The Lore of Geomancer Jasper of the Wood

Of the Wood by name, Of the Wood by nature.

Jasper was not the most magically talented but enough so that it allowed him to lead a simple life. As a novice Geomancer he spent his days wandering the forested parts of the world. Throwing sand and dirt at the ground as he walked, Jasper was able to read the markings as they fell to the floor without ever breaking stride. He would join with travelling parties and read their futures for them in exchange for some food and water or even a few coins or ales.

One day when walking through the forest, Jasper stumbled across a small wooden puppet in the middle of the path. Jasper was immediately cautious of the puppet. The very air around it felt different; an aura of powerful energy emitting from it. Unsure of how to proceed Jasper did what he knew best, he picked up some dirt and cast it at the ground... but the markings gave away no secrets... This was the first time Jasper had been unable to get even a slight glimpse of the future through his geomancy and this left him feeling uneasy. He decided to camp nearby the doll to allow him time to study it more.

Days went past without learning a thing, those turned into weeks. This part of the forest was a lot less travelled than it had been in years gone by so nobody came through while Jasper was camped. Until one day the faint sound of children laughing and playing slowly approached from the distance. Jasper decided it best not to startle the children and hid just off the path. He continued casting dirt and sand at the ground while he waited(this had become more frantic in the weeks as Jasper failed to get a single reading on the puppet). The children were now almost level with his small camp and all stopped when they noticed the puppet on the track. Initially they were all as cautious as Jasper's first approach, they could feel its presence even without any magical powers. Suddenly, the youngest of the children walked forward as curiosity had gotten the better of him. Jasper watched the small child inch closer and closer to the doll with an outstretched arm, it trembled more with every step closer he took. Just as he was about to lay his hand on the puppet Jasper burst from the bushes beside him and pushed him out the way, but in doing so he grazed the puppet with a bare foot. Instantly the world around him fell dark....

When Jasper finally woke it felt like years had passed, seasons had turned in the woods around him. Something immediately felt wrong; he felt different. A long wooden nose was visible between his eyes. He lifted his hands to see them, small wooden ones were what he gazed down at. He stood up, but the world felt huge around him. He ran and found a small puddle nearby and gazed at his reflection, the pieces finally clicked when he saw the puppet staring back at him. The dark magic had trapped him within it!

He no longer felt hunger or thirst, he need not sleep. Jasper wandered the woods desperate to find a single clue to help him undo this curse. He feared going in to civilisation. His magic was not strong enough to offer him protection from any malicious humans who took an interest in him. In the years he spent in the woods he learned to befriend the animals and live comfortably but deep down Jasper was grossly unhappy with this body. How had it come to this? All to protect a stranger. He secretly longed for an end.

Jasper continued to practice his Geomancy, it improved with time. His ability to read the future more accurately helped him keep sane but one theme kept appearing through his divinations; Flames and Fire.

He started to hear the murmurs from passers by of the forests, a great wizard sacrifice was going to take place... Could this give Jasper a noble way out of his puppet imprisoned life?

Geomancer Jasper, the forest dwelling chancer

Wandering through the wood, reading markings as he could

Telling futures through divination to any passers with inclination

Until upon a puppet he did chance, that gave no answers through Geomance

Perplexed and confused as his magic it refused

A future unable to be seen

He stayed by its side, not taking another stride

Perhaps he had become too keen?

Time marched on, his curiosity now gone

Replaced by a maddening intent

Was this Dark magic? Were things turning tragic?

Countless were the days now spent

Until one day, some children did play

Along the path by Jaspers conundrum

They stopped at the doll, it's magic caused their stall

Felt in an aura around thum

The youngest of the group, stepped ahead of the troop

He feared not what lay on the path

With an outstretched arm, unaware of the harm

Would he do what Jasper dared not hath?

From a bush lept Jasper, he'd never moved faster

He pushed the small boy to the side

Selfless and heroic, Jasper was stoic

But careless had he made his stride

For on the nose of the puppet, his big toe did he stub it

The world fell black around thee

When he awoke from his slumber, Jasper's mind was asunder

He felt like he was made from a tree

In a puddle lay his reflection, his new form at its conception

The small wooden puppet stared back

This dark magic, turned our tale now tragic

Would Jasper get his life back on track?

The years passed by and though Jasper did try

No reversal seemed possible at all

He was stuck made of wood, no solution deemed good

Until he started to hear a call...

His geomantic divinations all gave burning sensations

An arrival of flames and fire

Whispers of a great wizard burning sent his head a turning

Would he resist the call of the pyre?

His mind raced with wonder, thoughts booming like thunder

Ahead was the calling red flames

With no hope of a mend and alone at the end

"Jasper" joined the Forgotten Soul names

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