Perhaps the name mage is deceptive. After all, the Vaskil Warriorbrood are hardly mages. Certainly, magic flows through their veins, along their arm, into their trigger fingers, and through their fire arms. But this magic is not the magic of the cloistered wizards of Odonburg or the stalwart abjurers of Presson's Enclave. Nor is it powered by the elementals who built Grand Casar. But their magic is the true magic: the magic of self, fueled by the purest existence.
Forbidden to use magic by their Pressonian masters, the Anorians were instead rewarded the pistol, a primitive weapon invented during the Year of Fire by the azers. But they accepted this gift and made it their own. Guns in hand, the Warriorbrood is a force to be reckoned with. Be thee damned if ye should stand in the path through which they ride.
Art by Forrest Imel
Martin Maenza
2020-12-10 17:00:38 +0000 UTCDaniel Henderson
2020-12-10 16:05:10 +0000 UTC