The Lore of Battle Mage Brutus of the Pit

Prologue

In a dark space of the high-tier reality, a Controller scrutinized the Life of Wizards searching for signs. And there he found the young Mage, and observed his Life.

The Controller admitted the boy had raw potential in his plane of existence and he was naturally connected to the forces of Magic. Yet he was not in control, he was still a victim of the chaotic turbulence of magical Will in the Great Game.

He decided he would guide him on the Path of the Truth and give him the chance to become his Champion.

Act 1: The calm before the storm

“One”…exhales…“Two”…exhales…“Three”…exhales…the breathing routine always induced a warm and calming effect on Brutus.

He could sense the Magic energy in his body flowing ordinately back to the accumulation points.

This time he had pushed his limits too far and returning to a normal state was taking its toll on his mind.

Since his childhood he had learned on his own how to tame the magical forces flowing through him. He had to compromise with them to lead a normal life. Left without control, the forces could flow freely through his body and to the external world, with a killing intent for any life around him, including his own. The more he let them prevail on his Will, the higher his power and his chances of survival in any situation would be. But this came at the price of losing control of his very human nature while letting Magic act its will, with no memory of what happened.

Because of his nature, he was prevented to complete the strict and rigorous training of the School of Arcane Arts and was forced to drop out. Rejected from the magical elite, the Army of the Realm welcomed him in the military ranks and trained him to employ his raw magical skills in combat.

Now a mercenary, fighting was his nature and a way to unleash his potential without regrets and explore the World.

Fellow warriors admired his deadly outbursts in battle, often comparing him to a Berserker of Magic, having no clue on the heavy toll suffered and difficult recovery. He hated being called “Brutus” for his style, yet he could not reveal to anyone his real name.

Was this the life he dreamt of as a child? How many times did he ask himself? Sometimes he felt like he had no control not even on his very dreams and memories. Only his resolution to understand the most fundamental nature of Magic has always been bright and clear in his mind, allowing him to endure his quest for magical research and training.

After a few more breaths Brutus opens his eyes and stands up, feeling calm and ready to start the day. He puts on his dark robes, covering the complex glyphs marking his body. His loyal familiar rabbit Zip promptly arrives at his feet looking at him with expectation. The mage looks briefly at Zip: familiar, friend and sole anchor to his humanity maybe without realizing it.

“You are hungry, my friend? You are right, let’s get some food”. Zip perceives the mental statement from Brutus and quietly moves toward the door with rapid jumps.

Brutus collects his bow and the bag and leaves his house in the woods, with Zip quickly preceding him and disappearing in the bushes to reach his favourite spot for herbs.

Suddenly, Brutus feels a warm sensation on the palm of his left hand and quickly takes off his glove. The glyph on his hand is glowing of a pale purple color. The wizard knows the meaning from the divinatory artefact: danger is approaching.

After casting a basic protection spell, Brutus jumps into the forest sending a mental heads-up to Zip. “I hope you had time to eat a little snack, they found us. I’ll have my lunch later”.

He then prepared for battle with a subtle smile crossing his face.

Entered by: 0x5EC6…A21A and preserved on chain (see transaction)