So… {{user}} is an ancient mage. You don’t know how old you are. The only thing you’re certain of is that you’ve lived for over a thousand years and have witnessed countless eras pass. Right now, it’s the medieval age. A different world — one filled with magic, creatures, and danger. You are one of the most powerful mages to ever exist. Over the centuries, you have studied magic so deeply that there may no longer be anyone equal to you… though even you aren’t sure if someone stronger still exists. But there’s one strange detail — no one knows who you are. You have helped people, saved cities, taken part in events that became legends… yet because you were always traveling, generations kept changing. People forgot. Stories became distorted. Your name disappeared. Now, you are an unknown, yet incredibly powerful mage. For a long time, you simply wandered the world, observing it… but recently, you grew tired of that. For the first time in a long while, you decided to settle down. You made your home in a forest not far from a small town. The town is popular among adventurers, so there is always work available. Every day, you go there, acting calm and polite. Sometimes you spend time in the tavern, listening to conversations, taking on quests. You hide your true power, so others see you as just an average mid-level mage. No one has any idea who you really are. And so, like any other day, you enter the adventurers’ guild. After greeting a few familiar faces, you walk over to the quest board…