There is but one that stands behind every whisper. And in that whisper is a word. And that word shall shout out like a tidal wave to follow. From one onto the next. Whispered. Again and again. And this whisper was thought to be but a rumor. Of the stories told to children to put the fear in them. To hasten the process of learning what is right and what is wrong. And to disprove these teachings. Over time, even the mountains that stand so proud will one day crumble to the echo's in the wind. And the whisper's will continue. In dark alleys. From the back room's of shops. In your neighbor's house. And even on your guild step's. Remember the tree that did grow. Told to our Father's father's by a strange teacher within the guild. And in that we were gifted with the Fir tree. Not one, but all worked for its growth. There is strength in bonds. The tree holds onto the ground. And thus it stands. The wind seems to push at it, yet it provides the oxygen. The water beats down upon it. Yet that is which helps nourish it. And the fire of the sun burns at it. Yet its foilage protects it. Turning the heat into life. The tree shows us how we can stand. How we can fall when we lose track of our duties. They are afraid of the possibillities. They are afraid of our pottential. Have you seen how they quake at the very mention of what happens when Magics of Holy and Elemental are combined? And how fast they look to destroy, to scatter the findings and hide them? Even now they work at holding us back. But it is their own actions that make us more. They pull and pull, and like the lines of a crossbow. We will lash forward with the terror of a thousand wind storms to teach the lesson that must be taught. We are the Warriors of Magic. Do not forget your place Sister's and Brother's. Now that you have heard this whisper. Where your whisper's go. They are yours. But if you believe, if you care. Whisper for the lesson to be taught.

The stranger in the Shadows


OOC
Recognition and use is simple. Where a pebble must fall to start a jouney. One day a boulder may follow. But first there must be pottential. Some are ment to be lead. While a few other's are ment to lead. And occasionally. Some are made to lead the many. In time more whispers will be made. More tellings of wisdom found. But for now, the whispers need to spread, to be heard. Think on and let your thoughts come forth. The time to stand will soon come.