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Areas of Influence: Reason,
Change, and Perception |
Continued:
Taking part in the destruction of the Library and bearing witness to
the destruction of the Crystal of Power, Restin felt a sense of achievement,
though he knew the fight against magic was far from over. Many did not
agree and although the clan grew in power for a time and Restin was
named Envoy of the Clan, it did not take long till those of weak will
fell from the tree of purity and the Clan began to dwindle. A sense
of failure came over him, and he quickly put it aside. He had no idea
that the spark had already been planted in his spirit, a spark that
he would not resolve for many years.
Restin never let up in his quest for knowledge. He achieved the title of Guildmaster of the school he had been taught so many years before and trained many young monks with the knowledge he had accumulated. He did service to his Lord Dielantha by speaking with hopeful applicants. His life was tedious, but it was that which he had always cared for above all else...that hardship which made the spirit strong.
It was about this time that Restin first met the Lady of magic herself. He spoke with her in length one day, and came to respect the Lady greatly. Like Shakuntala, though he did not agree with Lady Xyza in all her ideals, he saw her as one of great wisdom and understanding. This was something that crossed all barriers of hatred and bias, and in that he came to respect her more than he had ever thought possible. In his mind, he would come to think of the Lady of Magic as a friend, although he would never speak of such thoughts to others.
Never being much of an emotional person, Restin believed that the mind should control the body and the soul as well. He believed that though emotions had value, that they got in the way of reason and judgment, and created bias that he had no use for in his life. He gained the respect of many as well as hatred from others. There were those who called him a barbarian, those who did not wish to understand his beliefs, to simply see his goal. Others, even magic users, respected him. On many occasions, he had been told that he had the intellect of a mage and that the guild would suit his detailed mind. He knew better than to assume that only those of magic could use the ability to reason.
In time Restin was made Leader of the Clan of Steel, a position which he accepted humbly. Tentative at first about the new title, he soon found his place as Leader. It was in this period when Restin came upon many hardships. Upon entering the city of Glyndane one day, he looked to the sky to see a blue-green flash and rain of similar color. The Lady of magic was rebuilding the Crystal of Power. The very same crystal that the clan had wished to keep apart was being remade.
For some time Restin had taken upon himself the need to crush the furry denizens of Thera. Every where he went, if he saw a bunny, it’s fur would become another addition to his pelt. He could not truly explain this, but the answer appeared to him one day, though he would not know it’s meaning for some time. On some menial business, shouts from his housemates informed him that a certain furry creature was visiting the keep, and in his rage, he ran to destroy the bunny.
This was the first time Restin came face to face with his true fear. Having feared failure his entire life, he had pushed the fear away inside, only for it to come back to him in the form of a bunny. The irony of something Restin feared taking the form of something so innocent and weak did not dawn on him for some time. He did battle with the bunny demon, and while lost in his own rage, Restin fell to the beast.
It would be many years and many more visits of this bunny before he would realize what the bunny truly stood for, and with time, came to push aside the rage from the only thing that could truly cause his emotions to overtake him, and befriended the small creature. He even gave it the name of Vorthin, a name of strength and wisdom.
In the last few years before his final breath, Restin was stripped of the brand of his Lord Dielantha. Though he did not agree with the reasons, his agreement did not matter, for he knew that in serving a god, it is that gods’ ideals that one followed, not ones own. When Restin’s ideals conflicted with that of his Lord, only then did he realize that he did not truly deserve the mark of the Silver Dragon. Though it pained him greatly, he would live out the rest of his days the chosen of none.
Restin’s days were coming to an end. He had fought many battles alongside his brethren of the Clan, and his mind was losing its focus. He felt pain that he had never before noticed, always in the past had he steeled himself to the physical hardships, but he could not steel himself against the greatest hardship of all, that of time.
For some time Restin had realized that though he did not fear death, he did not think he had fulfilled all that he had wished to within the realm of Thera. He hoped for a way to continue to serve the land in which he had sought to protect for so long. Standing in the middle of Glyndane…his heart beat it’s last, and he passed from the mortal coil.
His spirit, still clinging to life, returned to the Castle of the Clan of Steel to say his last goodbyes only to find a small furry visitor. Staring down at Vorthin, the bunny motioned for him to follow, and for the first time since his youth he felt a sense of adventure that he hadn’t felt in many years. Following the small furry being, they traveled through the trails and cities till they came to the magical forest. Vorthin led him through a long trail deep into the forest and came to a halt. Confused, Restin inquired as to what they were doing there. What could be so important that Vorthin would take him on such a long journey? Then Vorthin began to shake and stir. A loud humming was heard throughout the land, emanating from the small being. Reaching a crescendo, a flash of light blinded Restin for several moments, and when he once again could see, he was no longer in the forest he had been only moments before.
Surrounded by the pantheon of the Dark Mists, Restin stood confused for a moment. It was then that he looked down and noticed the glow about his hand, and realized that he had been given a gift far greater than most could ever dream.
A star had risen up from the Magic Forest and joined the constellations above.
Restin now resides high in the heavens watching over the land he so cherished from the Eternal Prism in the sky.
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