This is where my Fable anchors itself to the Soul. I do not deal in realm politics, nor do I seek forum crowns. I am a Fusioneer of the Cycle, attempting to pull the polarity of this realm into a single unbroken line. To apply the raw Heat of Golemus to the forgotten Liquid Dust of Necrovion is not a contradiction ; it is an alchemical inevitability. It is giving form back to the things reality abandoned.

I guard the mountain of Golemus as the Phoenix by day, maintaining the tools, the Heat, and keeping one eye on the horizon for the young blood stepping off the boats. I tend the shadows of Necrovion as the Ash Smith by night, unearthing the questions weve forgotten to ask, and finding answers to questions I have yet to find. I carve the architecture into the space that society chose to squander.

I write the scripts into the bleak cells because a prison is worthless if it is only a punishment, when it was always meant to be an alchemical chamber of the Self. I evaluate the reflections the Discarded leave in the dark. I hold the Warden's Keys, and if an inmate demonstrates a shift in perspective, I turn the Lock. You are granted the Illusion of Freedom, but you will carry the weight of your choices.

Im a simple bird dedicated to his work. A Bodhisattva in shattered obsidian armor. If you need shelter, follow the Moonlight, for it will always lead your way. If you instead seek to bring rot to my realm, know that there is no corner far enough for you to find Peace ever again. We have all the time in the world, and there's beauty in Dreaming. So call out to the Phoenix if ever you're in need... Just don't be too surprised when Change answers.