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I've died many times, but this is still the first and only life I've had. I was born in some twisted lands, far from these kingdoms in every sense imaginable. Towers of iron soared the skies, and giant carriages would fly soldiers to battle within the city confines. Within this city, I was once a hotshot covert operations agent, collecting information and using them to eliminate the benefactors of my organization's competitors. All of that ended one night, when I woke up in a dumpster, with a hole in my head, and yet still alive. Shocked by the pain and the irony of what a life of deceit cold, calculated cunning brought me, I moved away from the city to start a new life. But as they say, you can't teach an old dog new tricks. The only thing I knew how to do is to collect information and make opportunistic use of it. I was at least able to channel my talents to a better cause, toward exposing the evils of the organizations that controlled the city, working toward making the city better. All of that ended abruptly, though. I remember staring down the end of a weapon, and with a loud bang, I found myself.. here, within these strange lands, in a dumpster, and without a new hole on my head. That's two deaths I've escaped, or experienced. That's two too many for a person to realize that the life they've been leading hasn't worked out for them. And as such, I travelled the lands in pursuit of the road I am to walk down in the future, lost and helpless without a friend in the world. Along that journey, I met some friends along the way, and found myself a place to call home in Nagnang, and learned something new. The end result isn't everything, and there is more to an action than its result. The journey matters, often time as much as the outcome. Once I had realized that, I knew just the help to get. I went on to knock on the doors of the Geomancers, and have been studying ever since. I've accepted that I must leave behind my ways, stained by blood, deceit, and conflict. There's a better way to use my talents, and learned that I am just hiding behind an excuse, a lie when I say that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks. There is no negativity in information itself. I must merely learn to use it for the right path, and to accept that there is no imperative need to act out at every opportunity. As lifechanging as this transition will be, it is not a fundamental change, but rather learning to control myself better, and to put my capabilities to use in the right direction. Thus, I will be striving to embrace balance, neutrality, and perhaps in due time, inaction as well. This will be a long road, riddled by constant desire to go astray, but one that I shall try my best to stay on. This definitely won't be easy, but I'll be damned if I don't go down swinging. | |