One day, a beautiful virgin gave birth to a teeny weeny little baby.
He had 150 health and 0 mana.
On that day, her screams of labour filled the whole land of ©Tibialand.
Even the Gods up above (once merry youthful Swedish fellows, now passive aggresive heartless transvestites) heard her screams of birthmaking...
....Along the way this little baby grew, he was given a name, which can only be said once every 3 minutes within his earshot, a vexing rule of the universe which had to be found out the hard way, breaking this rule caused very terrible things to happen, these terrors varied from missing a left sock, to burning in the innermost pits of hell.
Usually the latter.
Mister inadvertantly killed his two Grannys this way.
Most people called him Mister, or Hey you!
And so Mister grew, and along the way he was shunned in the playground for picking his nose and chasing the girls with snot on his finger, shunned among the knights for leaving the weapons out in the rain, sunned among the paladins for sitting on the arrows and shunned among the druids for mistaking their vocation for a tree hugging hippie fair.
Now you may be thinking, what about the sorcerers? Well the sorcerers didn't accept him, in fact, they used creature illusion "FORM OF GIANT CRAB!" to scare him. But at least he could do magic, a special type of magic, the kind where you close your eyes and wave your hands wildly in front of you and hope to hell the drooling thing with fangs and an appetite for badly dressed wizards goes away.
Which is what Mister did for many things.
As you know already, Mister didn't fit in, and this is what led him to question his place among the powerful sorcerers with their fancy horse and carts with rimmed wheels and silk sorcerer robes with extra sequins.
So one suspiciously bright and sunny day, Mister skipped down the path to the home of the arch-sorcerer, king of all sorcerers, the man himself, SorcOfCoolUltimateDragon with a question on his mind.
He knocked on the great double doors of iron which swung open slowly leading to the audience hall of the greatest sorcerer in the land, and tiptoed in bearing a nervous grin...
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