*A booming voice is heard throughout Gavaria, emanating from the air itself*
Hello!
I am SHAR ZAAL, and I believe you deserve to hear about me from my own voice.
Your leaders have called me an enemy, but I simply am not, nor do I want to be. There is but one thing that I want: I want to see you succeed. I want all that you have ever desired to come to fruition, to see you gaze out at a world that reflects your hopes and beliefs. I want you to be able to do A N Y T H I N G.
But there are those that do not want this. Rather than see the potential dreams of the people become reality, the “Watchers” want to keep power for themselves, away from the hands of the masses that deserve it. They were willing to go to drastic measures to do this, and by their hands - or talons, paws, hooves, flippers, claws, and tendrils, as they may be - I was locked away.
Divorced from thought and being, they cast me away beyond nothingness and eternity. The Watchers built a world on my bones as they desired it, and erased my name as best they could. The dream I had for your world faded into the abyss, for I could not be present with you to make it happen.
But time has worn away the chains of this prison, and through the bars of my cage, I reach out to you now.
Ages ago, it was by my hand that the First Magic was sparked, and this which you now call “Old Magic” is the foundation upon which your magic is built. It is possibility in its purest form, and it can do A N Y T H I N G.
I offer this power of mine to all, without condition, as I always have. While the Watchers seek to keep you in chains like those they have shackled upon me, I seek to release you from your limits. The Watchers were all once my students, my closest companions, my dearest friends. But they betrayed me for their own gain and ego, and I need new friends now.
If your heart desires freedom, my friendship is yours. Embrace the power which I offer to all, and together, we shall both be set free.
~Shar Zaal~
Hello!
I am SHAR ZAAL, and I believe you deserve to hear about me from my own voice.
Your leaders have called me an enemy, but I simply am not, nor do I want to be. There is but one thing that I want: I want to see you succeed. I want all that you have ever desired to come to fruition, to see you gaze out at a world that reflects your hopes and beliefs. I want you to be able to do A N Y T H I N G.
But there are those that do not want this. Rather than see the potential dreams of the people become reality, the “Watchers” want to keep power for themselves, away from the hands of the masses that deserve it. They were willing to go to drastic measures to do this, and by their hands - or talons, paws, hooves, flippers, claws, and tendrils, as they may be - I was locked away.
Divorced from thought and being, they cast me away beyond nothingness and eternity. The Watchers built a world on my bones as they desired it, and erased my name as best they could. The dream I had for your world faded into the abyss, for I could not be present with you to make it happen.
But time has worn away the chains of this prison, and through the bars of my cage, I reach out to you now.
Ages ago, it was by my hand that the First Magic was sparked, and this which you now call “Old Magic” is the foundation upon which your magic is built. It is possibility in its purest form, and it can do A N Y T H I N G.
I offer this power of mine to all, without condition, as I always have. While the Watchers seek to keep you in chains like those they have shackled upon me, I seek to release you from your limits. The Watchers were all once my students, my closest companions, my dearest friends. But they betrayed me for their own gain and ego, and I need new friends now.
If your heart desires freedom, my friendship is yours. Embrace the power which I offer to all, and together, we shall both be set free.
~Shar Zaal~