我是博林

For centuries, my people have survived in the desert. Deep in the depths of the Sand, many thought it was impossible to live. Even the heartiest plans could only survive the milder seasons, and our every day was a struggle for water and food. But we survived nonetheless.

There were few outsiders who ventured this deep into the desert, but those that did mocked us. They felt our clothes and weapons were antiquated and lagging behind the modern world. They thought our magic lacked the power needed for their war machines. They saw our lack of gold and jewels as an indication of our worth.

The scholars of the Citadel were the harshest of all. They released rankings of the world’s wizards that considered me, Bolin, among the worst of all wizards. Some even claimed that, without rune or familiar, I wasn’t a wizard at all, and they said I wasn’t even worth selling to the slave vaults of Niftek.

Despite these whispers, I never stopped training. I lacked access to the knowledge scrolls of the Bibliotheca, so I found other ways to learn. I spent my nights meditating with the moon, my only protector from the searing heat of the sun. I mastered my body, mind, and staff with martial arts. I learned to communicate directly with the beasts of our lands. All the things that their fancy scrolls can never teach them.

There is so much left for me to learn, but I fear my time is running short. The world is changing: the beasts grow restless, the weather grows fiercer, and turmoil continues to spread. I love the desert and my people, but I cannot protect them much longer if the world continues to fray. My only choice now is to leave.

The world has long forgotten that some power is too great to contain in a rune and some beasts too fearsome to tame as familiars. But I, Adept Bolin of the Desert, will remind them.

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