*An ancient parchment, magically preserved and written in Old Anuirean*
My dearest sister,
If you are reading this, it means that I was unsuccessful in my endeavor to rid Cerilia of that terrible awnsheghlien that is nothing like an elf. If so, I pray that you forgive me. I know I have been bullheaded at times, and have not always discussed my plans with you, but know that it wasn't due to malice or pride; you would simply try to dissuade me from my course. Besides, we Fulcairns have always been single-minded in our purpose.
My sister, ever since we were born, we had been destined for greatness. In our veins runs the blood of old, of heroes, of Cerilia itself, and yes, those that the common folk think they were gods, though I have seen the truth. If there is something I have learned from Rhuobhe, it is that he doesn't think in terms of years or decades; he thinks in terms of millennia. I know that you worry about our House and our family - but I saw a chance to finally free our lineage from our family's ancient burden. I have attained knowledge and power that few magi before me have; it would be a waste to not use it in such a noble purpose.
If there is one thing I regret, is not seeing my daughter rise to prominence. Her innate talent and bloodline strength is one of the most powerful I have seen ever, rivaling some of Anuire's greatest heroes. With proper training, she can become a force for good. I will not see her become so, but I know that you will. And to me, that means the world.
Know that I love you, regardless where I am.
Your twin brother,
Melehan Fulcairn
*A new script, written in the modern tongue*
Mara, my child. This was to be given to my sister in case of my death by my greatest apprentice. When I realized what had happened, I understood that she never saw it. In a way though, it is fitting that you read it. The rest, well, is history.
I do not ask your forgiveness. That, is reserved for my daughter and family. Perhaps though, you may understand me. The only piece of advice I can give all three of you, is that once you know what you want to do with your life, never hesitate. You must unite, or die. Blood is everything. Trust me. I learned this the hard way.
This chamber is the legacy of the Fulcairns and it is my gift to all of you. I made sure that as much of our history, culture, and heritage that I could find was kept safe here. And for you Mara, I have left for you my knowledge in Arcana. Study. Learn. One day, you will forge your own path.
Eyes Ever On Our Prey.
My dearest sister,
If you are reading this, it means that I was unsuccessful in my endeavor to rid Cerilia of that terrible awnsheghlien that is nothing like an elf. If so, I pray that you forgive me. I know I have been bullheaded at times, and have not always discussed my plans with you, but know that it wasn't due to malice or pride; you would simply try to dissuade me from my course. Besides, we Fulcairns have always been single-minded in our purpose.
My sister, ever since we were born, we had been destined for greatness. In our veins runs the blood of old, of heroes, of Cerilia itself, and yes, those that the common folk think they were gods, though I have seen the truth. If there is something I have learned from Rhuobhe, it is that he doesn't think in terms of years or decades; he thinks in terms of millennia. I know that you worry about our House and our family - but I saw a chance to finally free our lineage from our family's ancient burden. I have attained knowledge and power that few magi before me have; it would be a waste to not use it in such a noble purpose.
If there is one thing I regret, is not seeing my daughter rise to prominence. Her innate talent and bloodline strength is one of the most powerful I have seen ever, rivaling some of Anuire's greatest heroes. With proper training, she can become a force for good. I will not see her become so, but I know that you will. And to me, that means the world.
Know that I love you, regardless where I am.
Your twin brother,
Melehan Fulcairn
*A new script, written in the modern tongue*
Mara, my child. This was to be given to my sister in case of my death by my greatest apprentice. When I realized what had happened, I understood that she never saw it. In a way though, it is fitting that you read it. The rest, well, is history.
I do not ask your forgiveness. That, is reserved for my daughter and family. Perhaps though, you may understand me. The only piece of advice I can give all three of you, is that once you know what you want to do with your life, never hesitate. You must unite, or die. Blood is everything. Trust me. I learned this the hard way.
This chamber is the legacy of the Fulcairns and it is my gift to all of you. I made sure that as much of our history, culture, and heritage that I could find was kept safe here. And for you Mara, I have left for you my knowledge in Arcana. Study. Learn. One day, you will forge your own path.
Eyes Ever On Our Prey.
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