While I hold many aliases across the realms that I travel, I give you the name of Drelutar, the Whimsical. I was gifted this title long ago, but that is a tale for another time. I suppose if I am to have a section about myself I should start with how I got into the wonderful art of magic.
Eons ago, in another world, a human child was born in the forgotten metropolis of Fairial. It was a blossoming place with a bustling streetlife. I can still remember like it was yesterday when I would run to the plaza on the weekend to watch the local magicians make shows for small amounts of coin. These magicians were quite lackluster, looking back, but the Fairial Academy of the Arcane Arts was likely grateful that less attention was brought to them because of it. It was a very secret and serious organization. More on the academy later.
These days of bliss were soon extracted, however, as a rift in the void had opened up beneath the city. It was later determined that a Void Titan had organized this. The city fell into this portal. The only thing intact by the end was the academy, floating above the ruin with their protective wards. The population was enslaved by voidlings in the dark prison. We toiled for their voidsteel, fed their horrors, and suffered under their rule. Anyone able to use magic in the slightest were fed to said beasts. I can’t recall how long this lasted, as the darkness never ceased.
A young boy, I was at the time, cursed his fate.
“Will this ever end? Surely the wizards at the academy were concocting a rescue mission?” I pleaded. I did not plead long, however. I took fate into my own hands. I learned of voidling culture. One such piece of information, I decided would be the center of my plan.
Voidlings are a cruel species. The only thing keeping them from turning on each other, although it still occurs frequently, is their incessant need to inflict suffering on others. They did not always act as one. Many of them, especially powerful Void Titans, preferred to exist independently. They would even amass large numbers in order to subdue and imprison these Void Titans to use for their own means.
I had learned of one such being being held within the dark city I was captured in. I developed a plan to release this Void Titan to wreak havoc on the city, allowing the slaves to escape in the chaos. It was a desperate and risky plan, but it was all I had. Through nearly impossible feats I snuck into his prison, though the plan went awry, but not in the way I had expected. I was possessed by the Void Titan, who’s name I do not dare invoke. This possession gave me the power to send my people back home, but I was thrown into madness as the titan took control and spread the chaos I planned for. I took revenge that day. A day was not how long it lasted. I blacked out for that span of time, only waking dirty, bloodied, and exhausted back in my home realm. This possession had awoken the powers of chaos in me and I was able to use magic.
I had no home to go to, as it all was still destroyed. The only thing that stood in place of my hometown was an enormous, still crackling with void energy, and the floating academy. The Fairial Academy took me in with my newfound powers, but Void magic is a dark and dangerous art. I was an outcast. Everybody feared me. I do now blame them however, as I was afraid myself. Is it possible for me to become a terrible monster at any time? I had to prove to them, as well as myself, that I wasn’t just the demon I absorbed. I renounced void magic entirely, instead delving into my studies to learn other schools from scratch.
I was the top of my class as a mage and I graduated into wizardry with flying colors with specialties in Abjuration, Conjuration, Illusion, Transmutation, Alchemy, Planar Ecology, Aerothurgy, and Enchantment. I was offered a prestigious position as a professor of the academy, to which I turned down. Fairial Academy was not the place for me. I did not make many friends and I could not stand all of the order and red tape. I even found out, after the fact, that the reason my people were not rescued by them before was because the council could not come to a decision on what to do. They were too busy bickering amongst themselves to create a solution to the disastrous calamity. All they seemed to agree on was that the academy needed more fortifications and wards.
From this point I was a wandering magician. I peddled curios, trinkets, and wisdom to many different lands. In retrospect I still consider myself a naive youth at this point. I went on many escapades including, but not limited to; dragonslaying, delving ancient ruins, and, much much later, I even mediated diplomacy between powers residing in the planes of Water and Fire.
Lately, as I write this, I find myself pouring over books in my library, creating new spells, and reflecting on the experiences I’ve had. It is at this point that I’ve decided I should probably settle for less excitement and share my knowledge with new starry-eyed youth, without all of the bureaucracy of the academy. As I share my knowledge through this account, I hope my audience will be curious and critical to my work. I hope to answer many questions and even take criticisms, allowing me to improve my education, as well as my magic. In all of my years, to which there are many, of being a practitioner, there is one thing that has remained constant; there is always an unimaginable amount of knowledge to be gained and you can never have enough.
To end this chapter, and every chapter moving forward, I will include a spell. This particular spell is a transmutation spell that allows you to suspend an object in the air, in case you find yourself floating above a terrible void pit.
Suspension
Transmutation
Components: An object or creature of focus (although a living creature takes much more energy), and dust gathered from beams of sunlight, streaming into a building.
Procedure: There are many different methods used to practice Transmutation, but my favorite and most reliable method is hope. As I do with all transmutation, I wish with all my heart that the target will transmute according to my desires. With this specific spell, you must take a pinch of dust, blow it to your target, and focus your mana into the target, wishing for it to float in the air, believing that your wish will come true with all your heart. The limits of this spell are only your own skill, ability, and mana reserves, but also your ability to believe in yourself.
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