Albert began his life in a large kingdom to the south, he was the castle mage in the capital city. Magic users were very rare in that part of the world and the kingdom could not find a better wizard. The bad thing about this is he was a terrible wizard. He did a lot more harm than good. Eventually the king exiled the wizard after he realised he was no use, Albert then lived in a ruined tower for 23 years when one day a traveler told Albert of a grand place with many city’s. He set of to this new place and went to seek wizard training. None of the mages would accept him, they would call him terrible names. He went to find a new home but had no money. A group of bandits attacked the poor soul on the road stealing what he had, and leaving his corpse on the side of the path to rot. This has been a story to inform you that not every dream comes true, most of the time you will be knocked to the ground over and over again, just like poor Albert was… ::-Father Eynon