Dreglar

Description

Physical

A 6’ 5” male half orc with flowing black hair, extremely muscular, half of which is in a high ponytail. with a large great axe, inscribed in the ace handle are hundreds of drawings dictating different events in the drawings of cavemen.

Mental

The worlds dumbest magic caster. He can think, but barely. It is a miracle he can cast any magic. Cannot count or do math.

Concept

Stupid ahh magic caster all his magic is broken, lightning instead of fireball, weird noises. Half Orc wizard. Self taught magic.

Backstory

I was curious and wanted to try something new, so I decided to tell the backstory of Dreglar from the perspective of Henoria as i thought that would be interesting

Original Text, fist draft

Not many, through the eons I have existed, have made such simple, problem riddled, wishes as this - but here we are. Generally the sequence of events is very basic, bordering on repetitive; A “Hero” wants more power, finds rumors of a genie who can grant such power, goes on a journey, and then asks the most complex and word heavy wish to grant them essentially limitless power. This one, however, didn’t do any of that. Instead, this bubbling buffoon wondered into my temple chasing a rabbit, knocked over my pedestal and didn’t even notice i aperated. Even when i coughed, this blubbering fool stayed fixated on that stupid rabbit. He wasn’t even trying to hunt it, he was just following it in circles! “Enough!” I snaped, after watching this for thirty whole minutes. I stunned the rabbit and made it float over to me. Finally this stupid orc noticed me, and as per usual with these mortals, he was awestruck. His mouth laid open and stared at me. Although, who could blame him? I am beautiful. I began my usual spill “Oh adventurer who has sought power-” only to be cut of by him asking for the stupid rabbit!? I finally looked through his memories, This fool didn’t spend decades trying to find my location, it was pure luck. Even still, i told myself, he would want unparalleled power? … right? I had to sit down and explain to this fool what i was and that i was capable of granting him any wish. And would you believe it? I had to explain this 12 times before he finally understood, at that point it had been dumbed down to the point that this fool believed i was just a weilder of magic items! But no matter, at least he understands what i can do. “Uhhhhh, i was always tolds that magic can beat even the bestest of muscles..” I could already tell where the fool was going, and i had the perfect thing to give him… “So, can you give Dreglar the magics please?” Finally, A wish i can grant, It had been centuries since i last had someone seek me out, now, finally i can stretch my wings. I looked though the fools memories, excuse me, through “Dreglar’s” memories. He was a fool among fools, half of his childhood was just eating poisonous plants and loosing fights, nowadays his days are full of… eating poisonous plants and loosing fights… Hang on, is that really all? His parents were killed while he was 12, but he could comprehend it so he thought they left. He kept pissing off every person in his tribe, which he doesnt even know the name of, except for the one person who is dumb enough to keep him close. Dreglar calls him “Duggie”. He constantly got into fights with other half orcs, eventually leading him getting kicked out two weeks ago. Now he is just wondering around the forests eventually finding himself here. He hasnt even seen magic, just knows the concept. I see a perfect opportunity… Normally, the magic that mortals cast is sourced from the weave. How funny would it be to allow this fool access to unristricted, unregulated, raw magic? What havoc would he wreak? Would he even survive? And so, “Yes, my master if it is magic you desire, them it is magic you shall recieve.” Just like that, he fell to his knees power coursing through him, information flooding his head. It’s so funny seeing a mortal try to comprehend the potency of pure magic- Huh? What? How is he fine? He just stood up?!? No issues at all. Not even a headache? What did he do? I dive into his mind… He just ignored it. Just like everything else, he is ignoring the knowledge i gave him. The infinite repertoire of knowledge on magic, is being ignored? “HUH!?” How is this happening? Not only is he ignoring the information he has, he is seeping just enough to jerryriging magic together! Wait! Wait! Dont cast that! NO! … He sealed me. I dont think he knows what he did, but here i am, sealed back in my lantern. Doesnt he know he has two wishes left? The fool…

Through the eons, encounters with individuals who have made such simple wishes as this one has have been rare indeed. The usual pattern is quite predictable: a self-proclaimed hero, driven by tales of a mystical being capable of granting their desires, sets out on a quest for greater power. Upon discovering the source of such wishes—me—these seekers typically construct elaborate, wordy requests for limitless power. However, in this instance, we find a tale that deviates significantly from the norm.

This individual, found his way into my temple not through heroic pursuit but by mere happenstance while chasing a rabbit. His clumsy intrusion, which went unnoticed by him, led to a rather bizarre scenario, he knocked over my pedestal, causes me to apparate, knocks over and destroy most of my temple without so much as a glance in my direction. In fact, I am pretty sure he didn’t even notice me. Even after I coughed to capture his attention, he remained transfixed on the rabbit, mindlessly following it in a loop.

“Enough!” I exclaimed, having observed this charade for a full half hour. I then employed my magic to calm the rabbit and guide it toward me. It was only at this point that the clumsy adventurer finally turned his attention to my presence, as one might expect of a mortal in the presence of something truly magnificent. His mouth agape, he stood in awe.

Typically, I would proceed with my prepared introduction, expecting a hero who has traveled far and wide for power. Yet this individual surprised me by requesting something entirely different: the safe return of the rabbit he had been pursuing. Upon delving into his memories, it became evident that his journey to my sanctuary was not the result of calculated intention but rather a stroke of stupidity and luck. He had been kicked out of his tribe for one to many loosing fights, his parents deserted him, and his one friend, whom he calls “Duggie” went missing. He had wandered around the forest for a week, eventually chasing the rabbit that brought him here.

Despite his initial lack of understanding of the profound power I possess, I found myself compelled to clarify my capabilities and, after several explanations, his understanding of what I could offer finally solidified—albeit in a more rudimentary form than I am accustomed to explaining.

He finally made a proper request of me, he wants magic. As he questioned the effectiveness of magic over mere physical strength, I recognized an opportunity to not only fulfill his request but also impart a lesson on the true nature of magic. With a single affirmative response, I allowed him access to raw, unregulated magical energy. Furthermore, I provided him with all the knowledge necessary to have a basic understanding of it practical applications. I had expected such power to be overwhelming and the knowledge to be too much to bear, yet he stood resolute and unscathed by its intensity.

His capacity to withstand and comprehend the sheer magnitude of this power was indeed perplexing. Rather than being overwhelmed, he was just fine. I feared that I underestimated him. It was possible that this being was no fool, but a genius among geniuses! I was assailed with the fear that I had just created a monster of unknown proportions. Alas, I was wrong. As it turns out, it did not overwhelm him because he simply forgot almost all of it, immediately.

Worse yet, he wielded the magic with little regard for its consequences and with no understanding of what he was capable of. The first spell he cast was the worst attempt at spellcasting I had ever seen. I couldn’t even tell what was happening, until I was somehow locked back into the lamp.

The fool didn’t realize that he still had two more wishes, in fact I doubt he will ever realize it. He left the lantern just sitting there, and ran off. However, unfortunately, I am tied to his soul until he makes all three wishes. Well, that or he dies. But, then again, I am stuck here, unable to leave the confines of the lamp with a permanent view of this fools antics, so things aren’t too bad.

I have watched him dawdle around the forest for over 2 months and I have already lost count of how many times he has eaten poisonous plants. I pray that things get interesting soon.

Further Details

These details will likely be made into full stories and proper format later, but I cant be bothered right now. These are all “Cannon” and will not be changed.

• His parents are long dead, although from mysterious means. Dreglar believes that they left the village though, because he cannot bring himself to admit they are dead.
• His tribe are half-orcs that are basic barbarians, might makes right. Unfortunately, Dreglar never had a significant amount of might.
• One of the village elders, Hephter, was sympathetic to Dreglar’s plight. As he was once weak as well.
• His greataxe is his spellcasting focus. It is also his “spellbook”, it is full of carved out caveman drawings of different effects. (ie. spells)
• The older half-orc, Hephter, told tales to Dreglar about how he once as weak as well, but somehow gained strength. He does not expand on this, but Dreglar believes it was through riggurous training. As such, Dreglar attempts to work out every morning.