| The Truth Be Told |
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| Written by Kender | ||||||
| Monday, 26 June 2006 | ||||||
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The truth behind the mysterious and elusive Kender, that's me. I feel no obligation in writing this, as I'm confident in my own decisions to defend myself based on my own actions. I hope that this testimony can be taken in good will, as it is the basis for my defense. On such a note, I think that for you to truly understand the reasons for my actions, I must first explain how I got here. I also think it should be understood that focusing on such a level to write this shows my years of practice and experience from dedication to life as an Illusionist. I, as all of my race, came under what is known as Wanderlust. For you to fully understand the effects of such a thing, I need to explain to you the effects of wanderlust on the body. It has the feeling of a fire that burns in the pits of my soul, that reaches all the way to the bottom of my toes, which is bad enough to set my topknot on fire. And the only relief is the ability to leave our homes and search high and low for some source that will close off these deep holes in our soul. This is only accomplished by years of searching and plundering. Now, I can say with almost 100% certainty that I had found that source that would inevitably lead to my freedom. Some would say that it would be a miracle to find a sanctuary at such a young age, but I now understand from the trials of these last few hours that I'm not meant to end my wanderlust for many years to come. I was traveling through the small town of Arcanix, Aundair in the land of Eberron with my friends, and we had stopped off at the local tavern to experience all the wonderful flavors this town had to offer. As everyone knows, Aundair's major exports are cheese and wine. Also, this is the home of the floating towers of wizardry. We were all enjoying a drink called a “Dirty Frosted Fairies”… Well, to say the least, after one drink I was wired. I don't remember too much after that for about an hour. I do remember the Wizard saying that he thought I was a fun drunk, even if it was only after one drink. In the defense of Kenders, I think that I should point out that it doesn't take much for most Kenders to get drunk. In fact, I really have never drunk anything so hard before in my life. It was the first time that I blacked out for any period of time. Now, I came to with quite an abrupt jolt, as I felt myself falling. Looking towards the ground, I saw a world from a high perspective... which was rapidly decreasing. I only momentarily wondered how I had reached this height when I saw something below me that I won't forget for years. I saw a dragon flying below me, charging straight up at me. Well, to say the least, this is not how I had planned on spending my evening, but man was this exciting. I found myself now in control of my freefall; I was no longer thrashing about without direction or control. I took advantage of this and started to direct myself towards the dragon. I figure he can fly, I can't. This should be a lot of fun. I think I was falling faster than he was flying up, and I don't think that he had expected me aiming for him, because I hit him square in face, grabbing his ears to stop myself. I also stopped him in mid-air, as he didn't want me to rip off his ears. Now, we are both in a free fall, tumbling towards earth, waiting for the sharp and sudden splat. That's when it hit me; literally hit me. The dragon had a belt strap that hugged his belly. Tied to this was a bag, about the size of my uncle, Thrills Dragonbeard, but it didn't have such a big tummy. Now, most bags are easy to get into, and this one was really hard. I guess that dragon was afraid something was going to fall out, because I couldn't open it. I think at this point the dragon had come back to his senses, because he was now flying, and I was rolling around on his back fighting with that bag. I believe I took him by such surprise that he had forgotten me. Well, you have to understand I needed that bag opened. So who else could have opened that bag but the dragon, so I asked how to open it. He took this personally, as he made a lunge for me. I remember hitting the ground hard. We must have hit hard enough that I broke my favorite walking stick, and that belt split right off of him. I slipped the bag off of his unconscious body. Thinking quickly, I cast invisibility on myself and backed into the corner near a bunch of rocks. Then, detecting his surface thoughts, I waited for him to wake, which he did after a little while. He began to think about me, the falling, realizing I'm not there, looking for me, then searched for the bag. He came really close to where I was but didn't detect me; I think that he was still shaken. To tell you the truth I think that he took the brunt of the fall. As he started to fly away I had him, he was thinking about how I would never know how to open the bag, and that's when he let it slip. He let loose a flood of information that almost overloaded my senses, and I knew how to open the bag. As soon as he was gone, I backed away from the rocks and started on that bag. I took the better part of the day to get it open. By the end of it I was so hungry that I had to break and look for food. I found a bunch of eggs in a nest; I looked through them at the sun and saw that they were good. After eating a good breakfast, even though it was getting dark, I finished the bag. Upon opening it I discovered that one thing that my heart truly throbs for. This bag led to an extra dimensional space unlike any other I have previously seen. It was holding sharp objects in it and it was not breaking? There was a smaller sack in it that was wrapped quite peculiarly. It was really weird, because now when I think about it, I realize where my error was. So I unwrapped this with anticipation that made my hands shake. It was wrapped in a weird paper. It was really old. I mean it was really old; it almost crumpled in my hands. Inside was the most gorgeous glass rose I have ever seen. I felt that satisfaction almost at once and felt feelings of home, including the smells that accompany a familiarity. It was truly stunning. It was getting cold, so I started a fire. Now, it had rained in the past couple of days, so I used that old paper to help kindle the fire. I must say that that was one of the warmest fires I've ever had the pleasure to enjoy. I started my long walk back to that bar, stopping here and their to get directions. It took me the better part of two weeks to make it back to there. My friends were still there, something about ridding the town of a vampire. I wished them all good luck and went back to the bar to have one last look around. I had the glass roses barred tightly in my bed roll. When I walked into the bar, a tall man approached me who was wearing wizarding clothes from the local school of wizardry, exclaiming that he couldn't believe his eyes. I asked him why? To make a long story short, he bet me that I wouldn't let him cast a spell on me that he had invented. I took the bet and we were off. I guess I should have realized that he was just a student and probably didn't have a good grasp of the major concepts of making new spells. It was supposed to make me able to change my hair color at will. So, the spell didn't go off just right; I guess he did something wrong because now that he talks about it I remember that there was a bright burst of color. And bang, I was soaring above Eberron and falling fast. We had a good time talking about it, but my time had come and I left. I got stopped at the city gates; they took everything I had. They didn't even give me a reason. I'm guessing that my story had traveled pretty far, because everyone was talking about it. From what I understand, the dragon that I landed on had just stolen this bag from the royal family of Aundair, more specifically Queen Aurala's personal collection. Funny thing is that the item they where looking for was not the rose. That was just a ruse. It was a priceless artifact, but that was not what the dragon was after. They were looking for the paper that it was wrapped in. I'm guessing they hoped that it would have been overlooked. I have been told that these papers originally belonged to the Arcane Congress in Arcanix. Something to do with the overall progression of mankind through magic? So, a long story short, I found and lost that rose, but I got to touch it, hold it, and cherish it. So I'm sorry I burned your papers to keep me warm, I can still feel the fire… I just ask that you consider, how was I to know that I got rid of documents that were created before the War, outlining some old and ancient magic? I also ask that no charges be brought against the young wizard that cast the spell on me, because I asked him to cast it on me. I'm a Kender; I would willingly do it again. I also ask that his expulsion from the school be revoked as well. Thank you for hearing my case. Kender
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