Uncle Roberto, heh. I have hopes of one day becoming "Pappa Roberto", which is why I have put of Longevity for far too long. If it wasn't for my Familiar and the Bronze Cord, I'd be a wreck!
Training with the turb, eh? Excellent. That is how I was trained when I was an apprentice. Taught me important lessons about duty and courage, as well as the value of the lives of these soldiers that constantly throw themselves in harm's way in service to the magi. Too many of our Order treat grogs as fodder and disposable collateral. They are people, human beings, no more or less worthy of life than any of the rest of us.
All night sentry duty did suck though. I don't miss that at all.
As for your daughter, my sympathies. It is indeed a curse. One that I have suffered from most all of my life. Oddly, it never affected my parents. I suppose they grew accustomed to it while I was an infant, or perhaps it didn't flare up until after I was driven to become a homeless orphan. Love has subdued the Magical Air, but recently it flared up again. Caused me to panic. I'll get to that in a minute.
But as far as Sophie, if she is cursed with the Gift, I will pledge to you that I will help train her. Your apprentice, my apprentice, co-apprentice; it matters not. You are my brother, and I will share your burden.
As for the pirates, I haven't mentioned anything to Junior yet. But what of the town and the people? Are his parents alright? He idolizes his father, Johan Senior. But even more so he loves his mother Betty. In fact, that is the only woman he loves or trusts. If something happened to her, the kid would go nuts!
Now, as for my troubles and why I called for your assistance. It has been a hard relationship. We hardly ever see each other, brief passionate meetings between seasons and obligations. I left Mons Electi so I could e closer to her, which is why I am here on Ibiza. I had no idea that there were other Hermetic magi in the area. But there is some joint project between Barcelona Covenant and this one that I have joined, Covenant of Andorra. Interesting place, fascinating history. I have been told that their history has something to do with the history of my lineage. But you know me, I talk out my dorsum orafice a lot and pretend I know what I am talking about. But secret history and such really doesn't hold a lot of interest for me. I make up Delendos stories all the time to illustrate a point, patterned after the fashion in which Santiago used to. My parens, Joel, he could have cared less. So really, I know almost nothing about these links and such.
Anyway, moved here to be closer to Princess Soteria. Not everything i want it to be but still far more than I ever imagined. Through her I have found true love and it has tamed my Gift to become Gentle. There are frustrations though. She is a princess after all, noble sovereign of her city of Heracleion. Always busy. And her father, King Triton, does not approve of his daughter marrying a land dwelling air breathing mortal. Still, she gives me everything she can and more than I could ever expect.
Recently though, the Gentleness of my Gift started to flicker. Quite disturbing, especially since I had long grown used to my new found social freedom. Carlos didn't flinch and Johan never cares about proper society. But these new guys, stalwart soldiers I have made friends with like Antoni and Miquel, they were not expecting it and reacted poorly. As is to be expected. We were close by, so I cast Seven League Stride to go to the Airy Court of Herecleion and see if anything could be wrong. As I said, I am sure that this Gentle Gift is linked with our True Love. I fared that she had spurrned me, or even worse that some disaster had befallen her.
But I couldn't access the regio! Previously, teleporting across the boundary was not a problem. This time it was. I almost drowned! Anyway, we finished the mission that I almost ruined, and went to the lab. Invented Lungs of the Fish and Leap of Homecoming, preparing myself to deal with this situation. Then this visitor arrived. A Moor named Riad from lands south of Heracleion. I presume he means the coast of North Africa, not sure. Could be a regio into another land. He told a tale of grand adventure and struggle to find me. An evil villain named Attumah and his evil sea jinn has over thown Heracleion, imprisoned my beloved, and apparently killed king Triton! I have vowed on my life to strike this sea devil down, free my beloved, and liberate her city.
That is why I need your help. I am humble enough to admit that even I, as bold and confident as I am, may need assistance. This isn't about my pride, it is about protecting and saving the innocent and the woman I love. I need help. I am too new here to demand assistance from his covenant. And even if they were willing to help, which they probably would, they have too much going on in other respects. We are planning a trip to the fabled City of Brass, and this excursion would distract them. And I am not all that confident in the martial powers of these other magi. The pontifex is a one-trick pony with her lightning bolt, but she doesn't know how to fight and her magic is mainly focused on her specialization with weather and sky. There is another Flambeau maga here who is a promising prospect, Vibria the dragon's daughter. Grand daughter? Niece? Something like that. She has a reputation for being wanton, but I have seen no evidence of that. This Bonisagus maga, Fleur, she is the wanton one and yet no one seems to care!
But Vibria is too young and inexperienced. And she was just recently injured in a lab explosion. Plus my main transport will be Johan, and you know he has issues with women passengers.
There is only one person I know who has the skill and strength to help me, to whom I feel close enough to be confident in and whom I can humble myself to in order to plead.
That would be you, Wirth. My brother in spirit, my amicus in truth. Help me. Please, I beg of thee, I cannot do this alone.
And his story ends when you take up the flame 
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