= This is entertaining no? Just me pushing you to random links and telling you what to do... not for you perhaps, but for me? I like seeing you overcome simple objects. Even the simplicity is pleasant. =
Now. This'll be the last one! Not because I'm bored, but simply because I wish for you to continue on in your life... so, I shall ask you the question.

=== If you were given a wish, what would you ask for? ===
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Immortality?
!An answer to this question.
Why do you ask for a curse?

Let's be real with ourselves. Not even gods can handle immortality. Only I can handle immortality.
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Endless Riches?
!An answer to this question.
What can you gain or bribe with this much riches, when all riches are now what isn't yours?

Would you not be poor?
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Love?
!An answer to this question.
What is love that isn't earned? Love is too abstract for even me to clarify for you. You have the blessing to love.

And I admire that.
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Forgiveness
!An answer to this question.
Why ask a god for forgiveness, when I am not the one you wronged? As if I can cleanse you?

Perhaps making the world a better place, is to be forgiven.
|}
=== Or [[Winds of Magic|something that I already have for you?]] ===

Unknown 3

2026-02-12T14:33:20Z

CyboldDaRobold:

= This is entertaining no? Just me pushing you to random links and telling you what to do... not for you perhaps, but for me? I like seeing you overcome simple objects. Even the simplicity is pleasant. =
Now. This'll be the last one! Not because I'm bored, but simply because I wish for you to continue on in your life... so, I shall ask you the question.

=== If you were given a wish, what would you ask for? ===
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Immortality?
!An answer to this question.
Why do you ask for a curse?

Let's be real with ourselves. Not even gods can handle immortality. Only I can handle immortality.
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Endless Riches?
!An answer to this question.
What can you gain or bribe with this much riches, when all riches are now what isn't yours?

Would you not be poor?
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Love?
!An answer to this question.
What is love that isn't earned? Love is too abstract for even me to clarify for you. You have the blessing to love.

And I admire that.
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|+Forgiveness
!An answer to this question.
Why ask a god for forgiveness, when I am not the one you wronged? As if I can cleanse you?

Perhaps making the world a better place, is to be forgiven.
|}
=== Or [[Winds of Magic|something I that I already have for you?]] ===

Unknown 3

2026-02-12T14:29:10Z

CyboldDaRobold:

Unknown 3

2026-02-12T14:28:34Z

CyboldDaRobold:

= This is entertaining no? Just me pushing you to random links and telling you what to do... not for you perhaps, but for me? I like seeing you overcome simple objects. Even the simplicity is pleasant. =
Now. This'll be the last one! Not because I'm bored, but simply because I wish for you to continue on in your life... so, I shall ask you the question.

=== If you were given a wish, what would you ask for? ===
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+Immortality?
!An answer to this question.
Let's be real with ourselves. Not even gods can handle immortality. Only I can handle immortality.
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+Endless Riches?
!An answer to this question.
What can you gain with this much riches, when all riches are now what isn't yours?
|}
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+Love?
!An answer to this question.
What can you gain with this much riches, when all riches are now what isn't yours?
|}

=== Or [[Winds of Magic|something I that I already have for you?]] ===

Wizard

2026-02-12T14:24:51Z

CyboldDaRobold:

<span style="color: red;"> ''' This page is a work in progress and not yet canon '''</span>

{| class="wikitable"
!Antagonist
{| class="wikitable"
|+
! colspan="2" |Wizard
|-
|Picture here
|Role goals here
|}
|}
Wizards hail from a mysterious, unknown and rather strange force, whose existence parallels with life as a concept. They've arrived to enlighten the crew of all potential knowledge, be it lethal or fun, it matters not.

Wizard as an antagonist, is meant to show off, to show glamor, daze and sparkles. Killing people is not obligated, what is however, is that you show the world how amazing it could be, just if they start to pick up their slack. This "wisdom", is something the foolish minds can't comprehend, so don't be too harsh on them. Treat them like fauna, punish them if necessary, or for the lecture.

A wizard's ability to speak depends solely on their language from their past body's life, however, they've come to know a new language as well. The winds of magic. It appears as a breath, escaping their lips. Glitter and sparks exposed to the air. At least to unenlightened ones, to a wizard this might as well be an entire novella.

== The Wizard Federation ==
The wizard federation doesn't actually exist as a governing body. Rather exists as a position of central hub for the wizards to move around. We've been unable to track down this position... As declared by the wizards; "Foolish mortal minds are not ready to comprehend such grandiose ideas and thoughts, that another dimension exists beyond." It is a ploy that even the wizards play into, saying they're sent by the federation. In truth, the wizard is sent here simply by fate. The fact that anyone is in the way is unfortunate in itself.

The Wizard Federation's headquarters is in a constant state of quantum fluctuations. Observe and it'll appear for you. Turn away, and it'll cease to exist. Only when a wizard is alive, will it come forth, thus forming the federation. We are still not sure how this correlates with the bigger scheme of the wizards power, and their relations to artifacts.
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+
!Report From Central Command regarding the Wizard Federation.
|-
|<code>The wizard is an unfathomable figure, a being of pure magic, material, unknown, potential, luster, destruction, healing, order, chaos, knowledge and ignorance. They wander like normal people, until they don't. Whisked away by the 'winds of the primordial magic', or so they claim. Then, they return, empowered, maddened and unknown to their former family, friends, comrades and even enemies.</code>
<code>To simplify it, a wizard goes through a path similar to an unwilling Buddhist. Abandoning who they once were, to become someone else. To experience true freedom from sin and debauchery. For they are nothing, but a vessel to the unknown.</code>
<code>The wizard federation. It is what they call this unknown wielding them as a vessel. It doesn’t exist, but in a manifolded way. Every wizard we find is it given form. It frightens us to say, that they do not have an order. They’re beyond even bureaucracy. What is the unknown? Well the answers obvious, unknown. However the wizard, is an anomaly. Compared to an heretic, we know the source of their magic. The otherworldly beings have forms and names. Compared to a god, they have orders and laws. Compared to even the lowly species with anomalous properties or the stupendous artifacts of strange properties… the wizard.</code>

<code>From our hazy reports post-wizard attacks, wizards are the embodiment of knowledge yet to be found. The wizard has been found thorough all of history as different forms. The one making a waterwheel is a witch. The one discovering the electricity is a wizard. The one dodging gods fate of being struck by lightning by being in a field is a heretic. The unknown knowledge, even to gods, is the primordial force of magic itself. Knowledge, pent up, given form. Perhaps one day, we will be able to form a fireball like the wizard. However, it frightens me what the wizard then will do…</code>
|}

== The Concept of Magic ==
Magic, is an otherworldly force we're not familiar with, always announced by the wizards. There has only been rumors about it circulating close to all wizards federations, yet all refusal to elaborate upon it. Even with torture, they refuse to buckle.

There has been rumors to why an wizard comes to exist. They're granted something from this unknown concept, which completely erases all other priorities, goals, loved ones or anything in their past life. All to serve to the concept.

There is rumors about the winds of magic have shown itself in history for all species, through scientists who discover the unknown. However people, show fear to these "scientists". The knowledge the scientists finds are typically abhorred as they extend so far from our society's perception of logical, that we consider them as wizards. This may be a repeating case come to pass.
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+
!The Chronicle of [[Unknown]] and Known.
|-
|<code>Looming in the darkness, a floating citadel of steel and fluids never seen before. Ever shifting colors and chaotic patterns that somehow smoothly blend together. Quantum fluctuations spinning rapidly around the tower, dark energy itself shifting around these particles and materials. This is no ordinary place. This is one of the many wizard federations outposts… within the hollowed interior, books stacked to the skies and back to the earth again, eyes of eternity gazing in one direction till they’ve seen it all that way. Singularities as lamps, their light forced out for an luminous display… the wooden tiles shifting from death, alive and simply null. Whatever is appropriate for the steps taken. The loud clacks of leather shoes rings through the halls… ringing with the wavelengths broken apart by the singularities greedy nature. The wavelengths turning to words of wisdom and to lies of hilarity.</code>
<code>The avali wizard steps forth beneath the luminous collapsed stars. Clad in the robes of a blue arch mage. Their face looking misaligned upon the floor while their eyes peer through their skull. Many of their kin would consider this taboo, foolish even. They broke away from their pack a long ago, though they suffer nay any symptoms… why would they? Their flock is the infinite arcane essence. The winds of magic. That they all agreed to… Many more hooded figures follows behind. Each carrying bizarre artifacts given to them from the winds of wisdom. Some are only blood vessels, others is simply the clothing itself. The most notable one, being one that is the shadow on the floor. All artifacts, nuggets of wisdom and intelligence that have yet to be obtained.</code>

<code>They wander in synchronized and elegant steps. Not one slower, not one faster. Not one without the winds of magic flowing through their bodies. Eventually, the wizards would cease their wandering, seemingly at random upon the middle of the entrance way, the door mere seconds away… and reality unfolds. Displacing them all at each corner of a endless room. The table in the middle being of porcelain, gilded with crusty crystals, poking out and unmaking themselves when necessary, gold floating upwards and sinking down at order and as well as the porcelain itself whispering secrets, remaining silent once wizards spoke.</code>
<code>The shadow wizard would reach its body out, covering the entire table, within each corner, their fingers rose to… making a set of eyes for each wizard at the meeting. A polite gesture of interest. They spoke out, a cacophony of voices, each different to the wizards, however all translated to one…</code>

<code>''”The winds are not pleased at the others lack of progression. They stall. They bicker. And they use simple nukes to their problems. Nay stars gone, nay cosmos erupted. Primitives.”''</code>

<code>At each word, the winds within each murmur, taking and grafting away knowledge to their own minds, before crocheting words into others wisdom. A tangent of opinions that would rip apart any fool clever enough to understand the only surface of philosophy. Eventually, they all went quiet and turned their gaze to the human, a rather new wizard. His eyes of gems in a otherwise dead body, his tongue lolled out of his maw to speak, a tiny face on it, with a tinier little wizards hat.</code>

<code>''”They fear us. They fear progress. They stall it with their games, their foolish little games. Each new clone, useless. Wasting away potential… i believe we should teach them of more.”''</code>

<code>The murmur returns, shorter albeit. As the wisdom needed to bind was little now. They had only one conclusion as the mind they were all together. Each wizard holding up their hand towards the sky… towards the ever shifting void… pointing at the primordial foundation that encompasses all minds. The winds of magic. In a instantaneous quantum flux. The winds would erupt, making a storm drape the wizards council. They were blown away along the winds… each wizard skipping along the words spoken like jumping from platform to another platform… some wizard barely make it while weaker perish. Though the weaker then returns to these winds. So no loss there.</code>

<code>Eventually, they all finally regroup, landing on an artificial floating field of dirt and grass… the flower of wisdom growing in an gentle spurt. It’s glass shape, deceiving all to think of it as artificial. But nay. This flower is the winds crystallized form. This is all flowers in the world… each blink shaping the flower anew…</code>

<code>The avali, steps forth… plucking the flower…</code>

<code>And speaks forth, with the final truth to speak of the conclusion the council have come onto;</code>

<big>'''<code>“Teach them to fear us so they may replicate us.”</code>'''</big>
|}

Unknown

2026-02-12T14:23:55Z

CyboldDaRobold: Created page with "= You wish to know more, young one? = Such knowledge is too great for such little effort! How about we play a game? A riddle, if you must. I ask you questions, and you shall answer with utmost honesty. == Where hails the infamous changeling, the deceiver of many, from? == === 1. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 Nanotrasen.] === === 2. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 Primitive Forces of our Universe.] === === 3. The Syndicate. =..."

= You wish to know more, young one? =
Such knowledge is too great for such little effort! How about we play a game? A riddle, if you must. I ask you questions, and you shall answer with utmost honesty.

== Where hails the infamous changeling, the deceiver of many, from? ==

=== 1. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 Nanotrasen.] ===

=== 2. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 Primitive Forces of our Universe.] ===

=== 3. [[Unknown 2.|The Syndicate.]] ===

=== 4. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 A bagel with a donut inside of it.] ===

Unknown 2.

2026-02-12T14:23:48Z

CyboldDaRobold: Created page with "= How curious! You arrive to seek more information? = [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 Very well! I shall indulge you. This time, less of an niche information subject and more so an fun little game for us to enjoy...] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 I wish for you to find the right letter in this sentence, the one most attuned with wizards. The one you believe would fit one of such grandiose orders so dearly well...] [https://www.youtube.com/wa..."

= How curious! You arrive to seek more information? =
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 Very well! I shall indulge you. This time, less of an niche information subject and more so an fun little game for us to enjoy...]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 I wish for you to find the right letter in this sentence, the one most attuned with wizards. The one you believe would fit one of such grandiose orders so dearly well...]
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 I am an wizard whose powers is to rod people I sure love to rod people mmm its so fun to turn myself into a tungsten rod and fly through people with the power of gods in my plam yayyyy smite smite smite ooo dont get windy now oooo i love rodding people smite smite, whats this??? mindswap??? dont mind if I DOOOOOO]
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIh_8vS16l0 This wizard is barely a flower in my garden...] [[Unknown 3|lacking creativity]].

2025-11-12T15:30:56Z

CyboldDaRobold: Minor Spelling mistake

The Wizard orders finest:

Writer comments: Antag card here, yet to figure out how to make it.
{| class="wikitable"
|+
!Antagonist
{| class="wikitable"
|+
! colspan="2" |Wizard
|-
|Picture here
|Role goals here
|}
|}
Wizards hail from an mysterious, unknown and rather strange force, whose existence parallels with life as a concept. They've arrived to enlighten the crew of all the potential, be it lethal or fun knowledge, matters not.

Wizard as an antagonist, is meant to show off, to show glamor, daze and sparkles. Killing people is not obligated, what is however, is that you show the world how amazing it could be, just if they start to pick up their slack. This "wisdom", is something the foolish minds can't comprehend, so don't be too harsh on them. Treat them like fauna, punish them if necessary, or for the lecture.

Wizards ability to speak depends solely on their language from their past body's life, however they've come to know a new language too. The winds of magic. It appears to be a breath, escaping their lips, glitter and sparks exposed to the air. To us that is, this might as well be an entire novella to the wizard.

== The Wizard Federation ==
The wizard federation, is a myth. It doesn't actually exist as a governing body. Its a metaphor, for the winds of magic, for foolish mortal minds are not ready to comprehend such grandiose ideas and thoughts, that another dimension exists beyond these winds dimension. It is a ploy that even the wizards play into, saying they're sent by the federation. In truth, the wizard is sent here simply by fate. The fact you were in the way is unfortunate in itself.

The Wizard Federation's headquarters is in a constant state of quantum fluctuations. Observed and it'll appear for you. No longer observed, and it'll cease to exist. Only when a wizard is alive, will it come forth, thus forming the federation. For only when a wizard is there, will the winds of magic disguise itself in an concept rather than a being.
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+
!Report From Central Command regarding the Wizard Federation.
|-
|<code>The wizard is an unfathomable figure, an being of pure magic, material, unknown, potential, lackluster, destruction, healing, order, chaos, knowledge and ignorance. They wander like normal people, till suddenly they don’t. Whisked away by the winds of the primordial magic. And then they return, empowered, maddened and unknown to their former family, friends, comrades and even enemies.</code>
<code>To simplify it. A wizard goes through the path similar to an Buddhist. Abandoning who they once were, to become someone else. To experience true freedom from sin and debauchery. For they are nothing, but a vessel to the unknown.</code>
<code>The wizard federation. It is what they call this unknown wielding them as a vessel. It doesn’t exist, but in a manifolded way. Every wizard we find is it given form. It frightens us to say, that they do not have an order. They’re beyond even bureaucracy. What is the unknown? Well the answers obvious, unknown. However the wizard, is an anomaly. Compared to an heretic, we know the source of their magic. The otherworldly beings have forms and names. Compared to an god, they have orders and laws. Compared to even the lowly species with anomalous properties or the stupendous artifacts of strange properties… the wizard.</code>

<code>From our hazy reports post-wizard attacks, its the culmination of all knowledge yet to be found. The wizard has been found thorough all of history as different forms. The one making a waterwheel is a witch. The one discovering the electricity is a wizard. The one dodging gods fate of being struck by lightning by being in a field is a heretic. The unknown knowledge, even to gods, is the primordial winds of magic itself. Knowledge, pent up, given form. Perhaps one day, we will be able to form a fireball like the wizard. However, it frightens me what the wizard then will do…</code>
|}

== The Winds of Magic ==
The winds of magic, is an otherworldly entity, unknown to all but wizards. It is what forms the concept of the wizards federation. To assume it has a will is foolish, to assume its primitive is idiotic. However its pent up with all the knowledge yet to be discovered, to be unveiled and to be taken for granted. Hence, it beckons for people to find it.

That is why an wizard comes to exist. They're given a small nugget of true knowledge from these winds, which completely erases all other priorities, goals, loved ones or anything in their past life. All to serve to the winds of magic as a new host. Once you are chosen, you become part of it, you will be part of it. Your self is not the matter. Your new goal is to spread the knowledge you've been given.

The winds of magic have shown itself in history for all species, through scientists who discover the unknown. However people, show fear to these "scientists". For they didn't discover this science in a normal way, they got blessed by the impatient winds of magic, to push forward their species. Of course primitives will be frightened. This is a godly boon, whose presents the primitives have received. They'll always be afraid. So simply teach them with force.
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+
!The Chronicle of Unknown and Known.
|-
|<code>Looming in the darkness, a floating citadel of steel and fluids never seen before. Ever shifting colors and chaotic patterns that somehow smoothly blend together. Quantum fluctuations spinning rapidly around the tower, dark energy itself shifting around these particles and materials. This is no ordinary place. This is one of the many wizard federations outposts… within the hollowed interior, books stacked to the skies and back to the earth again, eyes of eternity gazing in one direction till they’ve seen it all that way. Singularities as lamps, their light forced out for an luminous display… the wooden tiles shifting from death, alive and simply null. Whatever is appropriate for the steps taken. The loud clacks of leather shoes rings through the halls… ringing with the wavelengths broken apart by the singularities greedy nature. The wavelengths turning to words of wisdom and to lies of hilarity.</code>
<code>The avali wizard steps forth beneath the luminous collapsed stars. Clad in the robes of a blue arch mage. Their face looking misaligned upon the floor while their eyes peer through their skull. Many of their kin would consider this taboo, foolish even. They broke away from their pack a long ago, though they suffer nay any symptoms… why would they? Their flock is the infinite arcane essence. The winds of magic. That they all agreed to… Many more hooded figures follows behind. Each carrying bizarre artifacts given to them from the winds of wisdom. Some are only blood vessels, others is simply the clothing itself. The most notable one, being one that is the shadow on the floor. All artifacts, nuggets of wisdom and intelligence that have yet to be obtained.</code>

<code>They wander in synchronized and elegant steps. Not one slower, not one faster. Not one without the winds of magic flowing through their bodies. Eventually, the wizards would cease their wandering, seemingly at random upon the middle of the entrance way, the door mere seconds away… and reality unfolds. Displacing them all at each corner of a endless room. The table in the middle being of porcelain, gilded with crusty crystals, poking out and unmaking themselves when necessary, gold floating upwards and sinking down at order and as well as the porcelain itself whispering secrets, remaining silent once wizards spoke.</code>
<code>The shadow wizard would reach its body out, covering the entire table, within each corner, their fingers rose to… making a set of eyes for each wizard at the meeting. A polite gesture of interest. They spoke out, a cacophony of voices, each different to the wizards, however all translated to one…</code>

<code>''”The winds are not pleased at the others lack of progression. They stall. They bicker. And they use simple nukes to their problems. Nay stars gone, nay cosmos erupted. Primitives.”''</code>

<code>At each word, the winds within each murmur, taking and grafting away knowledge to their own minds, before crocheting words into others wisdom. A tangent of opinions that would rip apart any fool clever enough to understand the only surface of philosophy. Eventually, they all went quiet and turned their gaze to the human, a rather new wizard. His eyes of gems in a otherwise dead body, his tongue lolled out of his maw to speak, a tiny face on it, with a tinier little wizards hat.</code>

<code>''”They fear us. They fear progress. They stall it with their games, their foolish little games. Each new clone, useless. Wasting away potential… i believe we should teach them of more.”''</code>

<code>The murmur returns, shorter albeit. As the wisdom needed to bind was little now. They had only one conclusion as the mind they were all together. Each wizard holding up their hand towards the sky… towards the ever shifting void… pointing at the primordial foundation that encompasses all minds. The winds of magic. In a instantaneous quantum flux. The winds would erupt, making a storm drape the wizards council. They were blown away along the winds… each wizard skipping along the words spoken like jumping from platform to another platform… some wizard barely make it while weaker perish. Though the weaker then returns to these winds. So no loss there.</code>

<code>Eventually, they all finally regroup, landing on an artificial floating field of dirt and grass… the flower of wisdom growing in an gentle spurt. It’s glass shape, deceiving all to think of it as artificial. But nay. This flower is the winds crystallized form. This is all flowers in the world… each blink shaping the flower anew…</code>

<code>The avali, steps forth… plucking the flower…</code>

<code>And speaks forth, with the final truth to speak of the conclusion the council have come onto;</code>

<code><big>'''“Teach them to fear us so they may replicate us.”'''</big></code>
|}

Wizard

2025-11-12T15:29:42Z

CyboldDaRobold: I've made this funny page for the wizards!

The Wizard orders finest:

Writer comments: Antag card here, yet to figure out how to make it.
{| class="wikitable"
|+
!Antagonist
{| class="wikitable"
|+
! colspan="2" |Wizard
|-
|Picture here
|Role goals here
|}
|}
Wizards hail from an mysterious, unknown and rather strange force, whose existence parallels with life as a concept. They've arrived to enlighten the crew of all the potential, be it lethal or fun knowledge, matters not.

Wizard as an antagonist, is meant to show off, to show glamor, daze and sparkles. Killing people is not obligated, what is however, is that you show the world how amazing it could be, just if they start to pick up their slack. This "wisdom", is something the foolish minds can't comprehend, so don't be too harsh on them. Treat them like fauna, punish them if necessary, or for the lecture.

Wizards ability to speak depends solely on their language from their past body's life, however they've come to know a new language too. The winds of magic. It appears to be a breath, escaping their lips, glitter and sparks exposed to the air. To us that is, this might as well be an entire novella to the wizard.

== The Wizard Federation ==
The wizard federation, is a myth. It doesn't actually exist as a governing body. Its a metaphor, for the winds of magic, for foolish mortal minds are not ready to comprehend such grandiose ideas and thoughts, that another dimension exists beyond these winds dimension. It is a ploy that even the wizards play into, saying they're sent by the federation. In truth, the wizard is sent here simply by fate. The fact you were in the way is unfortunate in itself.

The Wizard Federation's headquarters is in a constant state of quantum fluctuations. Observed and it'll appear for you. No longer observed, and it'll cease to exist. Only when a wizard is alive, will it come forth, thus forming the federation. For only when a wizard is there, will the winds of magic disguise itself in an concept rather than a being.
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+
!Report From Central Command regarding the Wizard Federation.
|-
|<code>The wizard is an unfathomable figure, an being of pure magic, material, unknown, potential, lackluster, destruction, healing, order, chaos, knowledge and ignorance. They wander like normal people, till suddenly they don’t. Whisked away by the winds of the primordial magic. And then they return, empowered, maddened and unknown to their former family, friends, comrades and even enemies.</code>
<code>To simplify it. A wizard goes through the path similar to an Buddhist. Abandoning who they once were, to become someone else. To experience true freedom from sin and debauchery. For they are nothing, but a vessel to the unknown.</code>
<code>The wizard federation. It is what they call this unknown wielding them as a vessel. It doesn’t exist, but in a manifolded way. Every wizard we find is it given form. It frightens us to say, that they do not have an order. They’re beyond even bureaucracy. What is the unknown? Well the answers obvious, unknown. However the wizard, is an anomaly. Compared to an heretic, we know the source of their magic. The otherworldly beings have forms and names. Compared to an god, they have orders and laws. Compared to even the lowly species with anomalous properties or the stupendous artifacts of strange properties… the wizard.</code>

<code>From our hazy reports post-wizard attacks, its the culmination of all knowledge yet to be found. The wizard has been found thorough all of history as different forms. The one making a waterwheel is a witch. The one discovering the electricity is a wizard. The one dodging gods fate of being struck by lightning by being in a field is a heretic. The unknown knowledge, even to gods, is the primordial winds of magic itself. Knowledge, pent up, given form. Perhaps one day, we will be able to form a fireball like the wizard. However, it frightens me what the wizard then will do…</code>
|}

== The Winds of Magic ==
The winds of magic, is an otherworldly entity, unknown to all but wizards. It is what forms the concept of the wizards federation. To assume it has a will is foolish, to assume its primitive is idiotic. However its pent up with all the knowledge yet to be discovered, to be unveiled and to be taken for granted. Hence, it beckons for people to find it.

That is why an wizard comes to exist. They're given a small nugget of true knowledge from these winds, which completely erases all other priorities, goals, loved ones or anything in their past life. All to serve to the winds of magic as a new host. Once you are chosen, you become part of it, you will be part of it. Your self is not the matter. Your new goal is to spread the knowledge you've been given.

The winds of magic have shown itself in history for all species, through scientists who discover the unknown. However people, show fear to these "scientists". For they didn't discover this science in a normal way, they got blessed by the impatient winds of magic, to push forward their species. Of course primitives will be frightened. This is a godly boon, whose presents the primitives have received. They'll always be afraid. So simply teach them with force.
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible"
|+
!The Chronicle of Unknown and Known.
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|<code>Looming in the darkness, a floating citadel of steel and fluids never seen before. Ever shifting colors and chaotic patterns that somehow smoothly blend together. Quantum fluctuations spinning rapidly around the tower, dark energy itself shifting around these particles and materials. This is no ordinary place. This is one of the many wizard federations outposts… within the hollowed interior, books stacked to the skies and back to the earth again, eyes of eternity gazing in one direction till they’ve seen it all that way. Singularities as lamps, their light forced out for an luminous display… the wooden tiles shifting from death, alive and simply null. Whatever is appropriate for the steps taken. The loud clacks of leather shoes rings through the halls… ringing with the wavelengths broken apart by the singularities greedy nature. The wavelengths turning to words of wisdom and to lies of hilarity.</code>
<code>The avali wizard steps forth beneath the luminous collapsed stars. Clad in the robes of a blue arch mage. Their face looking misaligned upon the floor while their eyes peer through their skull. Many of their kin would consider this taboo, foolish even. They broke away from their pack a long ago, though they suffer nay any symptoms… why would they? Their flock is the infinite arcane essence. The winds of magic. That they all agreed to… Many more hooded figures follows behind. Each carrying bizarre artifacts given to them from the winds of wisdom. Some are only blood vessels, others is simply the clothing itself. The most notable one, being one that is the shadow on the floor. All artifacts, nuggets of wisdom and intelligence that have yet to be obtained.</code>

<code>They wander in synchronized and elegant steps. Not one slower, not one faster. Not one without the winds of magic flowing through their bodies. Eventually, the wizards would cease their wandering, seemingly at random upon the middle of the entrance way, the door mere seconds away… and reality unfolds. Displacing them all at each corner of a endless room. The table in the middle being of porcelain, gilded with crusty crystals, poking out and unmaking themselves when necessary, gold floating upwards and sinking down at order and as well as the porcelain itself whispering secrets, remaining silent once wizards spoke.</code>
<code>The shadow wizard would reach its body out, covering the entire table, within each corner, their fingers rose to… making a set of eyes for each wizard at the meeting. A polite gesture of interest. They spoke out, a cacophony of voices, each different to the wizards, however all translated to one…</code>

<code>''”The winds are not pleased at the others lack of progression. They stall. They bicker. And they use simple nukes to their problems. Nay stars gone, nay cosmos erupted. Primitives.”''</code>

<code>At each word, the winds within each murmur, taking and grafting away knowledge to their own minds, before crocheting words into others wisdom. A tangent of opinions that would rip apart any fool clever enough to understand the only surface of philosophy. Eventually, they all went quiet and turned their gaze to the human, a rather new wizard. His eyes of gems in a otherwise dead body, his tongue lolled out of his maw to speak, a tiny face on it, with a tinier little wizards hat.</code>

<code>''”They fear us. They fear progress. They stall it with their games, their foolish little games. Each new clone, useless. Wasting away potential… i believe we should teach them of more.”''</code>

<code>The murmur returns, shorter albeit. As the wisdom needed to bind was little now. They had only one conclusion as the mind they were all together. Each wizard holding up their hand towards the sky… towards the ever shifting void… pointing at the primordial foundation that encompasses all minds. The winds of magic. In a instantaneous quantum flux. The winds would erupt, making a storm drape the wizards council. They were blown away along the winds… each wizard skipping along the words spoken like jumping from platform to another platform… some wizard barely make it while weaker perish. Though the weaker then returns to these winds. So no loss there.</code>

<code>Eventually, they all finally recoup, landing on an artificial floating field of dirt and grass… the flower of wisdom growing in an gentle spurt. It’s glass shape, deceiving all to think of it as artificial. But nay. This flower is the winds crystallized form. This is all flowers in the world… each blink shaping the flower anew…</code>

<code>The avali, steps forth… plucking the flower…</code>

<code>And speaks forth, with the final truth to speak of the conclusion the council have come onto;</code>

<code><big>'''“Teach them to fear us so they may replicate us.”'''</big></code>
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