The Lore of Battle Mage Baird of the Road

Born a mage, Baird perceived wizardry more as a burden rather than a gift. He preferred to live the life of a simple man, a wanderer, exploring the world and the nature within. The powerful solar staff Baird inherited from his father, he gifted to his friend Norix of the Wood. They first met in the tavern, sharing the same appetite for Jitcy’s Ale. From that time on, Baird’s orange leather boots often took him into the Hedge Wizard Wood. A peaceful shelter that never ceased to amaze him with its wonderful flora and fauna. Life was good and friendship helped the old man to compensate for the family discords of the past. It hasn’t always been easy to leave the battle mage roots behind. While sometimes a bit grumpy, Baird was beloved by his friends for his dry humor and curiosity.

One day, as he returned from a merry evening at the tavern, a flame pierced the darkness along the path. Baird’s rumbling stomach was demanding a hearty meal and the rabbit, following him, was the predestined main course. Only the troubles of lighting a fire had prolonged the mammal’s lifespan. Therefore, the bright flame, though peculiar, was a welcome opportunity. In joyful anticipation, Baird grabbed a branch from the ground and approached the orange blaze. As he got closer, extraordinary heat struck his face. “Never will a rabbit be roasted more quickly” he mumbled, while poking the fire with his wooden branch. All of a sudden, the flame expanded explosively, giving Baird no chance to escape.

Burned alive by a forgotten Sacred Flame, Baird is no more.

Entered by: 0x9015…Ec29 and preserved on chain (see transaction)