About

I am of the opinion that I have always been not bad at handling weapons of all kinds.

My younger brother joined the army of some lame king as soon as he could. As I tend to not care much for nobility I chose better – but later, as my brother is happy to remind me – to sell my skills to the highest bidder. I have however grown tired of killing for no reason save money. I have decided to quit my promising career to further my personal quest.

I knew nothing of magic until a battle against a supposedly better opponent than myself. They were about to deal what would have been a fatal blow. In this instant, I swear I saw before they dealt how they were going to deal it. And when I say ‘saw’, I mean I had nothing short of a vision. I counterattacked accordingly and passed out – to wake up in my camp being healed. I know not what happened to my opponent.

From that day, I had to get better than the other wizards in my army. I learnt through tricks and bruises. I am not sure how I feel about magic.