The Lore of Aleister of the Mist, Wizard #8326

Submerging into The Mist, on the cold winter's eve of the 655th Winterfest… This was the last anyone had seen of Aleister. His quest was one of great treachery and peril. For he was after something of great magical worth: the fangs of a vampyre. To this day, none are sure of his whereabouts… or that he even still exists.

It is quite uncertain how or when, or even why Aleister appeared. He was not born, nor did he sail the Forgotten Winds of Time, as some of his greater contemporaries did. He simply existed. He stood tall and confident, but he often spoke in ways that many did not, or possibly could not, comprehend. For Aleister was a purple hat wizard and his ramblings were long, winding labyrinths of word. Words not from the manuscripts or tongues of mortals and men, but the tongue of wizards. As that is the ancient language Aleister often spoke. Aleister carried about his person a small magic bag, at all times.

Aleister was very unpredictable, but his bag.... more so.

Out of it poured diamond, ruby, sapphire and emerald. They glimmered like stars in the sky. No gems were more precious. Spurring from it came food and drink, enough for all. Enough to feed cities, armies, even kingdoms… but oftentimes Aleister was unable to grant such graces.

For Aleister did not control his bag, it controlled him… While purple hats are wise and powerful, they are not always sane. Oftentimes wizards in the Runiverse have powers of laughable status. They pose no real threat, harm or danger. But Aleister was not one of those wizards. If he, or rather the magic bag, willed so, great destruction was caused. The burning of villages, the slaying of men, regicide. All was possible. And for that reason Aleister sought the fangs of a vampyre. They, and only they, could tear the bag open and reveal its secrets. For Aleister wanted nothing more than to be free of its grasp.

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