I am the Loremaster.
Impressed? Thought you would be.
I am part of one of the oldest orders in the world. The Order of Lore, not the greatest name for an order, I know, but I wasn't around when it was founded.
The member's of this order are tasked with a land to watch and record, making sure that no detail is missed. It can be demanding work and in my old age even the idea of walking down a step is daunting... filled with peril.
In my youth, I would travel across the different realms ready for whatever came my way. From the common man to nobility, I would gather their news and stories becoming known throughout the kingdoms.
People would wait in line just to meet me!
But as my age progressed, I went out less with each passing year. Now I fear I can only make it to the nearby village.
However, this all changed when I came across such a wonderful little creature. It looks like an ordinary musical box, which one could buy from the market, but no, this little box has a great magic about. It collects stories! What good luck I have been given.
For the past month or so I have been studying it, to discern its age and from the stories it tells I can with good reason guess that it is quite old. So old, that It makes me look like a small child by comparison.
I work with the Music Box day and night, listening to its stories and writing them down with great haste never wanting to miss a word. It feels as if I am transported by some magic to the land in which the stories takes place. The scenes come to life right before my eyes and I have often caught myself so enthralled in by story that I have stopped writing.
This is such a joyous time!
When I stand to be relieved by the next member of my order I will pass it onto them.