Fortune's Favors

Fate has been uncharacteristically kind to Dutorn. Any other man would be deranged, dismembered, and dead by now, but Dutorn has thrived despite the realm’s dangers. When he was attacked by a polar bear on his travels in the North, Dutorn walked away with a new coat. When he was outcast by society, he became a Medium able to speak to spirits in the woods. When he must sleep, a deceptively cute cat watches over him. This is his story.

Dutorn’s parents took every superstitious precaution to gift Dutorn with an easy life. Even his conception was planned, and his mother had to resist birth for a few days to ensure her son was born just after midnight on New Years. None of this mattered or affected Dutorn’s luck in the slightest; if anything, his high-strung family disadvantaged his prospects. He would often go into the woods to enjoy the peace.

One day, something inexplicable happened. Dutorn was in the woods, deep in thought, when he heard a terrible cry from a strange beast. Initially cautious, Dutorn heard it once more and realized it was a cry for help. He rushed towards the sound as fast as he could. The commotion grew louder as he got closer until he could see a horse buckling in pain. It was being attacked by a much larger beast, part man, part lion.

Dutorn had read about these creatures before, Sphinxes supposedly, though they were certainly not native to this area. They hailed from the deserts, what were they doing in the forest? As Dutorn considered this, the sphinx leapt for its final attack but instead got its rear paw caught in a tree root and tumbled face-first into the ground. Dutorn quickly seized the opportunity and placed a seal on the stunned creature, containing it for later research. Dutorn went to tend to the steed.

The wounds were deep and needed immediate attention. Dutorn was quite proficient in the regenerative arts, but had never performed on a steed before- or anyone but himself for that matter. This horse also seemed to have an otherworldly feel to it. Regardless, one chance was all he had and the window to take it was closing. Dutorn spent many hours and much aura bringing the horse back to health. This continues to be the greatest thing he has ever done.

Dutorn learned the steed’s name was Lento and that he was imbued with a special magic; Lento was the arbiter of luck. As thanks, Lento granted Dutorn the same powers he had, the boon of great fortune and the ability to grant it to whomever he wanted. Dutorn gave his gratitude and found himself the luckiest man in the world.

He did not think long about who he would share his fortune with. No-one. If everyone has good fortune, no-one does. Dutorn decided there must be winners and losers in this world, and he would secure his position as one of the winners. After all, Dutorn had only sealed the sphinx because it was a rare species that was incapacitated. He wasn’t trying to be a hero.

Ever since, Dutorn has travelled the realm and taken for himself all that he’s wanted. He need only want something and the world will bend over backwards to hand it to him. His appetite grows larger everyday, increasingly harder to satisfy. He speaks to the spirits to learn secrets and hidden knowledge, quelling his thirst slightly with ancient magic. He is doomed to yearn for more and is now known to the world as Medium Dutorn of the Realm.

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