A Future of Power (event)
Character: Hammart 'Twist-Tongue'
My people are fools.
They sit in shit and mud and whine and moan about whichever threat comes to burn villages today. Every day a Magi steps foot somewhere in the Marches, shows us true power, and is then ran out only after a dozen Chevaliens lay dead at their feet.
Do they not see? Are they blind? If the fucking idiots thought, read a book, studied the tomes, did any basic attempt to educate themselves like I have then they might be able to see. Magic is the only way forward, the ultimate power, there is no greater one. And there is only one thing stopping me and my people from wielding it as we should.
Somewhere in Chevalie, something is spawning the cursed Anti-Magic field that envelopes our home, stunts us from true growth. I will find it. I will destroy it. The gift of magic will be ours again.
Only a Magi will know true power.