(Forgotten Realms) Scepter Tower of Spellgard
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Some people wonder why a sorcerer would carry a sword…especially such a strange looking blade. People often give me strange looks or are even brave enough to ask about it. They don’t see my scars. They don’t see my wounded tail and chipped wing. They see the sword.
It is a strange sword, I have to admit. It’s called a Kopesh—the crescent shape at the tip symbolizes the moon. On a clear night, the moon can cut through the darkness…the fear, pain and sadness, isolation and despair. That’s why I carry this weapon. I was a sergeant in the war, lost and left for dead. Left alone with only the moon to light my way. My sword, my only companion. I had to learn how to fend for myself without supplies, without support, without my friends. Just my sword.
During this time, I felt the stir of magic within my soul, within my blood. I felt the pulse of the fey within my breath, within my heart. It drew me along as I walked alone in the forests. It was there that I first felt the crackling of power. It was also there that I found Kossuth. I discovered an abandoned temple, dedicated to the god. I do not know much about this god, though I seek more knowledge. I do know that the fires within warmed me and welcomed me. It was the only kindness that I had come to know for many years. It was also there that I learned about the magic within. It was there that I felt the stirring of the fire and the cold.
I have come to develop a deep resentment toward the military, toward the “lawful” sects and groups. Particularly the paladins and their righteousness and virtues. Their “laws” offend me; strange to say that as a dragonborn…perhaps it’s strange to hear it from a dragonborn. That being said, I feel that it was what brought me to this path. My destiny was to join the military, to be left, and to wander. I sometimes wonder, though, what would have happened had I not joined.
I remember hearing stories in my youth of my birth. My mother was in labor for two weeks. Finally, she gave birth to me under the crescent moon, as the brightest star in Kossuth’s constellation was in alignment with the center of the crescent. “as though the moon were to consume the stars.” What is my destiny? I would ask that of an oracle. Why am I here?
I wish to find my destiny and seek out the ancient temples of Kossuth. I wish to know more about my god and there, I know I will find true power.