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I was a Wizard Once I was a wizard once. An unhappy man who sought to escape the mysterious emptiness of my existence, the deep unhappiness my form brought me, through devotion to the pursuit of knowledge. I spent my youth, and an unspeakable amount of my rich family's money, finding ancient tomes of forgotten lore and magic power, while seeking tutoring in arts both creative and martial.
Creative endeavors never spoke to me. It felt impossible to express myself when 'me' was nothingness. But the power afforded me by magic and combat prowess was viscerally satisfying,and the thrill of discovery and theory craft gave a feeling of revelation more satisfying than