Verios the Weaver of the Elements

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Chapter 1

It has been some time since I have seen my little Orc friend. I have been
seeing an abundance of lightwalkers as of late, particularly Paladins. I
remember from my youth stories of a great and powerful Lich roaming the
world. Able to live for eons, never aging, but losing the very flesh which
encases them. I have heard of their terribly awesome powers, and have
thought about how I have never actually seen one of these 'Liches'. I think
that the realms are in need of a Lich in order to balance out the scales in
this time that the scales tip heavily in favor of the light. I do not know
exactly how I should set about on this journey to bring about a Lich, but I
will do everything within my power to try. Perhaps I will seek the advice of
the Lords. I know not how much longer I have to live. I feel the effects of
time weighing heavily on me as I age. I hope to see before I die that I have
had some sort of effect upon the land in my brief, yet lengthy time here.
Many have been born and passed on in my life, and I look forward to seeing a
few in the afterlife. Though my remaining time may be limited, I must
continue on my quest to bring balance to the realms.

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Chapter 2

I met a strange being today. An orc. I dont quite understand why, but
something inside me told me that this orc would help me in my new found
purpose of being the force of balance in the world. He was partially naked
at the time, so I clothed him, shielded him, and spoke a bit to him. Though
his vocabulary was a little crude, I gathered that he likes to 'smashum'. I
can only assume this means that he favors the shedding of blood. I have
thought a bit upon how he fits into bringing balance to the world. Perhaps
he will aid me in balancing the defecit between light and dark.Yes, that is
it. Where I care not to spill blood myself, my bloodthirsty friend will
perform that task. I will be the scale and he will be the counterweight. He
has grown quite quickly. I had assumed that I had more time to lay plans for
his use. I will have to step up some of my more minor plans a bit, though I
must use caution. I have heard that the orcish hordes are not to be trusted
under any circumstances. I will give him a chance to earn my trust. He
seems to be fairly bright in comparison to some of the orcs I have met.I
sense he knows the value of an ally and would not do anything too terribly
rash, though only time will tell. After speaking a bit more the last time I
ran into him, I learned that he cares not whether it be the blood of the
light or dark that is spilled. With this new knowledge I am certain that
this strange orc will help me accomplish my goals.

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Chapter 3

I have come back to the place of my birth to reflect once again. Events
have transpired as of late that has given me some introspection as to who I
am and what my purpose is. The other night I was part of a war party
comprised of mostly members of the Spire and Empire. We successfully raided
the cabals of the Village, Outlanders, and the Fortress. My little heart was
pumping the entire time, as the whole experience was quite exhilarating.
After our work was complete, the war party disbanded and we all went our
separate ways. Afterwards though, I started thinking about why I should even
have been involved at all. Of course the Village is considered a most
dangerous enemy, by their choosing mind you, simply because I am a user of
the elemental magics. But the Outlanders and Fortress? I spend a fair
amount of my time in the wilds and until now, have not received much trouble
from the woodland folk.As for the Fortress, a few minor incidents have
arisen in the past, but nothing to make me consider them an enemy. I have
even traveled on an expedition with the Cardinal and Marshall. This
confusion then brought about the question of my purpose in this world. I
have thought a bit on the matter, who I am, what I am, what I have done, and
what I will do.First and foremost, I am Verios Tor-El, gnomish invoker, son
of Deacon and Jeal, born in Hillcrest, resident of Galadon. Being a Gnome
and naturally wise being such, I was always taught the value of Balance.
Neither swaying towards good nor evil, but staying in the middle. I thought
it made sense at the time, although I didnt have much choice. It was just
the way it was, whether I understood it or not.I have just accepted it as
fact my entire life, never questioning it. But this war party business has
made me think about the meaning of balance. A much wiser person then myself
once described Balance as 'A state of equilibrium characterized by
cancellation of all forces by equal opposing forces'. When asked to
elaborate, he simply smiled and told me 'all in due time'. I have thought
much about those words and what they mean. Force: A body of persons,
organized for a common purpose.Balance: equilibrium, evenness, stability,
steadiness. Cancellation: abandon, abolish, elimination, dissolution,
quashing. All words tied with one another by roughly the same meaning. By
these more defined terms, Balance would be a state in which there is but one
force. Neither good, nor evil, but a balance between the two. The gray.
Neutrality between the two forces of good and evil is what links them
together. I am the Balance that binds these two forces together. I am the
link. I have traveled with the Light. I have traveled with the Dark. But
none more often then the other.Balanced between the light and dark. I have
begun to know that this is my purpose. To uphold the balance.

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Chapter 4

I sit here in Hillcrest, where it all began, the place of my birth. As
I begin to grow old and my death, either natural or not, begins to draw near,
I have begun to think about what is to come with my remaining time. What
there is for me to do, what there is for me to see, who I will meet, be it
friend or foe. Until now I have not taken the time to reflect upon such
things, as I see now I should have. Perhaps if I had, I would not be
so...lost in this time of uncertainty. As is such, I have decided to start
recording such times of reflection to try to come to some sort of
understanding of myself, my past, my present, and my future. But to think of
what is to come, one must think of what has come to pass, no? So perhaps
that is where I will begin. I look back on my life and see those I have
fancied come and go, friends turned to enemies, and vice versa.Friends and
enemies alike born and dead all within my lifetime, with myself holding no
real impact over their lives. Even back in Hillcrest when I was but a wee
little Gnome, sure, everyone knew who I was, but I didnt have many I would
consider true friends, who I could count on through thick and thin. Nobody I
knew particularly well, nor them of me.I suppose that is why I decided to
move to Galadon and join the guild of Invokers.The magics always did
fascinate me, and that of the Elements did seem more natural, more appealing
to me for some reason. I took my studies quite slowly at first, spending a
great amount of time within the beginning ranks of the guild. Then, as time
passed, I began to seek more knowledge of the elements.So I progressed a
bit further in the ranks until I was content with the new knowledge that I
had gained and studied hard until I knew all I could at that point. Such was
how my life within the guild went throughout much of my life, in short spurts
as such. I suppose it was around my 30th rank within the guild that I became
interested in these 'Cabals' that exist about the realms. Naturally it was
the Tower of the Warlocks that held my interest first, being that for those
who would consider themselves magi. But alas I was frustrated with
disappointment when I learned that only those of the 'light' were allowed to
learn within its walls.Such is likely the reason I was not disheartened
when I heard of the Tower's destruction along with the city of Tar Valon.
But life goes on, and so did I.I remember passing through the 'Ruined City'
as it came to be known as, and seeing the survivors, the raw damage done. I
also remember feeling sorry for them, thinking to myself a shame they didnt
die so that they do not have to suffer with the aftermath. After a while I
began to grow interested in the laws to the city and the upholding of those
laws. I saw people from all walks of life, Warriors, Necromancers,
Shapeshifters, even Invokers walk among the ranks of the Tribunal, or Spire
as some call it. People of the 'light', 'dark', or 'gray'. I saw it as a
place that cared not for what path in life one walks, just that they have a
wish to help uphold the laws to the city and bring criminals to justice. I
began speaking to some of its members and learned more about their workings.
I had finally decided that I was going to apply to be allowed to walk among
their ranks. But ala