Yegrut Finkle the Vivimancer, First of the Shining Oak, Harbinger of Thar-Eris

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Chapter 13

I have come to these understandings as a long-time initiate of
the Awakened Ancient, Strienat Greenhoof. I implore all those
who are free or seek to be free to contemplate the meaning of acting
out of a desire to enhnce life and to carefully consider aggression and
its purpose. My understanding after all these years has settled on this:

When we are hungry we hunt for food. Many creatures must kill to survive.
This is as it must be and there is no wrong in that. Death is a part of
Life. But MURDER does not have to be. Think upon the very fact we have
a word that distinguishes killing from an act that goes beyond killing out
of need or self-defense. Murder is an act of tyranny and selfishness,
solely acted upon for the sake of enacting ones will upon another
sovereign soul not for survival or self-defense but out of ones own selfish
desires. Murder is an act only a thinking creature can perform for
it requires thought to desire more than what you actually need or as I
like to say - a wolf with a full stomach can lay among the sheep and
the sheep have no reason to fear. Only a thinking creature unlike the wolf
will still slaughter those sheep despite its belly being full.

Every soldier in every army that exists, every guardsman in the Spire
believes they are doing what is right for they have been convinced of this
by those who they have been conditioned to view as their 'superiors'. However
there has been few wars in history and fewer still laws passed that were
for the benefit of those doing the guarding and fighting.

The secret of this is that few souls truly seek or wish to view
themselves as murderers. A pretext must always be found for most
thinking creatures even those placed in chains still dream of freedom and
instinctivally understand that limiting the freedom of another through force
and violence is wrong when it is not done for any other reason except
to further the agenda of a greedy Tyrant who doesnt wish to trade and
would rather convince others to steal for him on a grand scale.

I implore thsoe who feel the stirrings f liberty and freedon
to cast away your chains of bondage and live free.

The struggle for liberty for all who wish it shall be brought to
the door of the Tyrants and Oppressors through the will
of the Free!

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Chapter 12

Once we can understand all creatures have a role to play in the great story
of Life itself, then we can begin to see the many chains placed upon us
when we are forced to ook away from our own natures and potentials for the
sake of the comfort of others, for make no mistake - the vast majority,
those humble masses toiling away day in and day out are chaff before the
reaper.

Every creature is sovereign, meaning it has a right to exist and has individual
control over its own existance. Tyrants of all stripe seek to have
the masses forget their power and potential out of contempt and fear.
The masses once knowing they are truly free and serve out of ignorance
would put away their chains abd live freee - and then who would toil
day in and day out for the sake of another's comfort? They would begin
to see that the sword of a tribunal is not there to protect them
from we of the wilds, but it is truly there at their very throats, a silent
reminder of the authority and tyrannical power of those who see themselves
as sultans, mayors, empresses, or what have you - Those who wish the masses
to believe they NEED them in order to live a 'normal' life.

But the most humble of mewling babies understnds instinctively that all
that is truly required is food, some protection from the elements, and
shelter from the storms that sometimes rage. Those who have convinced
the masses that they need 'more' do so not for the sake of the masses but
for their own unquenchable thirsts for power over others. They see
themselves as the Shepards guiding the Sheep, but they are wolves amongst
the flock, hungry for blood and war to justify their own existance. The
masses need no Shepard, only the freedom to pursue their own designs
unimpeded by the swords and armies of those who would see them enslaved,
not merely physically but vaught in the prison of beliefs created to blind
them to their very own rights as thinking creatures.

Those who seek more to possess ultimately shall be owned by their very
possessions.

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Chapter 11

I have spent many years exploring the notion of freedom. As one who was
once deprived of theirs, it is a subject close to my heart. After many
years of study and contemplation amongst my brethern in the wilds I have
decided it is time to share my humble musings for the sake of the free
souls seeking voice to their unknown struggles and mostly for those
still caught in the enslavement of ignorance, not even truly understanding
the many chains laid upon them for they have been placed carefully over time
by tradition, custom, law, and sheer fear of the potential within.

First it must be understood that popular notions of strength and weakness
obscure the true diversity and connectedness of life. I have spent years
of m life observing wildlife throughout Thera, performing expiraments in
pursuit of a cure for the many ills brought to Thar Eris by those who
are blind to the bounty Mother provides to us all. In this study I have
seen how even the humble and usually despised insects contribute
to the well being of creatures far more 'strong' than they. Think upon a
world where the 'weak' bee was not around to pollinate the flowers and the
impact this would have upon creatures above it.

Thus it must be understood that life no matter how humble has a place
and a reason for being, one we may not understand but which we should
respect. All creatures great and small deserve to live free and
according to their natures for no single being possesses the wisdom and
knowledge to know the potential of another being and in this ignorance
we should strive for understandng rather than act out of fear and
seek control and tyranny to replace actual empathy.

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Chapter 10

'Mog Strong! Mog the Strongest!' Tiggle chanted as he sped through the wilds
of the forest. Since he and Yegrut had escaped the dungeons long ago,
Tiggle had grown close to the mighty giant ranger of the Outlanders for
Tiggle felt a kinship rooted in their wild natures. Though Tiggle loved
Yegrut, in spirit they were quite different...Tiggle was wild and capricious
and even sometimes violent while Yegrut was serious and careful and due to his
growing sense of what it meant to be an initiate of Greenhoof, he avoided
violence when he could.

Tiggle swung through the trees his arms elongating when needed to catch
a branch like some sort of morphic monkey. He was hunting a present for Mog.
Mog had promised Tiggle that eating lots and lots wiould make him big and
strong and nothing meant as much to Tiggle as being bigger and stronger
like Mog. He had always been such a tiny creature and though he couldn't
really remember a time before the dungeons of Seantryn, Tiggle sensed that
being big, strong and powerful would keep him from ever being in a dungeon
again. So in his heart Tiggle wanted to be a giant, so big,s trong and free,
with nobody who could ever put chains on him again. If they tried he would
EAT THEM...at the very thought of chains Tiggles teeth sharpeend into fangs
and his hands into claws, his body shapeshifting into a giant wolf. Lifting
his head he howled 'AAaaaaaaaaooooooooooo!!' into the still air of the forest.

Sniffing the air, tiggle smelled his prey nearby, a plump deer. Tiggle would
get Mog venison to eat! Morphing again into his regular shape, Tiggle
silently elongated an arm and took to the treetops near the unwary
deer. With barely a sound, Tiggle ambushed the deer like he had seen Nog do
many times and severed its artery in one quick blow.

Skinning and preparing the meat, Tiggle decided to take a nap before he would
head back to the Great Tree. Closing his eyes he thought he spied
Yegrut looking down at him, but that couldn't be...Yegrut was off studying
in the Lyceum.

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Chapter 9

Assistance soon came in the form of the Harbinger of Thar-Eris,
a lively thief of the wilds named Foedett who it turned out was also a highly
proficient arcanist if not a true mage. With some consultation, he and Yegrut
agreed that openeing up the quest to heal the blight to others was a wise idea.
The Harbigner would petition allies within the Fortress of Light while Yegrut
would initiate contact with the reknowned Heralds. In addition they alerted
within the Outlanders to what was sought.

As these events transpired, Yegrut also made progress in using
his transmutation upon plantlife. He had grown the blade of grass to the
point it resembled an actual BLADE of grass. Meditating upon everything
Yegrut determinded that soon he would need to search out druids to
begin field tests of his theories.

Also Foedett had posited an interesteing expirament to try. Taking the
tainted land and seeing if it could be made 'flat' and thus not part of
or having an effect on this dimension the same as when he went duo.

He wasn't sure how this would come about or how he would test all these
theories but he was sure the Ancients, especially the Awakened One would send
him a sign.

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Chapter 8

Yegrut's research into Veran had not gone as planned but he was pleased.
Inside Veran he had learned a few things that could guide his research
into growth and life. A cautionary tale of what happens when the quest
for knowledge ends in far worse than death. From what he could gather,
ages ago a team of mages had opened some sort of interdimensional Rift
which had strange mutagenic properties which they were researching. He
believed they had even begun to merge different lifeforms and his suspicions
were confirmed when he came to a room deep within the laboratory where a huge
creature composed of the bodies of countless other creatures resided in an
obvious torturred existance. Yegrut was struck by its plight, understanding
in an instant of clarity where the line was between growth and life which
should be cherished and unnatural mutation which should be cleansed from
the world. Now he truly understood the warning the Awakened One had given
him and he determiend his research and magic would never lead to a result such
as this poor creature.

Besides a cautionary tale however, Yegut had gleaned from the little bit
of knowledge still left in the abandonded libraries of the laboratory
that it was within arcane power to induce mutation. Uijudioculo Wjhahuai was
the arcane term for it. Here in Veran the energies from the rift induced
changes, albeit unfortuanetly it seemed with a corruptive side effect.
Yegrut theorized that perhaps the nature of this corruption could be
related to the same corruption or taint that marred the wilds near the
Great Tree.

He would need more information to proceed...and assistance.

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Chapter 7

Months passed as Yegrut researched and thought upon how to complete his
tasks. Consulting with Cresol and scouring various magical texts and
nature books he began to develop his two main theories on how to promote
growth and life as well as repair the damage done by the blight. His first
theory was both simple and complex in parts. Druids were well known for
their great ability to spur natural growth. They were unmatched in this
aspect. Seondly during a full moon, druidic power reched its zenith.
Yegrut's theory was that a large enough gathering of druids during a full
moon all concentrated on one task would be able to do amazing things such
as end the blight in the forest. The complex part was finding that many
druids willing to work together as one. However he had noted that many
druids gathered in the Holy Grove a small distance from the Eatern road
halfway between the cities of Galadon and Hamsah Mu'Tazz. Perhaps they
could be approached.

His second theory involved his own transmutation magic. Until now, all
in his guild had focused their magic upon their own bodies or similar.
However, Yegrut theorized that at root there was not much phyical
difference between what composed his body and the body of a plant. Perhaps
with enough research and expiramentation he could learn to transmute
plant-life as well as flesh and bone.

He knew that an abandoned laboratory existed in Veran, a place where
such expiraments may have already been field-tested, for it was a place
he had visited once and had made a note that the plant-life there was
remarkable in its uniqueness to that area....as sign that an outside event
had caused some sort of change in that area causing such strange and unique
growth.

It was soon after he came up with this theories that he was visited by
the Awakened One Himself, Strienat Greenhoof who cautioned Yegrut to
not allow his passion for research bring harm to Thar-Eris but he did see
merit in the druidic gathering as a means to promote growth and life.

Eager to see his theories put into practice, Yegrut assured Him that
he would be careful and plucking a blade of grass, Yegrut determined he
would start simple..by repurposing the 'enlarge' spell to grow that blade
of grass into a larger blade of grass...

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Chapter 6

Time passed and Yegrut had grown in experience if not size. Having taken
up a spot on a branch of the Great Tree of the Outlanders, Yegrut was kept
occupied defending his new home from attacks from Imperial armies and even
the occassional raid by the Tribunals. He grew to trust and love all his
new companions but still his spirit felt unfulfilled for he was no closer
to discovering his way.

One day as he and one of his fellow Outlanders, cresol one of the wardens
were adventuring in the frigid wastes, a voice spoke to them both from
the very air. A voice that they both could recognize immediately as
that of Strienat Greenhoof. The Awakened One informed them that He had a
great task for them both. For Yegrut he wished to know how he would
bring life and growth to Thera and also tasked him with assisting Cresol
with curing the blight that was near his new home, a vestige of an even
greater blight that had once taken hold in the forests nearby.

These tasks filled Yegrut's heart with renewed purpose for at heart he
was a researcher. His first love being uncovering the nooks and crannies
of 'Truth' and sharing these discoveries with others.

So thus he began his tasks, determined to figure out how best to use
his mind and magic to bring growth to Thera.

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Chapter 5

Traveling amongst those of the Outlanders of Thar-Eris, Yegrut
came to find a deeper bond with life but was still unsatisfied with
himself. Then as he usually does, Tiggle managed to find something that
would change Yegrut's life. One day as they were studying with the
wood-elves in Evermoon, Tiggle brought a sacred scroll to Yegrut. Within
the scroll was laid out the teachings of an Awakened Ancient known as
Strienat Greenhoof. As he read the scroll a feeling of recognition and
excitement overtook Yegrut. It was as if a third eye had opened within
him and suddenly his entire life seemed to come into focus and his
role in life became clear. He wished to become a follower of this Ancient,
Strienat Greenhoof, for every word in the scroll was life a thread tying
the disparate threads of his thoughts into a clear whole that made
perfect sense.

His desire for Wisdom and Magic to help others, his sickness and rebellion
at the thought of his research being used to take lives rather than
uplift them, even his love of wisdom which reflected an inner desie to
understand and improve upon life, all these things became clear as small
threads tying together who he was and now who he was was made much clearer.

Thanking Tiggle for his find, Yegrut sent a prayer to the Ancient in
hopes that somehow He would know how his spirit had uplifted his.

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Chapter 4

His new companion's name was Lackaday Wildleaf and over the next few
days, Lackaday showed Yegrut a little about surviving in the wilds. He had
been out hunting when he noticed Yegrut wandering about the woods.

Taking him back to his village, Yegrut ended up spending a couple years
learning to live as one of the jade elves, learning to love their connection
to the natural world around them, they reminded him of Tiggle in their
brashness, fearlessness and especially their embrace of life. He had
lived a life previously filled with laws, traditions, customs, ceremony
and the qazillion other things that kept one blind from the moment they
took breath to the moment they died.

How had he not seen the shackles upon him? Even as he rotted in the
dungeon he had not seen the true shackles. He had always believed he
served the interests of wisdom and magic for the good of the people
when in truth he had only been serving himself and chose to remain
blind not only to the true intentions of the Empress but also to the
shackles placed in his mind by a life lived by so many incoherent
rules and order. And still he was not free! But he had broken the first
few links in the chains that bound his spirit.

Speaking of his musings with the elders of the jade elves he was told
to seek out the Outlanders of Thar Eris, where he may find answers
or even better questions to ask than he had now in his quest to
finally be free.

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Chapter 3

And so the tale of Yegrut Finkle (and Tiggle) truly begins as the spell
of Near Death slowly robs him of life as the gravediggers bury him.
Typically when a person is buried the weight of the dirt would render
a person unable to move much less a figure as slight as Yegrut.
Luckily he WAS very very smart and had taken this into account by casting
a secondary spell that caused his physical form to become insubstantial.
It had taken him quite a long time to work the spell out from what little
he could remember from watching his father back in Hillcrest and it was a
spell far above his rank in the guild but he had his life on the line and
was able to figure out the basics of how to make it work.

And thus he gained his freedom anew, buried in a dark graveyard in the
city of Seantryn Modan and rising like a ghost of himself or perhaps reborn
from the womb of the earth itself.

Making his way outside of the city, Yegrut met his match in total darkness
and lack of a plan beyond escape. Wandering aimlessly in dark woods
he nearly jumped out if his skin when a melodious voice seemingly from
the trees around him spoke.

'Careful you fool! Another few steps and you'll be trapped in a nasty
hole!' said the voice. Yegrut peered around unable to see who spoke until
a leather-clad jade elf stepped into view, a bow strung and arrow pointed
towards Yegrut. 'T-t-thank y-y-you, my name is Yegrut, I am lost.'

'Well that is pretty obvious, been following you awhile. What do you do
here?' the jade elf replied. So Yegrut told his story with a few
interruptions from Tiggle who was curious about their new companion.

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Chapter 2

Weeks or years may have passed away in the dungeon, Yegrut didn't know.
His sanity slowly slipping he 'created' a friend for himself. Tiggle.
Tiggle was everything Yegrut wished he could be. Where Yegrut was slow to
act, Tiggle was brash, where Yegrut was scared, Tiggle was fearless. What
they shared (besides the same body and mind) was a growing sense that the
life Yegrut had led and the lies that had brought him to this state were a
direct consequence of depending on the authority of the State to enact
change for the people rather than go to the people themselves. He had to
blame himself as much as the evil within the empress for his predicament.

'How am I to resolve this situation Tiggle, so many mistakes!'

'Tiggle thinkey you overthink, need escape, other things work themselves out!'

'Yes, but how Tiggle? How! I can only get out of here if I am dead!

'Yes, Yes, that sound right, be dead Tiggle say, play dead, like doggie, yes!'

And so to Yegrut came the plan. Though he was highly adept at magical
research and theory, he was not a practicing mage but he knew a few minor
spells. And with his skill at research perhaps he could do as Tiggle
sugggested. Time passed as Yegrut thought about how to perform the spell
without actually killing himself. It was a physical transmutation that
would simulate the effects of death temporaily, except it truly wasn't a
simulation. His body would be hovering at the brink of real death while
the spell ran its course.

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Chapter 1

The tale of Yegrut Finkle begins where it all ends. In a graveyard. His
life slowly fading as stacks of dirt are unceremoniously dumped upon his
tiny frame. It had not always been like this. He had commanded the
attention and respect of thousands once. Yegrut Finkle, Advisor to the
Empress, Archmage of Seantryn Modan, a bloody damn fool is what he truly
was.

Yegrut had always been entranced by magic and its uses, his ambition to
find new ways to utilize magic in order to better the lives of the common
people. He believed that through wisdom and nagic a world could be
forged that was filled with plenty. The Empress had stroked his ego
and sponsored much of his research, which though he was very young in
gnomish circles was still well regarded due both to his reknowned
intelligence and his family ties which were well respected in many magical
circles. However over time he came to realize that his ambitions and those
of the empress were far from the same. His naivety had cost the lives of
thousands who had died due to the uses his research was put to.

His final mistake was confronting the Empress with what he knew of the
plans she had for his research. Seemingly out of thin air, with not much
more than a nod, guards surrounded him and drug him off to the dungeons
where for a timeless period he languished in solitude except for the rats
and an occassional visit from the guard's to see if he had changed his mind.
He had not. His research would not be further used for political gain.

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