i commend my soul to any god that can find it.
нашла тут один пост на тумбе. оч чётко расписали рейстлина:
This is how it feels to be Raistlin Majere.
You are the smartest person in the room but also the weakest and not only you but everyone around you knows it. Your advice is sound though many distrust it and you yet still you try even knowing that it will be ignored.
The one person who trusts you smothers you and though you want to make them leave you still crave the closeness with that person and it slowly drives you mad that you both love and hate them just because they are everything you aren’t.
It’s being the most powerful mage alive and being feared by the rest of the Conclave because they cannot control you.
It’s wearing black robes after red and white because it was the only true way to survive and yet answering not to one God but to the Three because it’s magic you gave your loyalty not to one god or goddess though you even now feel the most drawn to the Lady of Magic not to either of her companions.
It’s being desperate to create and only being able to destroy.
It’s trying to win trust and love from others, though unconsciously, and yet only gaining their distrust and suspicion.
It’s being shunned so ignoring in return. It’s finally gaining one person who seems friendly and like they may be on your side and never fully trusting them because you feel that the instant you do they will turn on you.
That’s how it feels to be Raistlin… to seek love but never find it, to hold power but never truly have a reason to use it and yet to still seek for a reason even after it all. Yet if you ask him he’ll laugh and say that he has everything he needs even as he stands near a window looking out hoping that maybe just maybe someone will come to him this time for something other than his magic and knowledge.
Yes that’s Raistlin Majere, black robe mage and Arch-Magus of the Tower of Palantis.
You are the smartest person in the room but also the weakest and not only you but everyone around you knows it. Your advice is sound though many distrust it and you yet still you try even knowing that it will be ignored.
The one person who trusts you smothers you and though you want to make them leave you still crave the closeness with that person and it slowly drives you mad that you both love and hate them just because they are everything you aren’t.
It’s being the most powerful mage alive and being feared by the rest of the Conclave because they cannot control you.
It’s wearing black robes after red and white because it was the only true way to survive and yet answering not to one God but to the Three because it’s magic you gave your loyalty not to one god or goddess though you even now feel the most drawn to the Lady of Magic not to either of her companions.
It’s being desperate to create and only being able to destroy.
It’s trying to win trust and love from others, though unconsciously, and yet only gaining their distrust and suspicion.
It’s being shunned so ignoring in return. It’s finally gaining one person who seems friendly and like they may be on your side and never fully trusting them because you feel that the instant you do they will turn on you.
That’s how it feels to be Raistlin… to seek love but never find it, to hold power but never truly have a reason to use it and yet to still seek for a reason even after it all. Yet if you ask him he’ll laugh and say that he has everything he needs even as he stands near a window looking out hoping that maybe just maybe someone will come to him this time for something other than his magic and knowledge.
Yes that’s Raistlin Majere, black robe mage and Arch-Magus of the Tower of Palantis.