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Seigmunds backstory if i would do it beacus yeh- Seigmund, the lost. There are many a tale of this abomination, but few actually tell of the truth. Of how he really became the monster. Seigmund was a revered mage and traveled from Academy-to-Academy, Sharing his knowledge. Seigmund was studying the Dark arts and their origins, unbeknownst to the torment and rage that lay in wait on the pathway ahead, Patiently waiting for his arrival. He delved deeper into the dark arts, even to the point of practice. Despite his efforts, he was still baffeled by how Necromancers utilize it like it was as simple as breathing. He was then determined to unlock the ancient secrets of these forbidden magics. One night, he found a cracked area on the stone floor. Curious, he removed the rocks to find a Red and Black book. The title was worn to the pont of it basically not existing. The only text that he was able to read was -<{WRATH}>-. When he opened the book he saw the insturctions for the creation a Magic Circle. Excited, he blundered through the instructions, hastily constructing the magic circle. As he created it, corners were cut and it was not exactly as the insctructions depicted. It was in the shape of a regular circle, made from Bloodberry juice. On the left, a Hawk's feather. On the right, a Knight's chestpiece. Worn out from the construction of the Circle, he then read the description of it. Some of it was worn away. This circle sha    grant thee the wrath of gia ts, rage o  gods and h te of wolves. Even more excited, he moved to the final ingredient. The blood of a Virgin. At this point, Seigmund does not care what it will take to finish this circle. He then returned to his house, to be greeted by his wife Back from studying? Of course, my dear. He replied. Wheres Amelya? He asked. Up stairs,dear. His wife replied. He then marched upstairs and entered the room to find his daughter, sleeping. Smiling with utter joy, He then slit her neck and let the blood drip into a vial. He came down stairs and, out of fear that the Royal Guard may find out, killed his wife. Returning to the Academy, he went to the top floor, where this twisted ceremony was being held. pouring the blood into the middle, he then stood back and kneeled, Chanting Wrath of Giants, Rage of Gods, Hate of wolves. Wrath of Giants, Rage of Gods, Hate of Wolves....... The Bloodberry juice began glowing, and a strange red energy Began flowing into upwards. Startled, Siegmund stepped back afew paces. Wha- Before he could finish talking, The red energies began flowing into him. Pure pain,Fear and Anger began to pump through his veins. His clothes and skin ripping to reveal pitch black.Soon enough, he was a Giant monstrosity. Armor began to form upon him, A blade with spikes jagged like distant mountains formed in his hand. The Transformation complete, He let out a mighty roar. It has been 8 years since then. Warriors with incredible powers have risen. That cursed abomination has leveled the entire city, leaving only the foundation of a Stone Keep which serves as his throne. He waits patiently for someone to challenge his might. I believe its time for us to reclaim this Broken citadel. Now..... Go get his head.- Troopers Mentor