My apologies in advance, this writing may come across as more of a lengthy advertisement than a common newspost - I am hoping to reach the highest amount of eyes in hopes for answers.

I will attempt to be brief, for the sake of holding interest. Before waking up in the dungeon of the pygmies, I was cursed. My memories were taken from me, and I believe my spirit was placed into the body of an adolescent human. I do not know why, nor do I fully understand the particulars of the curse, but over the last couple of years and with my growing experience I have regained agency of some fragments of my mind. These are the working pieces of what I know:

I have as of yet been unable to utilize any sort of class skills. Those of magical nature either fizzle entirely or yield unintended results, often endangering myself or those around me. When attempting to utilize precision in physical arts, my body is sluggish, awkward, and sometimes refuses any calls to action. I can make only the basic of attacks with classic weaponry.

I come to exhaustion frequently, and recently during nearly any period of rest my dreams follow one of two patterns. Scenes of flight and calls of dragons or the violent clashing of armies in combat. In either case, I wake fairly refreshed but with a sense of dread - as if I had forgotten something before my sleep.

I secured a memory of the curse itself, a sense of time slowing around me as I was surrounded by a bright blue light, and a sensation of falling. I have no idea how long I fell, but I felt it right up until I woke in the dungeons.

While I have no solid evidence to substantiate this final bit, I have an overwhelming sense that any opportunities I may have to break this curse are viewed through a closing window - hence my coming to the public newsboards in the first place.

I have searched the libraries of Sapience and found nothing in the way of answering the questions I have, so I am asking the greater population. I am offering payment for any information regarding curses of this nature, dream research, or beings capable of such action.

Feel free to reach out in any way you see fit, I will respond as soon as I am able.

With thanks,


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 852 AF.