Kardea the Delver of the Planes

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Chapter 3

So a few years have passed and some adventures have been had. Some tough
fights and easy ones. Striking the wicked is not as uncomfortable as thought
it would be. Every passing month I am becoming more confident and more
dedicated. I have decided this will be my life, I will make that ultimate
sacrifice, sacrifice of that peaceful life on a farm. Though my scarecrow,
the only part of that life, will stay with me and that gives me endless joy
to know. The exchange will be to make Thera better, to help rid of its
wickedness. But I have also learnt the task is great and so will need help.
The Fortress has quite the reputation for taking on this struggle. I have
now pledged to join and perhaps one day will be a squire. The fortress also
has acolytes, perhaps they can assist me with some of the inner demons that
still haunt me over the death of my mother. I should seek them out also.

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Chapter 2

point, I was only ever home schooled by mother and uncle. Over the years I
saw my dad less and less, he really died when my mother did, just nobody told
his body. I probably saw my uncle more and he kept inspiring me to learn
magic.But in truth, I was a bit lost too, I felt anger towards the Empire
for wanting to take our farm and I struggled with the evil act of my father
and how someone so good could be capable of it. It seemed to me that good
and evil was not so simple and I decided to learn more about the concepts.
In this pursuit I discovered about the world and how evil was widespread.
Furthermore, I found that what happened to my father was not uncommon and
that evilness is capable of showing up even where you do not expect. So I
decided I wanted to fight evil in all its forms and took up my Uncles idea of
learning magic so I could wield more power than a farm girl could muster. I
headed to the shapeshifters guild and noticed it was full of people. It
looked a bit cramped in there, I turned around and saw another guild
opposite. I walked over and signed up to the Conjurer guild. I set out
learning magics, undertaking quests, killing dark and evil beats and saurians
in a swamp. Finally I had reached the 17th title of my guild, my uncle was
impressed, but I had lost contact with my father. I went back in the guild
and the guildmaster said, the next spell you will learn is called familiar.
Once cast you will have control of it, you will see what he sees and feel the
pain if it dies. I asked, what form will it take. He said, it will vary
and may be unique to you, who can say the relationship between your heart,
your mind and how the veil works. So I took a deep breath, and cast the
spell. To my delightful surprise, my old scarecrow appeared. It looked
exactly the same as the one I made as a girl. It was rigid, but also could
move and I could control it. I gave it a big hug and was over the moon. It
was so long since I felt this happy.

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Chapter 1

The yields on our farm were greater than ever. My dad thought all our corn
needed was manure, but he was wrong. Ok, let me back up a bit.My uncle was
a novice magician, he claimed to be the greatest mage, but really, he knew
about 6 spells. But to an impressionable young farm girl, my uncle was
amazing. He used to practice his fire magic, burning odd things and I
noticed later the weeds would grow vigorously where the ashes were. So I
got him to use his magic on dirt and rocks in a big pot. It would glow very
bright and give off much heat.The resulting ash from the pot, I called
potash was able to dissolve in water. About a month before harvest, I
sprayed the potash solution over the leaves on about a third of our corn
fields.To everyone's surprise the corn cobs in that group were larger and
sweeter than the rest.So that is my best memory of being on the farm.
The worst memory is hard to talk about.But okay, here we go, I was 13
years old and we were visited by imperial engineers. My dad did not let me
hear, but I found out after they left, they were going to take our farm to
build a road right through the middle. I could tell it was hitting my mother
the greatest. You see this was her families land, her great grandfather
first tilled this land. Over the next few days the arguing got worse.I
stayed away and spent time at my favourite spot by my scarecrow in the
fields.We have always had problems with birds pecking at our corn and we
had a bunch of scarecrows to fend them off. But this one scarecrow I made
myself, I was especially proud of it. He gave me comfort during this time.
You see, they were arguing about whether to take the imperial coin and leave.
My dad believed that if we did not take the money, the imperials would seize
the land anyway and we would end up with nothing, perhaps even lose our
lives. My mother could not help take the burden of keeping the farm going,
for she had no brother, it was up to her. She wanted to stay and fight, but
my dad didn't, perhaps her appreciated the imperial threat more. One
night, the yelling got serious and for some reason I was drawn to the house
and as I peered through the window. I saw my dad push my mother, she fell
back and her head hit the corner of the steel cage we stored firewood in.
Immediately my dad was horrified, he did not mean for this to happen. My
mother was now gone, my father was broken. A few days later we left the farm.
I wanted to take my scarecrow with me, but my dad refused. Some weeks
later, my father used the coins to pay for boarding school. Up until that

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