Lucian
means light. I was my parents first son. I was going to bring so much
light to their lives, so they named me Lucian. That backfired on them.
Being “painfully honest” with people had gotten me into a
lot of predicaments throughout my life. My parents didn't like that I didn't
placate them or their friends. They didn't like the fact that I taught myself
some of the basics of Magick. They were embarrassed because of it. “Humans
didn't want that for themselves.” The
final straw for them, was when my father found out about a couple of side
businesses that I had for myself. I can't help that people like to be altered. I’m
not the one who was addicted to the faerie dust and Dwarven tobacco. But I can
and will offer supply if they demand it and people did. But father was gnarled
and in order to not to continue to bring shame upon our family, he gave me 2 choices: military detail or the
wizard college. The stipulation with going to the military was that father
would keep all the money I made and use it how he saw fit. Or with wizard
college, that money would be spent for my tuition, with me not having access to
it. Guess which one I picked? Another stipulation came that I would keep quiet
with where I was from if I went to the wizard college, cause you know, the scandal!
So at 17, off I went to wizard college.
The staff were surprised about my natural ability and often
thought that the secrecy behind my story was that I was a banished halfling. I didn't
confirm nor deny. I just went about my studies,
learning and getting better. I didn’t give two shits what the staff
thought about me; I was just happy to be away from my family. Another thing that happened at wizard
college: some mages will pay you better
for FD and DT, than the general public. I actually made acquaintances.
As all of my skill levels grew, I gained the attention of
the Blue Order. They didn’t care that I lack tact. They didn’t care what my background could be
(because even after six years at the college, no one knew). They cared only about what I my abilities
were and that I could see people for who they were and called them on it. So I
was initiated. I also gained the
attention of the Keepers. I was very good with the dead, but not their
families. So luckily, I don't have to deal with the grieving part of it.
Shortly after that, the college decided that they would send
me to a royal court to utilize my abilities for the Lady Denzmeal. Have I mentioned
or at least hinted at the fact that I’m painfully honest and can’t help it? Also,
that I have a problem with people who remind me of my father? Or that I hate
social class and conformity to a specific social class? So when said Lady expected me to keep her dirty
secrets because she was a “lady”, why was she shocked that I spilled all of her
dirty secrets after she reminded me of my father? Maybe she was shocked that I
spilled said secrets in front of her people at a party. The people at the party
didn’t know that the lady wasn’t so much a lady on the inside. Especially when
it came to her carnal indiscretions. Again, not my fault she likes some very
weird things. She banished me and swore if she saw me again, she’d have my head on a pike. The college,
they weren’t pleased, but they decided to expedite my graduation. There were
more staff that were impressed that someone stood up to her, so at least I
didn't get kicked out. The college is
one of the few places that I like, so
I'm pleased with myself that I didn't get kicked.
For the last four years, I've been traveling. I go back to the college to learn. I practice.
I have a handful of friends. I
have secret “crops” to help fund my travels. I have loyal clients who know that
my crops are some of the best. I have to keep it simple and private. I like it.
I really like the money. I seem unassuming, and I like that people think that.
It means that I can surprise them later.
It means I know more than people think. Kinda like the Lady… rumor has
it she doesn't make that mistake anymore.
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