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During a long and tiring trek Nanae finally realized somethign important. Ever since she entered the mages guild she had been given orders, sent to dangerous places, tasked ungrateful chores, all without much explanation and with inconsistent reward. And now, all at sudden, she realized she was tired. Tired for the climb, but even more for being so exploited.
And now, she was here, on the top of a mountain, to find a stupid book. Or...stupid is not really an appropriate word. It was a book that many wanted, a book so precious that the mages wanted to store it safely without anyone knowing about it. Well, if it really was worth so much, she had to get some profit out of this all. Rebellion was arasing in her.
They said she wouldn't have been able to read it at all, but she had to try at any cost. Maybe she would have given the book back as required, maybe, but sure not before managing to read it. It looked like an impossible task, but if life was still worth something, she had to do it. Nothing could have moved her from this purpose, as wind couldn't have moved her from that high peak, ever.
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The story contains everything I was thinking while playing through that guild questline.
I felt abused as nothing but an errand boy all the time.
"Go fetch this! Visit Hassildor! Get us Falcar's head on a silver platter! Here's some trinket for your troubles..." Their high and mighty attitude was disgusting, treating me not as an equal, but as an eternal underling, and I hated it. The writers for the game tried their best to make the Necromancers seem hopelessly EEEVIL, completely ignoring the fact these were fugitives, hunted down like dogs by the guild's best henchman who was sent to actively seek them out in their refuges. I always wished being able to change sides and become a double agent for Mannimarco.
*catches and put gently on floor with pillow under head*
i really really like this Pic & Story, *thumbs up* -endorsed-
you have a talent here, keep going !