Submitted: 13 August 2000

The Neglect of the Moon Magi. Why does it continue?

by Meerc Goldenshire

"I do not believe we've met," the man stated as he filled his glass. "Meerc," the Prydaen nodded with a slight grin, "student of the Celestial Compact of the Lunar Accord. Also known as a Moon Mage." Grinning, Meerc raised the glass to his lips and tipped it, taking a slight sip.

The narrow jade band around the mage's finger glinted as he leaned against the counter. "Barkeep," he spoke, "I'm sure you hear many complaints day in and day out. We all do," he continued, "So if you don't mind, I'd like to confide in you a concern of mine. You respect Empaths, doncha? Healin people up when they can, bein downright useful," without pausing for an answer he continues, "and the Clerics who raise the fallen. Ya respect them as well, no?"

Baresh nodded as he whiped a glass clean, listening to the prydaen mage speak. Meerc raised his glass to his lips and took another long sip of the milk before he went on, "We Moon Mages are one of the most neglected groups of all. We perform so many tasks with so little thanks. Why, not long ago I refused to open a Moon Gate," the mage grumbled on, "and the person demanding it began to insult me for not being helpful to him!" The kit shook his head and finished off the rest of the milk.

"It's disgusting I tell ya, Barbarians and Warrior Mages come to our Guildhalls just to cause trouble. I've been in these lands for 4 years now and I still cannot understand these people." Meerc glanced over his shoulder nervously and leaned in to whisper, "And it won't get any better as long as our members have no backbone." The mage turns, pushing himself off the counter and glances about. Quickly, he leaves.