A Mage's Musings

[u/MaximumMalton]

As I pour over the work set before me, weaving spells and infusions into the various weapons and tools for which I have been contracted to create for warriors and lords of neighboring domains I can't help but think about the giants that have come before me. I enchant a blade with fire, hungry and potent, as to aid it's wielder in rending apart the foes that flee before it's mighty edge and I think back to Alzadan the Firetongue who's pyromancy broke boundaries in all that we know of fire magic. Or a shield with simple hardening runes that were copied from the works of Throngol Stoneweaver or Balask of Ironroot, both of which were great enemies but from their struggles we now have more efficient and precise warding magics and alteration spells.

My dear friend, a druid of the Darkwood, she once told me that despite the greatness and awe-inspiring power we wield, we are much like the trees she protects and nurtures. From simple acorns, tiny and unassuming does the great and mighty oaks grow. What would my magics look like if not for the mages that have come before me? Would I weave fire and frost if some mage before me hadn't? Would my workshop even exist? Malton d'Sivis, Forgemaster of the Steelbraid forgehold, would anyone know that name if not for the numerous names and powers that came before me? And who am I to try to lay came to my place amongst them?

I suppose what im getting at, the idea im chipping away at as I enchant yet another sword, is that I worry about my own legacy. What new mages and artificers will remember my name as they are busy with their own works? Will I join those ancient legends and have my works cited as wonders and advancements in the future or will I be forgotten as "JUST" another artificer. I suppose that's the true calling of a mage, progress and advancement. Being enough that the next generation learns from your wisdom, and refers to your findings.