Waterhandling
Filtering
Gardening
Excavation
Woodcutting
Dowsing
Mining
Herbalism
Taming
Finesse
Experimentalism
Fusioning
Logging
The Mosquito Comments on self
I am called The Mosquito, Marshal of the Knights of the Bell.
My oath belongs to Marind Bell now, but I was not forged beneath the light of its sanctuary. Before I carried the authority of the Bell, my path descended into Necrovion, where silence possesses weight and every shadow seems to remember the steps of those who entered before you.
In those days, I mistook darkness for certainty.
I wandered among the desolate passages of Necrovion and listened to the wordless presence of the Shades. They did not speak as men speak, nor did they offer comfort, forgiveness, or purpose. They reflected what was carried before them. In their darkness I witnessed fragments of myself—hunger, anger, ambition, and the desire to become something the Realm could not ignore.
There, I swore an oath to Necrovion and placed my faith in the endurance of shadow.
The Shades taught me that darkness is not merely the absence of light. It can conceal, preserve, divide, and reveal. Before them, titles meant nothing. Pride meant nothing. Only the shape of one’s inner nature remained.
I believed that by accepting the shadow, I had mastered it.
I was mistaken.
The longer I remained, the more difficult it became to distinguish my own will from the darkness surrounding it. What began as a search for strength slowly became servitude to impulses I no longer questioned. I carried the silence of Necrovion with me, and suspicion followed wherever I walked. I had learned how to endure, but not what was worthy of endurance. I had learned how to oppose, but not what deserved my protection.
My departure from Necrovion was neither simple nor without consequence. An oath given in darkness does not disappear merely because one has found another road. Its memory remains, clinging like dust to armor.
Eventually, my wandering brought me before Marind Bell.
I expected its light to reject me.
Instead, I found a land protected not by innocence, but by understanding. Marind Bell was a tranquil sanctuary, yet beneath its stillness rested forgotten knowledge, guarded passages, unfinished mysteries, and the great presence of the Bell itself. Its light did not erase the shadows I carried. It revealed them.
The Angiens were stranger than the tales I had heard. They were not simple opposites of the Shades, nor merely radiant beings sent to destroy darkness. Their nature carried contradiction and balance. In their presence, I began to understand that light without awareness can blind as easily as darkness can conceal.
The Shades had shown me what existed within me.
The Angiens forced me to decide what I would become.
I was received into Marind Bell not because my past had been forgotten, but because I chose to make it serve a different purpose. My knowledge of Necrovion became vigilance. My familiarity with darkness became a means of recognizing threats others might overlook. The patience I learned among the Shades became discipline beneath the Bell.
I entered the Knights of the Bell first as one seeking direction, then as one willing to stand in defense of the land. Through trial, service, and loyalty, I rose until I was entrusted with the office of Marshal.
I do not pretend that the shadow has vanished from me. A man who denies his darkness merely gives it freedom to move unseen. I remember Necrovion. I remember my oath before the Shades. I remember the person who believed fear and power were the same as respect.
Those memories are not chains. They are warnings.
As Marshal, I command no Knight to destroy darkness simply because it is dark, nor to worship light simply because it shines. Every force must be understood by its nature, every enemy judged by their actions, and every oath weighed by the purpose it serves.
My loyalty now belongs to Marind Bell, its citizens, and the Knights who answer its call. I defend the paths of its Pilgrims, guide its Squires through their trials, and stand beside its Knights when words can no longer preserve the sanctuary.
Some within Marind Bell may never fully trust one who once swore himself to Necrovion. I do not condemn them for their caution. Trust should not be demanded by rank; it must be earned through action.
Let them watch me.
Let the Shades remember me.
Let the Angiens judge what I have chosen to become.
I am The Mosquito—a creature easily dismissed, difficult to silence, and remembered long after its presence is first felt.
I was shaped by shadow, awakened by light, and tempered by the space between them.
I am Marshal of the Knights of the Bell.
When Marind Bell calls, I shall answer.