source of Magick. I started dreaming of the source when the ore came into my possession. In fact, the heartstone came to me after a dream. The sword will be a companion to you. I have left journals detailing my travels in the Veldt. I’ve looked in all the Seven Wonders for the Source of Magick. Time is near… I’m sorry to burden you with my unfulfilled task. My body is dying, but my love for you lives on, and my love of Magick and Sagain lives on in you.
Most fondly,
Your Uncle Mayard
MK
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