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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zweischneid" data-source="post: 1776415" data-attributes="member: 11843">Yeah, there a few of those morality tales around <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />I'll try one, though I doubt the translation will come of too well.Once upon a time in a lonely tower not too far from here, lived a young apprentice wizard. He was studious, diligent and talented, but he was also very ambitious, craving to be the greatest wizard of his age. And he hated his master, who always set him to humbling chores like cleaning, cooking or cutting wood. And so he vowed to repay him these humiliations a thousandfold. One fateful day, while dusting off his masters moldy tomes, he stumbled upon a faded parchment that fell from the pages of a particularly old and dusty tome. He glanced at it, looked closer and his heart nearly stopped. There, on this ancient piece of paper, was written the tale of the mightiest artefact of all. A plain and inconspicuous little ring it was, but one that would enhance the might and power of any wizard who wore it a thousandfold.That very night, before the sun came up, the young wizard had left his masters tower, setting out to quest for this fabulous ring.Years upon years he sought the ring, fought battles, braved dangers and visited many strange and exotic land. And any challenge he faced, he faced  well, because he had doubts, when his resolve was failing or his courage left him, he held on to the thought that once he found the ring, his spells would be mightier than that of any other wizard by a thousandfold. And so, finally, the no longer young wizard found the ring he sought, the goal of his almost lifelong quest. The ring, it really did exist. Sadly though, the wizard did not live very long to enjoy his success. In fact as it is told, he died the next morning in a humble tavern, just a bit before sunrise. Igniting as always the candle beside his bed in the morning with a flick of his wrist, he found his spell was indeed mightier now, many thousandfold.</blockquote>

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