Oslow's Feather
Black feather of little Oslow, the first Smithward. Still retains its power.
We change ourselves constantly. We adapt and persevere such that we may overcome. But never do we get closer. And yet still we try.
We are grass against trees, but where trees learned patience grass has learned persistence. Will blades stretch past branches that shroud and beat down?
I am emboldened by desire, and my blade grows long and sharp to spite the trees. Where I am cut down and will grow again and be undeterred by their woody trusses, my scars will still gouge their trunk with grievous intent.
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Notes: Ties to one individual. Upon tying, this individual immediately respecs their character.