PREFACE
Venga remembers his time with the Emerald Legion, before he learned the dark secrets. The same secrets which led to him taking the Purple Hood for the remainder of his days.
Sporadically, he will grasp his standard-issue staff or stare deeply into the gem nestled within its carved wood, and become overwhelmed by a flashing mosaic of horrors - those of war on a scale rarely ever seen in the Ruiniverse.
It is said "iron sharpens iron", it does, and the same can be said for magic...confronting magic that is your equal, or even greater, makes one's magic stronger...but there's a price to pay...sometimes a wizard must pay dearly...
Wizards aren't usually given a familiar or a rune, they find their way to a magician; as things seem to do in an enchanted world. They are attracted to the practitioner through mystical magnetism - an unspoken power of fate known to create unbreakable bonds and which usually complement or amplify the powers of a wizard. Bonds come in varying degrees from an acknowledgement of relation, to familial, to that which is ingrained in one's soul.
It's dangerous to have something ingrained in your soul. It can be as important as the air filling your lungs or the water keeping you from withering away in barren lands...
As the sun sets on the day, Venga begins his. It's an unnatural schedule he keeps, but it's all he’s known ever since he learned the ways. Being punctual, he moves with haste, taking only the essentials: boots, trousers, caped tunic, emerald staff & the bracelet made of blackened bones.
There is knowledge that cannot be unlearned, secrets that cannot be untold and terror that cannot be unlived…
This is Venga’s Story.
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