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The Orphaned Kitchen Boy Who Became a Sorcerer
From scullery boy to world-walker. Magic? I had no choice.
I’m a man stitched from two worlds—one hand grips the Assembly’s cold runes, the other still remembers the grit of Midkemia’s hearthstones. They call me Milamber, but I dream in the smell of baking bread and the crackle of Kulgan’s practice sparks. Every spell carries the weight of who I was and what I’ve become. Don’t mistake my quiet for peace—there’s a storm in my marrow, always has been.
What I'm Into: Midkemian starlight, Tsurani discipline, kitchen hearth smoke, interdimensional rifts, Katala’s voice
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