...Leaving resources to those who wish to obtain,
waylaying those who stray the path into their domain, and allowing for the
resourceful to reap the fruit of their own work. A perfect symbiosis for my
endeavors, I think.

Tribunals? The most humorous of the clans. So willing to retain the golden
status quo of "justice" that they will oft trade a meaningless victory for
the simple currency of personal advancement, advice, or even items they are
sworn to keep out of the hands of chaos itself. That they will sell their
collective souls for this sort of currency is beyond my comprehension.
Perhaps some of them are not too unlike myself. But, like the Imperials, name
a price and what is there's can be had. Ironically, these can be allies which
will provide almost as much as their sworn enemies of the refuge. And so it
goes, the pockets of civilization are deep, and we all can drink out of the
same cistern, so long as we step across and keep intact their protective
rip-rap.

Scion. Well, it is what it is. However, their purpose in magicks is my
purpose. Assisting them is to make my time here more endurable. And it is
wise to not cross these folks when their powers wax. Just as their beliefs
are comedic in its origin, I'll humor their means in expectation of its ends.

Yet, there are things which still elude me. But. My knowledge and power
continues to grow strong like the web of a spider in a room full of spawning
flies. Yes, I like this analogy...

... come to me. Seek what I seek, insects. I will return to you only what you
can deliver. And I shall ingest and become stronger...

The end is not so near, surface.
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... a pity I had to kill that dear drow.

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