>>Be me, humble servant and assistant to the Mighty Magus in the Woods.
>>Born somewhere in the World of Heroes, and raised by the crotchety old Magus.
<<More like Mystical Dirtmonger, since I can smell him from the other side of the forest.
>>I was left on the steps of his hut deep in the forest as a babe, no note or sign of any people.
>>Everybody that visited him as I was growing up would telk me that they felt great potential for power in me, that I was destined for great things.
>>The Mage would always pass me a sly look that I could never decipher.
>>Have read through his tomes many times through, having perfected the rituals and the motions for the casting of mighty spells.
<<Nothing.
>>In my bed I sit awake, having been awake for too long.
<<Lost count at 156 days
>>Now I attempt to cast, for the last time, a damned cantrip that summons flames.
>>Hear the sounds of choking and the Magus' bed creaking I assume he is jerking off to the goats again.
>>Sounds stop.
<<Hope the old goatfucker is dead finally.
>>As I finish the casting, imagine my surprise when I find myself holding a flame in my hand.
>>Whoop and holler all the way to Magus' room.
<<Actually dead, holding a crystal.
<<The crystal glows brighter as I approach it.
>>I touch it.
<<Memories flood into my mind, they must be his.
<<The looks make sense: The goatfucker has been draining me dry of magical power since I came to his doorstep!
Those visitors seeking his wisdom must've known. How could anybody not see it and not tell me?!
<<Sleep will never come again so long as I live.
Dweomers have been cast. This hut shall never be found again as it has been reclaimed by nature, and I will never die of old age. The crystal is inside of me and has infused my very being with all of the magic I lost over my lifetime.
<<They will be punished for an eternity and beyond.
<<I will lock this pathetic world into an endless cycle of sorrow and despair!
Choices are as follows:
Manipulated.
Wanderer.
>>500 coinage.
Ageless.
Elementalism - Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light, Dark, Arcane, Plant, Blood, Energy.
Illusion + Master Illusion.
Spirit.
= -100
My goal is The Cycle Begins Anew.
No companions. I like being alone I am an edgelord like that
Guardians exist, on top of the huge amount of heroes. So that nets me 100coinage and even more of a challenge.
Pit my wits against an entire world of heroes and their guardians.
So as a young male with mastery over the fundamental forces of reality, ridiculous illusion magicks, and the ability to utilize the spirits of the dead and even make myself phylacteries, I must set up an infinite cycle of sorrow and despair?
Heh, nothign presnonall ked
So first order of business is to quietly set up as many phylacteries as possible in locations right under the noses of anybody looking for them.
A pebble in the woods.
Literally paving stones for various cities.
The list is endless, truly!
Next would be to set up death traps in death dungeons in faraway places that take years, if not decades, to travel to.
I am made of time, since I am ageless.
Start to make money in quiet ways early on.
Purchase as much land and property as possible, including schools and churches.
Corrupt the children and keep the house expenses ridiculously high.
With my money do everything I can to cause civil unrest.
As the guardians start popping up, use my powers to constantly divide and conquer them. Perhaps kidnap a few and hide away, spreading rumors of my being in my death dungeons.
The kidnapped guardians will get mindraped by me, changed physically so I can use them as slaves. Their former companions will be helpless against my guaranteed to grow armor.
Long and skinny of it is Set up massive resources and phylacteries. Let heroes kill themselves trying to find me while I am sitting in literally anywhere sipping tea and giggling as their suffering and souls feed me. Perhaps craft a magical geas that compels the mortals to "find" me.
The souls trapped by me are drained some, then sent out to be reborn again in an endless cycle of the same souls being worn down for an eternity.
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