Your life's been pretty rough, as of late. Your experiments fail left and right, your ex-wife has cheated and swindled you, taking credit for your successes, blaming you for her failiures. She has taken to another man, eventually kicking you out of your own tower.


...Where did it all go so wrong?

You generally wear a plain robe and carry around the staff created by your father. Your messy black hair often gets in your eyes, growing to be more of a liability, so vastly different to how useful it used to be, getting you all the women you wished for in your younger years. Your hazel eyes have lost their glamour over the last few years. Your body has even more fragile than before, your condition limiting you heavily in what you can do, how much you can carry, and even what you wear. Even now, your robe strains you and causes you pain, straining your glass-like bones. Pain shoots out throughout your body like a bullet to the crotch, whenever you are hit.


As you slowly began to starve to death, your wallet completely empty of the vast riches you had once had, you begin to think about things... dark things, things that no civil human being should think...
You begin to think, "How much gold is a person's life worth?"
You open up a portal, not even sure where it will lead, just that you know that it will lead you to greater wealth than you could have ever hoped to achieve....
....You arrive in the city of Sinfar, falling from the portal five feet off the ground, breaking your fragile legs almost instantly.



Your greatest adventure finally begins.