(Forgotten Realms) Scepter Tower of Spellgard
Place your character’s physical description here.
I came from nothing….
My past? A meaningless series of events that played out in a web of design beyond my control. If I was a part in it, it was passing at best. No, my past is not important, for in the future lay the fury.
I chase the goal, same as I hunt my prey, like a woodsman to a deer. It is an intangible thing, perhaps impossible. Politics and design, webs and intrigue, lies and truths, they all stand in the way of this quarry. Status… ever the gambit.
I come from nothing…
From this nothing I now dance. Ever on the outskirts, ever in the corner of the eye… the dark of the mind. From this nothing I send my power like so many soldiers on a field. From this nothing I chase my prey, corner and wait, wait for awareness of mortality, the bargaining against the inevitable skeins completion.
There is an art to the darkness, more the use of it to be precise. The way to step within a gust of wind, to mask your scent with that of the world around you. To be where he looks but appear where he sleeps all the same. There is an art to the weapon as well. The tool that fits the moment, that defines the transfer of power, life….fate. So if in this form, I am an artist. A painter of sullen tapestries, a minstrel of the shadow song, a sculptor of the abyss.
I will return to nothing…
However, many will precede me. They shall shuffle and sing as they arrive, waiting patiently for the artist to show so they may begin their chorus. So they may lift my tale high onto the waters of the Astral Sea. The ones that come before merely pave the way for power that is to come after. They act as a focus, an object to be used and consumed for greater gain. They are my proof.
I came from nothing.