Ambry..

A wizard in his tower, left to his spells and tomes..

A wizard with naught but the time to practice, and play.

Without much communication, or availability of such..

What does one do?! Talk to the walls, of course!

Ambry is, and was, a mage of astounding nature. Decades of time were spent perfecting schools of magic, and memorizing spells of great power.. But to his surprise.. solitude was not as peaceful as he had thought. When left with enough time to hear naught but his own thoughts bounce off stone walls.. he began to question his existence, and quality of life. Ambry in time beget the idea of living, and one day decided to attempt magic.. on himself. The creatures which he could so easily create, became the target for his own shapeshift. A squirrel, a dragon, or perhaps a wolf? Such simple goals, but such a tragic outcome..

In the latter days of his experiments, Ambry attempted to shift into something simple, something to live amongst the plain and careless animals that he saw on an often basis. The outcome was not such, however.. The years he spent without someone elses guidance, had led his magic in a darker direction.. one more off point than he thought. Ambry instead shifted into what you see before you, a colorless, unidentifiable "thing" that now carries his personality, and ability to wield magic.

A most tragic outcome... no?



































Or is it?


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