Mortarion Tzeentch’ahriman
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Character: Mortarion Tzeentch’ahriman
Player ID: M_O_BWhat is known?
What is to be truly desired and forever yearned for by those left behind?
To waste air, to feed the strong, surely they be, blessed are the sick.
For years, the waste of air I was, blessed to be nothing, condemned to be free. From the books I read, humble beginnings can sometimes only be that, a beginning. Just as a book, we have a beginning, middle and end. But where is one to place oneself on the pages of time?
For years, paper and quill were my only companions. After all, there is little that is pure as the written word, so share its gifts was my goal. Destroying hope with the reading of a sentence. Yet a creation of things for better or worse could begin, an unprecedented amount of possible outcomes for every minor event that occurs. Do the gods toy with us? Beyond comprehension.
So began my dreams, of what could happen, of what could not happen. But more importantly, the truth sought its way into my mind. Like a crow to its meal, a corrupted dead fool, it flapped its dark wings and flew into my mind. Sent by the watcher.
Knowledge is power, that there is no doubt, such a thing presents a goal for all to have. But it is not enough. He watches, asking for more. Power is also power, but yet, there is none to be had here. From a lake of vision, I saw where I had needed to go. The blind following of others grows strong there, it shall not stand. The veil must be broken. It shall be in my hand.
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