I was a slave once... a slave who was a magician. I was a parlor trick for the rich, or a breeder to make heirs with magic in their blood. That was until I found the book. I read it, read all the ways I could make myself strong. I performed every ritual, executed every rite, and fulfilled every sacrifice to make myself strong and free. No one will put me in chains again.
That was years ago, I'm... less angry now. I have allies, minions, my own tower as a base. I wage an eternal war on the naive and the hypocrites who call me a villain because I don't follow their rules... I'm monologuing again aren't I?
Don't be shy, if you can stand my slight temper and the occasional leer from the orcs we may get along. Enter my home expecting to stop me... and you won't.
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