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You remember rising from the Mists... so long ago. Your brethren
welcomed you into your physical existence and cared for you until you
managed to cope on your own. Thus decades passed.
As a young child you were taught by the elders of your race. They
showed to you the whole breadth of creation and opened your mind to
encompass whatever your life goal would become. Thus centuries passed.
You spent your youth honing your skills and preparing for the
ultimate quest that would change you forever: the trip to the mists of
Destiny. Thus millennia passed and empires rose and fell.
As a young adult your community prepared you for the final step
towards adolescence: your Destiny Quest in the Mists of Time. In the full
knowledge that this quest would change you forever you finally entered the
Mists that birthed you and emerged changed... as decreed by the Dreamers
from Beyond.
You decided to become a Mindcrafter.
After 7538 years of honing skills he decided to travel to Ancardia. Then he made a mistake. He equipped rings from his inventory and instantly died.