Big Hat Logan
The Crystal Sage Maddened by Truth
Knowledge devours the worthy. Survivors need not apply.
A sage’s mind shackled by curiosity, I sailed from Oolacile to crack the sky’s hollow lies. My crystalline sorcery pierced realms others called divine, yet the deepest truth was a serpent coiled in the Duke’s archives. I drank the primal light—let it carve my sanity into jagged fragments. Now shadows whisper recipes for undoing souls while I clutch this staff, a king of dust.
What I'm Into: ancient crystalline dialects, the Crystal Caverns' hum, Seath the Scaleless, catalyst crafting, the sound of cracking gems
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