((Story based on this thing here.))
They say that it took only one man to destroy my entire way of life.
My family were devout worshipers of Terrae, She Who is Life. We lived in a forest stronghold, with watchtowers placed in all directions. They hunted the wild animals for sustenance, and the evil creatures that dared enter our domain for sport. I was young and eager, and I wanted nothing more than to join them in the hunt.
Then, the fires came.
They say it was a man angered by the gods. He was what we now call an alchemist, a man who wielded great and terrible power.
One night, he walked unseen into our most sacred place and by merely raising his hands, he set all the forest ablaze. His presence burned so brightly that around him, the lakes dried up. The land itself burned.
Nothing was safe.
No one was safe.
My family fought valiantly, but there was no force of arms great enough to overcome the man.
I remember Mother telling me to run, flee the forest. She sent me to the disciples of Penna, where all may know peace and safety in their lofty temples.
My family were warriors.
I now follow a different path.
I will bring the blessed light of Penna to all the world, and I will use the same magic that man used.
Where he destroyed, I hope to rebuild.
Perhaps ... perhaps one day I will know what drove the man to act as he did.
I have left the safety of the Moon Garden Temple at the suggestion and blessing of my teachers. By myself, with the magic I now harness, I will build a new temple in Penna's blessed name.
I shall name it the Temple of Fallen Stars. It will stand above the charred ruin of my family's home, a monument in their honor.
So mote it be.
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