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Areas of Influence: Manners
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Upon a stormy eve in Thera, a mistling from a distant land arrived in search of his brother. His brother, the first of his family to venture into the realms of Thera, was becoming very old. A student of the elements at the time, it was not long before the rains parted, and his brother lay before him upon a bed of fallen leaves within the dark recesses of a mysterious Theran forest. Upon his death bed many words were spoken, and many feelings shared. His brother raised his misty arm toward him, one final time, and a Golden Medallion was placed in his misty palm. He was told to always wear this Medallion for it would protect him, and show him the way to true knowledge.
Now alone in this new and strange land, Wicket knew exactly what he must do. Sworn to fulfill his brothers dream, his focus now rested upon the Library of the ArchMagi. With the knowledge that was bestowed to him, by his dear brother, and with his own open mind and thirst for knowledge, his lifelong quest began that very day.
Wicket traveled to and explored many Theran realms, learning of their secrets and mysteries. When not flying over the oceans, or resting within the rains, much of his time was spent in honor of Lady Xyza. Mastery of Magic was something held very dear to this young mistling, and he would not settle for anything less. Along his journey of mastery he had the honor of meeting several of Thera's finest Elemancers. It was from these fellow Guild members that he learned things that the spell books did not teach; True Mastery. To master a spell requires determination and devotion, but to truly master it, one must look away from their spell books and look within.
Always focused on fulfilling his brothers dream of "Archmagedom," it was not long before he had the honor of meeting with the ArchWizard of Balance, within the very Guild hall that he studied in most. Upon the completion of several joyous quests, and several meetings later, the dream of the Warrick family became a reality. The Gods had blessed him with the honor of becoming an ArchMage.
It was within the very walls of the Library itself that his mastery of Magic was completed. While exploring a far away realm of Thera, he came across a tome. Within this tome was a tale of a great Golden Dragon. This Dragon was said to be the Guildmaster of All Theran Guilds, and when awakened from his deep slumber, would sometimes test only the most worthy of Therans to earn the mark of Guildmaster. Learning of this, a rift was opened wide within Wicket's heart, and he knew immediately that he must seek out the great Dragon. Many moons later, Thera was gifted with its very first Guildmaster of the Elementalists. It was said that he watched all those within the Guild very closely, and made sure that their every question, concern, and curiosity was always promptly answered. He was often quoted in saying, "My knowledge is yours", something which was very true and that he worked very hard to honor.
Wicket knew that the quest for knowledge has no end, so he strived to continue his brothers legacy of learning, and devoted his entire existence to it. Originally seeking the mark of Lady Xyza herself, his attention was turned to another of the Divine. Upon peering deep within, and remembering the tales of kindness and passion displayed by this Divinity, it came very clear that it was not the mark of Lady Xyza he wished to earn, but the mark of Lord Riallus.
During his lifetime he served Thera originally as the Elemancer of the Phoenix, and eventually as the High Servant of the Phoenix along side of Febvre, one of his greatest teachers and mentors. He aided all who were in true need, and often spoke with many about problems and curiosities that they held. It was not a matter of choice to serve the Phoenix, it was merely who he was within, and who he always shall be.
One very stormy eve, while within the city of Glyndane speaking to students within his Guild, the Preserver of Magic and Knowledge called loudly to him. He was the only ArchMage within the lands at the time. He quickly bid a good eve to his students, and prepared to protect Magic with all that he had learned. He flew into the Library of Arcana and engaged the Crusaders who wished to harm all that the Lady had blessed us with, but this eve was not to be his. The skies were swirling, and the water outside the Library was disturbed and violent. His mind was torn from his body, and when he returned, he found himself among the Spirits of Thera. Sworn to protect Magic and Knowledge forever, he stormed into the Keep of the Crusades demanding that the Crystal of Power be sent to the Lady herself, and when the Crystal was finally safe, the world around him quivered and shifted into total darkness and peace.
He listened to the echos living in the darkness of his surroundings, but he did not realize where he was, until the light came. Emanating from within the Golden Medallion given to him by his late brother, a soft glow beckoned to his surroundings as they began to appear to him. He had been taken to a small cavern of stone, empty and hollow. Countless storms passed, and with each rumble of lightning, his Golden Medallion began to hum louder and louder. Until, one day, it stopped. The cavern was now quiet and dark, but it was then that yet another secret was revealed to him.
He found himself surrounded by those who watch us, bless us, and give us life. All around him stood the Divine of Thera, each with an expression all their own. As soon as they had come, they were gone, but the Cavern no longer remained quiet and dark. A wave of light and Magic erupted from his Medallion, and the entire cavern came to life. The presence of the elements were stronger than he had ever felt before, and life bursted into each corner of the beautiful cavern. A sharp beam of light penetrated through some roots, and an entrance now appeared before him. He returned to the mists of Thera, retreating from the cavern in which he had called home for so long. Only then did he realize what had just taken place. His mists glistened brighter than ever before, and the Elements surged through him with a fury few have ever seen.
Wicket no longer resided within the beauty of the cavern, but the beauty of the Heavens. He ascended and took his place beside the very divinities that he had lived to serve and worship throughout his entire lifetime. He took his place in the Heavens as the Ethereal Spirit Guide of Thera.
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