Vision of the First Age

In class today we studied about the greatest of our foes, the targets of the Wyld Hunt itself: Anathema.

Maddened demigods who fell from grace who had to be purged from Creation or fiends spawned from the very depths of Malfeas itself? I did not think too much about the philosophical and theological arguments that people had about them, for the proof of their actions and deeds were apparent. The anathema, whatever anyone said about them, were incredibly powerful. Leaders, diplomats or sorcerers, they stood as skilled as any of the Dragon-blooded.

This meant then, that the Anathema could wield the very lifeblood of Creation, Essence. And wield it most powerfully, given that only the most talented and skilled among the Realm hunted those things, and even then in packs.

It was fascinating.

I begun studying more about this implacable foe. I did not think whether or not they were truly enemies, save to say that empirically, they have proven to be foes of the Realm. Some of them certainly were hated foes of my House, and I too had a determination to someday bring down that mad beast they called the Bull of the North. But more than anything, this fascination on how the Anathema drew on their power, the strength and skill at war captured me.

I thought to myself, "This here is a worthy foe of a Dynast." I resolved then to become a general, a leader, who could strive to be a true heir of Pasiap, and build myself into a child of the dragons who could match even these Anathema head on and unflinching, strong and steadfast as the Imperial Mountain itself.

To do this, I knew I would have to hone myself and focus all my energies into mastery of war and combat, and to harness the resources I could to help me sharpen my talents. The keys to unlocking this in me, I realized, lay not only in physical training but in three other paths. Knowledge, essence, and people.

It was with driven resolve that I set out to accomplish these three paths.