Archmagus Hadrien of the Secret Fire

You see, Hadrien wasn't always the Archmagus, nor was he always a disciple of the Secret Fire. His life started oh so humbly as a farmer's son in the small village just outside Goblin Town. He grew up learning the meaning and value of hardwork, but the farm was frequently pillaged by raiders and theives, and Hadrien often wondered why they got to get off so easy, while he had to do all of the hard work!

Eventually, the raids got more violent, and ended up taking the life of his mother and father. Hadrien, exhausted and emotionally drained, quietly buried his family on the property, before taking what little he owned and heading out into the great unknown.

His journeys would see him all over the Runiverse, but eventually Hadrien would end up taking up residency in an abandoned mage's tower along the coast of the Alchemist's Archipelago. Here he would spend almost a decade pouring over the tomes left behind, absorbing as much as he possibly could.

Eventually, Hadrien would learn all he could from the little library, but it was not enough. It was almost as if he was born to be a wizard. He picked up each new spell quicker and quicker, and before too long, he would be able to cast a spell just by watching another cast it.

This would lead the prodigal wizard on a quest for ultimate knowledge. Traveling to all corners of the realm, learning every scrap of magic he came across, Hadrien was determined to unravel the secrets of existence. To help him further the cause, he established a small coven of wizards and called them the Order of the Secret Fire.

He would only enlist the finest magic-users in the ream, and together they would record and and safeguard their secrets from the rest of the world. Inevitably, Hadrien began to lust for eternal life, and spent a great deal of time chasing down half-truths and rumors about fountains of youth, eternal gardens, and other ways to artificially expand one's lifespan.

Charging into caves, dungeons, forests, anywhere a secret could hide, Hadrien explored it. (This had the unintended effects of getting the most comprehensive map of the realm to date) But, as it goes, eventually his endless pursuit paid off, and he stumbled upon the ravings of a mad alchemist who had claimed to have distilled the essence of the Philosopher's Stone.

Though the alchemist was mad and clearly not stable, Hadrien wanted this with such passion, he couldn't just ignore it! It didn't take him long to discover the old caves that the mad alchemist had taken up shop in.

While the cave itself was very unexciting, it was what the cave held that made the trip worth it. Discarded among the garbage of the previous inhabitants was a small, leather-bound tome. The pages of this tome held the descent of the mad alchemist, but in these ravings was a very clear description of how to obtain the essence of a Philosopher's Stone.

The moment Hadrien realized what he had, he immediately returned to his tower, where he spent many days and nights attempting to perfect this potion. While alchemy wasn't really his strongest suit, he was no stranger to perseverance. It was only a matter of time before the potion was perfect, and immortal life would be within grasp!

With very little hesitation, Hadrien quaffed the potion (with much gusto). Expecting a flash of bright, he was only met with a tiny poof of smoke and a strange tingling sensation. It felt as if someone had gently reached into his soul and pulled out all of the hurt, the sadness, the things that made him unhappy, and sent it all away.

This was actually Hadrien's soul splitting into two. The potion, while granting him immortality, it also separated the evil and the good, creating two separate (but equally handsome) Hadriens. Good Hadrien would be unaware for quite sometime that there was an evil doppelgänger out there, and would go on to become a wandering healer, helping any who may need it.

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