[Dogged57]

He was born among the Carnutes to a cattle herder and his wife. There was nothing remarkable about his lineage, his family, his people, except what the druids had seen in the stars. The story of the future of the Marverni is written in the sky, clear to those who can read it. This boy was destined for more than life in the wagons, and he would lead his people to greatness.

Or so they thought. The boy was kidnapped from the place the druids had taken him by fierce slave traders from the steppes nearby. He was bought and sold a dozen times, serving great men, evil men, insignificant men, and finally, a learned man. This wise scholar bought the boy to serve him in his new library hauling scrolls, manuscripts, books, and the things of wonder the scholar had collected over a lifetime.

The boy soon showed that his mind was sharp and wise beyond his years. The scholar took note of his abilities and began to tutor the boy in all of the magical knowledge he knew. The boy soon outstripped his master, and the scholar decided to free the boy and send him out to those around the world like himself, other scholars, wise men, and mages of great power.

The boy grew up travelling from land to land, learning as much as he could about the magic that he felt coursing through his veins, his legacy gifted from the stars. He eventually made himself known throughout the land as a great scholar, and then he ensconced himself in a great tower he had built to study the stars, the world, and the answers to all of the great philosophical questions that men and gods have asked. He was rumored to have stumbled onto something that would allow him to understand the inner workings of the gods and of the lost Pantokrator.

Others came to him in his tower to learn from him and about him. He maintained contact with the outside world through letters, refusing to leave the tower and his great work. His students supported his work, allowing him to work in peace with little to no distractions.

He now barely speaks to his students, sitting and staring off into the distance or at the stars for hours on end. He sits, filthy, ignoring the physical world in order to more deeply comprehend the spiritual and magical world of the gods. He is trapped in a prison of his own making, a dungeon of contemplation.

The druids never forgot the signs, never forgot the boy who was destined to rule the world. They still search endlessly for their hope, their light, their would-be god. The fate of the people of Marverni rests on their shoulders.