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Name: Magikus

Age: 97

Gender: Male

Other: Freak life energy accident 60 years ago made him age 10x slower, so his body is only about 43 years old.

Occupation: Hermit/nomad, Archmage of life (formerly)

Magikus woke up from his nap at midday. Seems like he always needed more and more sleep nowadays. He got out of his hammock strung bewteen two trees and put it away in his pack, at the same time pulling out a pie. After he had eaten, he left his resting spot on the south shore of mainland and headed east, iron hatchet in hand. When he arrived at his destination around midnight, he lit up his trusty lantern. This was no ordinary lantern. It required no oil and was very bright, because it was imbuned with fire magic, a gift from the magma tribe from when he was an archmage. He found the tree patch he was looking for in this particular mainland forest. He selected a yew tree, and chopped off a nice, straight limb. Next he went back to his camping spot, arriving there at nightfall. He started a nice warm fire (flint and steel), hung up his hammock, and went back to sleep.