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The Chronicle of Kindred (Found in the rubble of the Swirling Tankard Inn, A.K.A the Black-Jade Abbey)        We, were always as we are now, we did not however fully realize this at first.        Greatness was never one of those things that were difficult for us. We were born the son of a wealthy, though impeccably inconsequential, land baron and an arch-wizardess. With a silver spoon in our mouth and powerful magics at our fingertips, greatness was never something to be achieved, instead it was a tool used to inspire fear and respect in others.        Our father, in hindsight was a bumbling fool, merely a coin purse and a male benefac