Legends speak of an ancient race of people, Wind Mages they were called, lost to time and history. Lost to the knowledge of man. A small colony of people, dedicated to the arts of magic, who forged a new power when the rock and dirt first started to drift from the planet's surface. They learned to control the winds that moved the floating islands. They learned to anchor them in place. And when man took to the air in ships, they made for safe passage through the treacherous windstorms.
Their power was coveted, many wanted it for their own. But they answered to no man, keeping their now forgotten home safe from those who would do it harm. No one could find it, and no one has yet.
That was many an age ago, and their kind is all but extinct. When their number had first started to dwindle they set their home in fog, and sent it adrift, so that none could ever find it's secrets. The Elders hoped that none would ever find this ancient place. But nothing stays hidden forever. Their people started to dwindle, it was only time before none of their race was left.
However survivors of the race still do exist. Passing themselves off as regular Wizards, those Wind Mages that deserved to live a peaceful life, as much as could be hand in a time of pirates and a corrupt empire.
Most Wizards offer their services to merchants and travelers, offering to protect them with their magic. Others who excel in the black arts take up job as mercs, or alongside them. Some even become fiercesome pirates.
To find a Wind Mage willing to do such a thing is incredibly rare. Most are wise enough to take refuge far from the reaches of danger.
Some though, can not avoid it no matter how hard they try. That is the fate of Thomason, this story's Wind Mage. A simple boy, with a simple desire to live a simple life. Perhaps as a farmer, have his own floating island close to the vast oceans that life beneath. That would be nice. But unfortunately for Thomason, that life was not meant for him. Greater things were meant for him, and they started with what seemed like an ordinary pirate raid on a small port.
Pillaging and burning and taking prisoners with as much or as little bloodshed as to be expected.
The pirate captain did not take long to figure out he was a Wizard, and decided to make a package deal. There was a Woman Pirate Captain who knew the exact whereabouts of a grand treasure, as grand as any normal man could conceive at least, and he would make a deal. All the women he had captured plus the Wizard as the creme of the trade. Surely that would convince her to turn over her map.
Word was sent and they arranged a ship to ship meet in neutral air.
The prisoners were taken aboard, unharmed past the roughness of being taken captive, the Wizard upfront. He waited at the edge of his ship for the parley to start.
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