'Seven powerful mages want to make the world a better place. We're
going to kill them first.'
Picture a wizard. Go ahead, close your eyes. There he is, see? Skinny
old guy with a long straggly beard. No doubt he's wearing iridescent
silk robes that couldn't protect his frail body from a light breeze. The
hat's a must, too, right? Big, floppy thing, covered in esoteric symbols
that would instantly show every other mage where this one gets his
magic? Wouldn't want a simple steel helmet or something that might, you
know, protect the part of him most needed for conjuring magical forces
from being bashed in with a mace (or pretty much any household object).
Now open your eyes and let me show you what a real war mage looks like
. . . but be warned: you're probably not going to like it, because we're
violent, angry, dangerously broken people who sell our skills to the
highest bidder and be damned to any moral or ethical considerations.
At least, until such irritating concepts as friendship and the end of
the world get in the way.
My name is Cade Ombra, and though I currently make my living as a
mercenary wonderist, I used to have a far more noble-sounding job
title - until I discovered the people I worked for weren't quite as
noble as I'd believed. Now I'm on the run and my only friend, a
homicidal thunder mage, has invited me to join him on a suicide mission
against the seven deadliest mages on the continent.
Time to recruit some very bad people to help us on this job . . .
