Story time
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The Mana Bar sits on the junction of reality road and fantasy ave. it is a peculiar building, small, squat, and dingy on the outside, yet somehow almost cavernous on the inside. There is always a dark booth or table for you to occupy alone with your thoughts and a strong drink. It's a place that doesn't obey the physical laws of the universe, because it the place where summoned creatures from fantasy games wait between battles. It's a cycle that just kinda works, the Mana Bar's clientele is large and varied, yet with a pretty high turnover rate.
Sometimes, though, someone wants out.
This causes problems.
Jodan was a fire mage. He used to be a pretty big fish in the small pond of his home village with his innate fire powers. He made a pretty good living clearing brush, lighting fireplaces, doing tricks for kids, and the like, but he always wanted more. Jodan had heard of the firey temples of Ragnakor, where the mages could bend fire to their will and make flames dance the rumbah, Jodan wanted to see that. So Jodan always kinda wanted to go on a pilgrimage.
The thing is, Fire magic is kinda chaotic.
Jodan wasn't entirely stable. You see, what he REALLY wanted was to burn things. All kinds of things, including but not limited to: people.
Jodan was in the woods around his village one day, burning some shit, when a really big bear decided that Jodan looked a lot like his next meal. For the first time Jodan used his fire magic to kill something.
Let me tell you, that bear was hella surprised when it went charging across a meadow at some food, then was suddenly exploding in a million bear chunks because said food had flash boiled it from the inside out.
Jodan REALLY liked blowing up the bear.
So Jodan decided to go to those fabled Temples of Ragnakor.
Jodan left on his pilgrimage to see the world (and blow up large chunks of it).
After a few misadventures and travels (wherein a few bandits, a Lott of wildlife, and one travelling theatre troupe were incinerated) Jodan at last made it to the Fabled Temples of Ragnakor. Which turned out to be three small huts with a red velvet rope around them and a $15 entry fee for tourists.
Jodan was PISSED. And when Jodan got pissed, things got a little... Heated.
Jodan left the Fabled Molten Craters of Ragnakor fifteen minutes later, with the stone still steaming.
Two days later, Jodan met a woman who's hair was MADE OF FIRE. He was smitten. She told him she was impressed with his power, and if he would work for her she would make him even more powerful.
Jodan agreed, and promptly signed a contract devoting three years of his life to her service.
At first it was fun. Jodan spent his time in The Mana Bar, drinking and swapping tales of blowing shit up, sometimes he would be summoned to battle with dragons and fantastical creatures, but most of it eventually fell to enough blowing-it-up-ness. Things were good for about a year.
Jodan, however, eventually got bored.
So Jodan wanted out. He wanted out of his contract, he wanted out of the damn bar, and he wanted out of this life.
To be continued.
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So, power is flickering here, because of an ice storm. So ima cut this one off until later. Until next time, lovelies!
