Mirtlif Embersage

Mirtlif Embersage: The Scholar, the Exile, the Saint   Apolonia’s Prodigy   "I was four years old when I first saw real magic—not the parlor tricks of court mages, but true power. My teacher, Mortermer, turned a butterfly into a tower of flame just to hold my attention. That was the moment I knew: magic was everything."   Born into the rigid magocracy of Apolonia, where faith was heresy and magic was a science of precise formulas, Mirtlif Embersage was molded into a scholar. The College of Apolonia taught him that magic came from study, not divinity—ingredients, incantations, and discipline, not prayers or gods. Yet even as he excelled, he privately questioned: Why did barbarian shamans summon miracles without books? Why did ogres wield fireballs without study?   The Mission That Shattered His World   "They call them barbarians. Savages. But if they are savages, why do their priestesses summon storms with a dance? Why do their warriors speak to gods as if they are friends?" — Day 13, Journal of Mirtlif Embersage   Tasked with retrieving lost artifacts from the "uncivilized" lands beyond Apolonia, Mirtlif took the alias Mortermer and sought out his childhood friend Stanley, a roguish dropout whose street smarts balanced Mirtlif’s bookish nature. Their journey shattered his worldview. He witnessed tribal priestesses invoking divine power, ogre shamans casting spells, and the brutal cost of Apolonia’s wars.   Then came the betrayal that broke him.   "I gave them a map. Just a military outpost, I thought. But it was a village. Children. Women. All dead because of me. I am a murderer. A fool. A coward." — Day 107   Branded a traitor, Mirtlif fled, haunted by guilt. Hunted by the vengeful paladin Dantes, he wandered as an exile—until he was left for dead.   The Monk Without Memory: Solamemnon   Found near death by monks, Mirtlif awoke with no memory of his past. Renamed Solamemnon, he trained in martial arts and philosophy, living a life of discipline. But when his memories returned, he abandoned the monastery, no longer the arrogant scholar but a seeker of deeper truths.   It was then that he discovered Apadell’s Promise, an ancient prophecy hidden in the depths of Cirith Ferox (The Scar). The text spoke of a "holy mage’s fate," a land where gods and magic intertwined, and a portal to another world.   The Voyage to Another World   "The stars here are wrong. The moon is wrong. We are not in Alcyria anymore. And if the portal closes behind us… we may never return." — Day 1, Through the Portal   Gathering exiles, disillusioned faithful, and adventurers, Mirtlif assembled twelve ships and followed the prophecy’s riddles. Through a mysterious portal, they arrived in Glosmordin, a world where divine power was real—something Apolonia had denied.   Mutiny nearly tore the fleet apart.   "Capt. Florence thinks we should turn back. But if we do, we lose everything. The prophecy demands we press forward. And if I must, I will burn their ships to keep them from retreating." — Day 3, Whispers of Mutiny   Fate intervened. The portal collapsed, stranding them all. With no way home, Mirtlif embraced his role as leader, guiding his people toward the "land of ears and eyes."   Empress Tiana and the Rebirth of Veropia   "She is the noble royal from the prophecy. Broken, yes. Unwanted, certainly. But she will be great. And I will make sure of it."   In the ruins of Veropia, Mirtlif found Empress Tiana, ruler of a dying empire. Recognizing her as the key to Apadell’s Promise, he became her advisor, architect, and shadow ruler. Over twenty-two years, they rebuilt Veropia into a gleaming capital, its three great bridges standing as monuments to their alliance.   Yet Mirtlif’s true obsession lay beneath the city, in the catacombs where he uncovered fragments of Truespeak—the lost language of creation, whispered by the goddess Mytr and mastered by the long-vanished mage Apadell.   The Chorus of the Gods   "I spoke the word. Just one. And the world answered."   When Mirtlif finally uttered a syllable of Truespeak, the heavens screamed.   A celestial chorus erupted—fire rained from the sky, mortal minds flooded with visions, and the gods themselves awoke. Apadell, the architect of this rebirth, ascended alongside thirteen Sentinel Saints and six Desecrated Saints, their domains rewriting reality. Mirtlif, now Saint of Magic, stood at the center of it all—no longer just a scholar, but a herald of the divine.   Yet the Chorus had a cost.   Portals to other realms flickered open, unleashing fey, shadow creatures, and long-dead horrors.   Mortals twisted into God-scarred abominations, some blessed with prophecy, others cursed with monstrous forms.   The world trembled, forever changed by the words Mirtlif had spoken.   Legacy: The Man Who Remade the Divine   "I began as a scholar. I became a fugitive. Now they call me a saint. But what am I, really? A man who spoke a word too powerful for mortals. A man who remade the world—and cannot undo it."   Mirtlif Embersage’s journey—from Apolonia’s rigid halls to the divine cataclysm of Glosmordin—proved that magic was never just about study. It was about faith, hubris, and the words that shape worlds.   And somewhere, in the ruins of Veropia or the echoes of the Chorus, Apadell’s voice still whispers.   Epilogue: The Age of Glosmordin   The Chorus of the Gods marked the dawn of a new era—one where magic and divinity were forever entwined. Some called Mirtlif a saint. Others, a harbinger of chaos.   But history would remember him as the man who dared to speak the words that woke the gods.   Would the world thank him—or curse his name? That, perhaps, depended on who told the tale.