Since their creation at the hands of my people, Sidony believed Legavo and Mulmund would be essential in our defense against extraplanar invaders. I once thought as she did, but we were wrong time and again.
The mursaat would eventually ward their armors against the staves' unique magics, well before they become known as the Scepter of Orr and the Staff of the Mists. Eventually, the gods and their servants came, unabated and unhindered. It was clear the staves were not the miracles we thought they were.
I lost track of them after I left to form the Wizard's Court, only to later learn that one of our own had delivered them to the gods in Arah rather than see them fall into mursaat hands. Of course, the Six were suspicious and bestowed the staves on a pair of mortal rulers of distant nations, likely as some form of test. The results were disastrous. I thought to intervene, but the court was still young; I did not wish to draw the ire of the Six so soon.
The rulers were severely punished and the staves sealed in their tombs. After the Exodus, I sought them out, only to find the tombs barren—picked clean. Unsurprising, but concerning.
Centuries had passed before Legavo surfaced again in the hands of a lich, the one responsible for the drowning of Orr. Khilbron flung wide the Door of Komalie. The other wizards beseeched me to act, but before I could, the vizier was already slain. We scoured the volcanic islands, but the Scepter of Orr was nowhere to be found—likely shunted away by the lich with his final whispers.
Some years after word of Mulmund's destruction reached my halls, a rumor floated up through Mabon's eccentric little network of mesmers that a Shining Blade exemplar had found and possessed the scepter for decades. This time I made a point to settle the issue in person. Livia was rather unmoved by my presence. Unsurprising in hindsight, given the Shining Blade were the recipients of more than one of our artifacts. For Legavo, I offered her a title and access to the tower and to Amnytas. She was indifferent to the role of wayfinder, but she offered to make herself available for "any problems that might threaten the Krytan throne." I found Livia's terms...satisfactory.
Finally, I could seal this regretful chapter of my kind behind closed doors.