Magus of the Realms


Written down? What ever happened to the knowledge of our forefathers, handed down from grandfather, to father, to son? To the collected histories of our people, presented in a way that preserved the nuances of emotion?

Sorrow. Joy. Elation and depression. All lost in the written word, forever tied to specific black and white predetermined words with no room for question or discussion.

You want to know about me, my totem, or my people? Ask me or ask Owl.

And get off my lawn!
Created by Faelinn Shadowmoon (Leanne Micciche) at 01-15-08 10:44 AM
Last Modified by Borjid (Jony Balboni) at 09-02-08 00:18 AM