"Perhaps it was inevitable. It is a cruel irony of our Awakened state that, although we are crafters of possibility, age settles over our souls like a shroud. I fear I am one of the oldest of our kind alive; though I have heard tales and crossed paths with Magi whose years rival the mountains themselves, our static age must have brought them low by now. The borders of possibility are not what they once were, and there is rough cosmic justice in that. Although "science" marches at a maddening pace, it loops its own snare around its feet; sooner or later, the Technomancers will trip upon the chain they themselves have made, cutting off their own possibilities as brutally as they have savaged our Arts. I have already seen the signs of this, and I laugh. Fate plays such bitter jests."
--Porthos Fitz-Empress, Hermes bani Flambeau, Drua'shi Master and Deacon Primus of Chantry Diossetep, 1413 - November 10, 1997
(Excerpt from The Fragile Path: Testaments of the First Cabal, pages 8-9)
