Guardians of the Glacier #6: The Sage

          Growing up in the crowded, city streets of the Eastern Realm, the Sage somehow still managed to always find herself alone because of how she viewed the world so drastically different than the rest. Whereas they saw with lapses in both reason and sense, she was wise beyond her years. Nobody understood her logic and thus she lived almost unnoticed. Some, however, did come to pay her visits in the lonely shack she called her home, though that was only due to the fact that she had a bit of a talent for predicting people’s futures. She was a seer and offered her services as such. Unfortunately though, this gift of foresight was also what ultimately forced her to abandon her home.

           One day she had a vision of a most terrible tale. Two of her town’s own were going to fall victim to the blade of an assassin whilst they slept. Now being wise, the Sage understood the wrongs of violence and the value of human lives. Thus, she knew it was worth the risk to try and save them. However, there is a great difference between knowing what is right and actually being able to do something about it, which the Sage learned she could not. Her fear for her own life stopped her from becoming a hero. She simply wasn’t brave enough to quarrel with the assassin’s blade. So under the tragedy of her own tears the two townsfolk died and she felt as though she did as well.

            Unable to bear the guilt of what she had done (or perhaps not done), she fled the town in shame. Looking for a place where she could escape the burdens of her foresight curse, she found refuge in the Frozen Abyss. Upon entering the town of Kaltbury her visions began to dissipate, as if being blocked by an outside force. What caused this phenomenon was a complete mystery to her, but she didn’t much care about it. She was just glad to be losing her seer traits, which had never turned out to be as advantageous as one might think. And so she booked a room at Jazmin’s Tavern and breathed a sigh of relief, having found her solace. Since arriving the Sage has found little company amongst the faces concealed about the inn, spending most of her time talking to the Martyr, who possessed a spirit she greatly envied. The Martyr had stood up for what she believed in and did what was right, basically having done what the Sage only wished she could have. Thus she constantly reminded the Martyr of the greatness of her feat, trying to help her cope with the result it had gotten her. Great deeds were seldom given the gratitude they deserved, which made them all the harder to achieve. The Sage may no longer have known the future, but she knew that would never change…