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| Hailing from [[Bachwood]], '''Kassha Firehart''' has spent most of his adult life as a flighty, fickle [[sorcerer]] who wandered in and out of trouble across southern M'chek. Nearing his 30s, Kassha’s happy go lucky stance has slowly changed as addictions, worry and war have taken a toll on his psyche. Despite all the chaos that seems to swirl around him, there are three constants that form the base “stool” upon all which the essence of Kassha stand, [[Guild:RedOrder|Red Order of the Flame]], The Umbrella of Chaos, and the desire to become a [[Transmutant|Transmutant]].
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| | If you would have asked me last year who '''Kassha Firehart''' was I would have laughed and told you I was a mage from [[Bachwood]]. I was the seventh child to my parents Peri and Sala; I would have told you I was a bit of a snot, a bit of a pain, and a bit of a charmer and there was no way in the nine hells I was going to be a farmer. I would have told you I loved my four sisters and my two brothers … but not enough to baby sit. I might have finished up and talked about Brianna Haggleshort. I’m a former soldier of M’Chek, I'm sure I would have babbled about that. I might have been a hero, I might have been a scourge and I am fairly certain that I was at least a bane to someone once. A year ago I was an alcoholic, a war machine and an agent of slaughter. But most important out of all of that a year ago I was the Great Mage of Arms for the [[Guild:RedOrder|Red Order of the Flame]]; and a year ago that is who I was. |
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| ===[[Image:umbrella_small.jpg]]Consequences and Leaving===
| | If you asked me 6 months ago who '''Kassha Firehart''' was I would have told you I am the re-incarnation of Kcil, a Confounder who was also known as the Mighty Lick. I might have saved the world … but more importantly I told the Voice of Wilsash a joke and made her smile. 6 months ago I was the wielder of the Umbrella of Chaos, the holder of a Forian reclic, and a collector of dangerous magical artifacts. 6 months ago I was bound by expectations, bound by loyalty, and afraid of my hate. 6 months ago … I wasn’t sure who '''Kassha Firehart''' was. |
| Kassha was the seventh child born to Peri and Sala Firehart on a small farm near [[Bachwood]]. With four older sisters and two older brothers Kassha soon learned the quickest way to get attention you had to stand out. Hasty schemes, ill laid plans, and a lack of attention to details quickly would mire the young Kassha in trouble; but some how his smile, his infectious care free attitude, and the grace of Forian would quickly wiggle him out of it... that is until Brianna Haggleshort. Brianna was with out a doubt the prettiest girl in the area; long red locks (to this day Kassha is a sucker for red hair), deep blue eyes, and an ample bosom guaranteed she always got her way. An un-repentant flirt, Kassha soon obtained Brianna's attention with treats of candy, flowers, and sweet words; all of this right under the nose of Brianna's fiancée, or so he thought. Unknown to Kassha, Brianna's fiancée was quite aware of Kassha's flirtations. At first he ignored them, but when he caught Kassha and Brianna sneaking off to a barn he confronted them in a jealous rage. The furious fiancée burst into the barn right at the height of Kassha and Brianna's erotic passion; naked, a little drunk, and really confused Kassha did the first thing that came natural to him ... he cast [[Magic:Color_Spray|color spray]]. The spell worked, dazing the suitor while simultaneously staining random objects random colors. Brianna burst into tears at the sight of her favorite dress stained a deep orange; Kassha on the other hand was pleased that the magical misfire saved him from a severe beating and used the precious seconds obtained to gather his clothes, make a naked dash from the barn, taking a slight pause to admire his hair in a rain barrel. He at first was embarrassed that his luxurious raven black hair was now a deep royal purple; but as time has passed it has grown on him. Hearing Brianna's sobbing and a furious fiancée bursting from a barn, Kassha cast his [[Magic:Expeditious_Retreat|second spell]] and quickly decided on a vacation; and headed north to the city of [[Elysia]]. | |
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| | | If you asked me this morning, I would have told you '''Kassha Firehart''' woke up a fool and promptly was a minotaur; at lunch he was a tiger who has a disgusting fondness for rat; and finally this afternoon he was giant shaking a tree down for sweet late harvest apples. Tomorrow there is no clue what he’ll be. It isn’t so much a question of who '''Kassha Firehart''' is but what '''Kassha Firehart''' has the potential to be. I am still a fool but I took my first step on becoming a [[Transmutant|Transmutant]]; It only took me 9 months to understand what [[NPCs:Kaila|Magus Kaila]] was talking about. Tomorrow I might be the most powerful [[Transmutant|Transmutant]] in all of Negria or I might be a simpleton enjoying a pie; Tomorrow like the Vortex has an infinite amount of possibilities. |
| ===[[Image:umbrella_small.jpg]]The 3 Umbrellas===
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| [[PCs:Marie_the_Confounder|Random chance]] played a large part in pushing Kassha to develope what he refers to as the “Art of the Umbrella”. In an early attempt to impress the beautiful, stern, and red headed [[PCs:Hyacinth_Pike|Captain Pike]], Kassha somehow managed to acquire skills with a wide variety of weapons and armor. Mimicking [[PCs:Hyacinth_Pike|Captain Pike]] he first began devoting himself to the exclusive use of swords of an un-natural size; after all most of these swords were big, impressive and slightly scary; yet there was something so mundane about them. A fortuitous viewing of [[PCs:Marie_the_Confounder|Marie's]] skill with a book and a fan, Kassha began to see that true prowess in battle was not the ability to cause damage, mow down your enemies or skill with a sword …. no, it was the ability to be flexible, do the unexpected, and seize the advantage in any situation. In an effort to mimic [[PCs:Marie_the_Confounder|Marie’s]] skill in battle, be un-expected, and be fashionable Kassha began his early development of the ''art of the umbrella''. At first it was a simple flight of fancy that should have quickly been forgotten but slowly Kassha became more and more comfortable with umbrellas and less and less satisfied with swords, halberds, pikes, picks, mauls, axes and staves. Despite all the flaws in wielding an umbrella in battle it is definitely unexpected, and those few moments of un-expectedness usually kept Kassha alive; plus it was fun. What was less fun and what was a little vexing to Kassha was most umbrellas are not designed to smack against sand lizard scales, be shoved in bear maws, or crush beetle shells; in the process of perfecting the ''art of the umbrella'', Kassha ended up destroying quite a few umbrellas. Still he persevered (which is most un-usual for Kassha, he really isn’t known for his perseverance to things) and his efforts were rewarded by finding the Umbrella of Chaos. From the moment he seized the umbrella from the lair of [[NPCs:Fulfordis|OldFrostyGritchesAlot]], [[Magic:Greater_Magic_Weapon|empowered by magic]]; Kassha knew his right hand would never wield another sword, halberd, pike, pick, maul, axe or staff in battle again. Tempered by the heat of battle; Kassha has transformed this umbrella into something that is more than the sum of it's parts; Kassha transformed the Umbrella of Chaos making it stronger. Why he found the Umbrella, where it came from and what possibilities it harbors Kassha does not know. What Kassha does know is that slowly over time the Umbrella of Chaos has grown in power. Were only a single rune graced its tumultuous haft; three now play. The chaotic fabric that swirled between its sturdy ribs is now a uniform yellow, that when twirled just right is a confusing and maddening form of yellow. Even stranger still it affords not just protection from rain but is able to ward off flames and heat. However, perhaps the strangest and the most chaotic and most pleasing trait is when the umbrella performs spectacular feats of magic. Kassha expounds the theory that the umbrella is actually soaking up residual magic, as well as blood, sweat, tears, and rain and when it has absorbed enough, it spontaneously ejaculates the magic in an impressive and often surprising way. Occasionally in a drunken stupor, Kassha will ask the Umbrella how it casts spells; so far, the Umbrella has not answered.
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| ===[[Image:umbrella_small.jpg]]Fractured Foundations===
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| It took the better part of five years but Kassha eventually graduated from the Academy of Mortal Magic. Many fellow mages were greatly disappointed that it took Kassha so long to actually graduate but, Kassha feels that the wide and varied experiences were better than all the theory taught in the Academy. He occasionally sneers at book learning but has come to accept that research, study, and learning are all important experiences and should not be ignored. Pleased that he was able to complete what so many mages have done before, Kassha left [[Visimontium]] and journeyed to [[Mikona]], ready to take his place among his chosen family….[[Guild:RedOrder|Red Order of the Flame]]. Kassha settled into his new life and was content; his research slowed, his training suffered and he grew a bit fat. Things would have continued as they were but Kassha soon began to feel uneasy….almost as if he were a disappointment. Perhaps it was the umbrella, perhaps it was his conscious; it might have even been [[PCs:Flenken_Jolliemausch|Magus Flenken]] reminders that Kassha was a failure and he needed to do something but eventually Kassha decided that he needed to be a man of action and he once more began pursuit of his third pillar; the desire to become a [[Transmutant|Transmutant]]. | |
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| When the war with Drotid broke out Kassha joined several other [[Guild:RedOrder|Flames]] and signed up with the army. At first it was a lark, a bit of fun, ash a few shaahesk and then go home for a celebratory drink. But after the death of Major Fyne, the destruction of the Dauntless and incessant slaughter something broke in Kassha. War lost it's shine and was replaced with the stench of battle. After winning the Copper Eagle Medal as a recruit it dawned on Kassha that he was another engine of destruction to the army; albeit a fairly effective engine of destruction. He embraced what he perceived to be his new role; the army wanted a body count so the army would get it, and consequences be damned. As several solitary patrols finally began to erode his psyche he turned to drinking to get through it. Soon drinking became his answer to everything, couldn't get the stench of blood out of your nose then have a drink, kobold screams ringing in your ears then have a drink, watching shaahesk patrols and bandits melt before you ... that requires two drinks. With that kind of mentality it didn't take long for the shakes to start.
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If you would have asked me last year who Kassha Firehart was I would have laughed and told you I was a mage from Bachwood. I was the seventh child to my parents Peri and Sala; I would have told you I was a bit of a snot, a bit of a pain, and a bit of a charmer and there was no way in the nine hells I was going to be a farmer. I would have told you I loved my four sisters and my two brothers … but not enough to baby sit. I might have finished up and talked about Brianna Haggleshort. I’m a former soldier of M’Chek, I'm sure I would have babbled about that. I might have been a hero, I might have been a scourge and I am fairly certain that I was at least a bane to someone once. A year ago I was an alcoholic, a war machine and an agent of slaughter. But most important out of all of that a year ago I was the Great Mage of Arms for the Red Order of the Flame; and a year ago that is who I was.
If you asked me 6 months ago who Kassha Firehart was I would have told you I am the re-incarnation of Kcil, a Confounder who was also known as the Mighty Lick. I might have saved the world … but more importantly I told the Voice of Wilsash a joke and made her smile. 6 months ago I was the wielder of the Umbrella of Chaos, the holder of a Forian reclic, and a collector of dangerous magical artifacts. 6 months ago I was bound by expectations, bound by loyalty, and afraid of my hate. 6 months ago … I wasn’t sure who Kassha Firehart was.
If you asked me this morning, I would have told you Kassha Firehart woke up a fool and promptly was a minotaur; at lunch he was a tiger who has a disgusting fondness for rat; and finally this afternoon he was giant shaking a tree down for sweet late harvest apples. Tomorrow there is no clue what he’ll be. It isn’t so much a question of who Kassha Firehart is but what Kassha Firehart has the potential to be. I am still a fool but I took my first step on becoming a Transmutant; It only took me 9 months to understand what Magus Kaila was talking about. Tomorrow I might be the most powerful Transmutant in all of Negria or I might be a simpleton enjoying a pie; Tomorrow like the Vortex has an infinite amount of possibilities.
