Wolfgang Breimer

Magicien particulièrement affecté par les Vents de la Magie

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Macigien, ex-Apprenti magicien

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First Steps

Born from the union of Lord Amadeus Breimer Von Vandengart and Lady Maddel Geirbert, third daughter of lord Heimrich…elector count of Ostland, Wolfgang is the second and youngest son of Lord Breimer. Raised in the upper class opulence, you could say the boy had it easy.

Raised in the relative richness of his margrave father, Wolfgang lived his childhood in the shadow of his big brother, Theobald. While not a wimp, Wolfgang always was alittle less strong, a little less charismatoc, always a little less than his brother. Had he been another boy, this state of being might have turned sour, but it was not to be. Wolgang dearly loved his big brother. He looked up to him in all things, good or bad, and Theobald treated him as a pupil, tutoring him for years to come.

Then it all went south. By the age of 6 Wolfgang began to have “nightmares”, Troubling visions that woke the boy in tears most nights. At first, Theobald was able to calm his little brother and put him back to sleep, and the boys decided to keep those troubles between them, so as to not worry their parents. When the visions began to spill over in his waking hours, it became harder and harder to keep their secret. Wolfgang would go on about his day when suddenly he would stop and in a whispy voice utter phrases that had no incidence on the situation at hand. Soon, Theobald had no choice but to go to their parents, fearing his little brother had the “evil taint” on him. The lord and lady immediately reacted by swearing the whole staff to secrecy. They loved their children dearly, and knew that if the word got out, it could put everything they had in danger. So for a few months, Wolfgang was kept out of the public eye, believed by most to be afflicted by a child sickness. Using his standing and wealth, Lord Breimer had a series of doctors brought to the estate to try to find a cure. Everything was going fine, and the family recieved numerous letters and envoys from the surrounding families wishing the boy well.

Enter Miranda

Miranda Esperanza Di Magritta, an estalian serving girl in the employ of the family had a special place in the Breimer household. For a few years, Miranda had “secretely” been the mistress of lord Breimer. While this white lie had been known to most, it was not public knowledge that Miss Esperanza had higher view for her life. For years, she had been pestering Lord Breimer to acknowledge her, to raise her from serving girl to “High lady”. The continued refusals of her liege embittened her, and at that point she was considering acting on her dark desires. No one knows how or by whom, she learned the thruth of the strange affliction plaguing Wolfgang. This was,she thought, the greatest boon for her. Fearing the rage of her lord if she tried to blackmail him (Lord Breimer was not known for his patience or his pity when one threatened his family) she went directly to the Sigmarites.

Esperanza spun such a tale of heresy that the local priests panicked and called on the witch hunters immediately. The central authority responded by sending one of the newest member in the order, one Demandred Zuckelfeist. Having everything to prove, themyoung inquisitor went in with zeal in his heart. Surprisingly, Herr Zuckelfeist was not a blind zealot, and despite the tall tale spun by the girl, he doubted its veracity. He went directly to the good lord and laid the situation bare to Wolfgang’s parents. Fearing retribution from the church, the couple immediately relented on the lies and led him to the boy.

Fearing demonic influences, Demandred was almost ready to send the boy to the pyre as a sorcerer. At that exact moment Wolfgang looked up at the man and said :" I saw you mister…you burned the red handed man…but I dont fear you…he was bad."

Almost a full minute passed, deep shock apparent in the eyes of the Witch Hunter, then with a hardening of the eyes he told lord Breimer : " He is not cursed or possessed, but something is wrong in him…he will be spared, but send him away quickly. " thanking our lord Sigmar for his foresight, Lord Breimer put everything in his power for two things. First finding a place for his son, and secondly finding that whore Esperanza and have her quartered by his horses.

Thus it came to be that Wolfgang was sent to kemperbad, as to live and study under a master mage of his mother’s knowing before being married. The separation from his family was hard for the boy, but he promised his father that he would make his family proud as a great imperial mage. Even Theobald found a way to smile, telling his little brother how great they would be, a lord knight and master mage working together smiting the Empire’s enemies.

So Wolfgang went to his new master, fearful but decided. Looking back, it was probably best forvall that this happened. His family wrote frequently, telling him of the great progress of the province and of his brother becoming a warrior. His father even wrote him a letter telling him the thruth about his mistress and her traitorous actions, the frustration for not having been able to find her, and his shame about all this story. Wolfang became the distant confessor to his family, and was happy for it. It gave him the illusion of still being with them, of living close to them. Then the letters started to speak of trouble, of war, and a growing shadow in the north…and the letters stopped coming.

Then the Storm came.

Wolfgang à Marienbourg

Quelques jours après son arrivée à Marienbourg, Wolfgang postula au Wasteland Import-Export Exchange afin de financer ses études au Collège Baron Henryk de Navigation et de Magie Maritime. Son entrevue d’embauche ne se passa pas très bien (il n’a pas de permis de travail et il ne maîtrise ni le Bretonien, ni le Tiléen, en plus d’être étudiant) jusqu’au moment où il précisa son champ d’étude. L’homme d’âge mûr assis devant lui, Axelbrand Gaffwig, un des dix Superviseurs du ‘Change, leva soudainement un sourcil : « Un apprenti magicien de l’Ordre Céleste? Comme c’est intéressant. Vous êtes loin d’être prêt pour le Puits, mais je veux bien vous intégrer à mon équipe de scribes. Vous serez assigné à la vérification et à la consignation du paiement des taxes à la Cité. Cela vous permettra d’étudier de jour et de travailler le soir. Si vous faites du bon travail, vous pourrez payer vos études et gravir des échelons, mon jeune ami. Bienvenue au ‘Change. »

En acceptant ce travail, Wolfgang était loin de réaliser l’ampleur de la tâche qui se trouvait devant lui. Il dut d’abord s’adapter à son horaire extrêmement chargé. Il devait se lever aux petites heures du matin pour se rendre au Collège dans le quartier Tempelwijk où ses cours duraient tout l’avant-midi et une partie de l’après-midi. Il étudiait dans la classe de maître Gedsoltrys, une magicienne elfe et professeur très exigeante qui était assistée par un autre elfe du nom de Caelarmir. Wolfgang se précipitait ensuite au siège social du ‘Change sur l’île de la Haute-Tour de Suiddock pour vérifier des calculs et des comptes sur papier souvent jusqu’à minuit. En passant par des rues éclairées, il retournait à l’appartement du quartier Oudgeldwijk où il tombait de fatigue dans un sommeil sans rêve. Il s’endormait même parfois sur son pupitre du ‘Change pour se réveiller en panique le lendemain. Heureusement pour lui, ses quelques années passées à l’Observatoire de Kemperbad l’avaient préparé au manque de sommeil. Il trouvait à peine le temps d’étudier pendant ses repas et ses congés de Festag étaient divisés entre la préparation d’examens, l’écriture de lettres pour Isadora et une sortie avec ses colocataires. Les longues semaines d’hiver lui parurent très courtes.

Le dur labeur de Wolfgang porta ses fruits. Le Superviseur Gaffwig demanda à le rencontrer : « Mon cher Wolfgang, le ‘Change a décidé de te faire une faveur à cause de ton merveilleux travail des derniers semaines. Je vais décharger ton horaire, ce qui te permettra de te concentrer davantage sur tes études. J’ai parlé avec le Collège et tu n’as désormais plus de dette envers eux. Si jamais tu désires compléter un MPN par la suite, le ‘Change est prêt à te financer. » Fou de joie, Wolfgang redoubla d’efforts dans ses études magiques, gardant ses maigres économies pour payer sa part de l’appartement. Un jour, Caelarmir, avec lequel Wolfgang s’était lié d’amitié, lui confia que maître Gedsoltrys retournerait bientôt en Ulthuan pour poursuivre ses études et que le Collège lui confierait sa charge d’enseignement. « Je voudrais que tu sois mon assistant, lui demanda l’elfe. J’ai besoin de quelqu’un qui a de l’expérience… comment disent les humains? Ah oui! De l’expérience sur le terrain. »

Dans les semaines qui suivirent, Wolfgang n’eut pas beaucoup l’occasion de passer du temps avec ses colocataires, ceux-là même qui étaient, d’après maître Adred Fleischer, liés à lui par l’Azyr. Chacun était très occupé de son côté et n’avait plus le temps de se voir, même le Festag. Une nuit qu’il travailla tard au ‘Change (un collègue lui avait demandé de l’aide en urgence), Wolfgang s’endormit dans ses papiers et rêva pour la première fois depuis des semaines. Tous les Marienbourgeois se tenaient en silence dans les rues de la Cité plongée dans une lumière grisâtre qui rappelait la mort. Ils regardaient une potence érigée sur le pont Hoogbrug, où un juge clamait d’une voix inaudible la sentence de condamnés en attente de leur pendaison. Sous la potence se trouvait un enfant qui grelottait. Il tremblait tellement de froid que ses membres se détachèrent de son corps comme s’ils étaient congelés. Le juge se tut, le bourreau s’avança et ce fut seulement à ce moment que Wolfgang put distinguer le visage des condamnés pour les identifier : Fridrick, Gregor et lui-même.

The Chosen Path

Wolfgang finally came to Altdorf. The boat ride was long for him. He tried to stay away from everyone on the boat, because since the stream tap at the leyline in Albion, two things had changed. First he noticed people getting light headed around him, and after a near death accident for a boatman, he decided to lock himself in not to cause any more trouble. Second, and more troubling for him…he got pissed off. For a usually calm young man like Wolfgang, this state of mind was not usual, and it scared him. From the talking of the crew to the swaying of the boat, everything was setting him on edge, and he didn’t know how long he could restrain himself not to lash out.

After a long 3 weeks, the Great Altdorf loomed on the horizon. One simple question pressed heavy on Wolfgang’s mind: Where will I go? What college will receive me…or will any even see me…or am I an heretic waiting to be destroyed by my peers…

That question was answered for him. On the docking pier of the east wharf, a lone figure waited by the descending plank. Dressed in grey, ignored by most, the man presented himself as Gottfried Marsh of the Grey College. With cold sweat running down his back, Wolfgang obeyed the master wizard and followed, believing his death day had finally come.

Four days it took. Four days of testing his abilities, questioning him on his past experiences, on his master, on his life. It all became a blur, alternating between sleepless nights in a bare cell…where he didn’t know, and crazy challenges to test his knowledge and abilities and search his soul. Four days it took for any answers to come forth. In a meeting chamber underground…again where he didn’t know…the most important day in the life of young Wolfgang Breimer came.

Sitting in a straight chair in the middle of a round room, ringed by four more chairs more akin to thrones, he was watched by four men. Wolfgang knew these men. The first, in front of him, was Master wizard Gottfried Marsh of the Grey College. On his right, Lady Irridan Sughel of the Bright College, radiating heat even then. Behind Wolfgang, unseen but felt, the radiating coolness of Patriarch Raphael Julevno of the Celestial College radiated in waves. And finally on his left, Lord Hans Grupert of the Light Order calmly sat, serene and smiling.

For Wolfgang, the first day of his new life had begun, and he was sworn to silence.

-" I can sense no taint in him, he didn’t touch Chaos" simply said Master Grupert, smiling at Wolfgang.

“Nevertheless, he did things in those ruins that would damn him…he even confesses to doing it twice already…we have banished others for less” Master Marsh’s voice was dry, almost angry but held tight.

“Yes my friends, this youth did grave things. Even back in Kemperbad his tutor felt it and feared for his soul. But it is telling that he is sitting in front of us now…with his mind whole! Can we afford to turn him back…or kill him…he would be an asset to any college, don’t you think?” the voice of the patriarch was strong but calm…a voice of wisdom that made other listen.

With a sigh and sadness in his eyes, Master Grupert said: “His mind may be whole, but his soul is torn. Even now I can sense the Winds tearing at him. He is so marked by the Winds that everyone can see it on his body, but when I see his soul, it is a tempest that cannot be quenched. Whatever our choice be, his life will be hard.”

" If he leaves with said life, yes, it will be a hard one…but he has already done more for the Empire than a lot of mages older than him by far… And don’t forget my dear friends, if we simply banish him, he will go back to Marienburg, he is …recognised there." growled Lady Irridan, with what Wolfgang believed was a touch of mirth and longing in her husky tones.

With a laugh, the grey mage piped in: " Not only recognised but lauded, and by some important people at that if my contacts in the Temple of Morr ant the ‘Change can be trusted"

“We must decide now my friends, I cannot lose much more time on the fate on a single apprentice, so we speak now and put it to rest.” said Patriarch Julevno. “What do you say for Wolfgang Breimer on this night ?”

“Let him choose…we accept the burden of the watchman once more…the Greys will have him in our minds if he falls” said the Grey.

“Let him choose…some forces of corruption already fear him I believe…he could be of use to the Colleges” laughed the Light.

“Let him choose… May his flame burn high and destroy his enemies… or himself!” growled the Bright.

“It seems fate has more in store for you young man… I will join my voice to let you choose freely.” whispered the Celestial.

The silence stretched on for a full minute. All eyes were on Wolfgang. He looked at the rough stones in front of his feet for a minute more, not moving a muscle.

“You are right, honoured masters…my soul is torn. I feel the pull of Azyr, filling my mind with knowledge, and the thirst for it… but what good is knowledge whiteout action? Aqshy fills me with righteous anger and hate… I hate… All of them. Heretics, daemons, mutants, corruption…all of it. The more I gather knowledge about the Empire’s opponents, the more I want to let the fire flow and burn it all! Azyr is showing me things, it always has and always will… the future… the past… now… but what good is knowledge if I cannot do a thing about it? Tell me, masters.”

Raising his head, Wolfgang saw only Lady Irridan standing a few feet before him.
“You have chosen young man… and not the easiest way if I might say so… But come, take the first key and let’s kindle the flame.”

Five and a half months later, in front of the Great Cathedral of Our Lord Sigmar, a still young but now more tempered wizard, dressed in tones of red and wearing a set of 3 brass keys at his belt, is pacing back and forth. People go out of their way to avoid him… knowing what he is now. A kid beggar, more brave and foolish than the other, approach him and asks for a penny, his voice shaky behind the bravado. Taking in the hard face of the mage…white skin, eyepatch, bright red goatee…the kid’s eyes keep going back and forth between the shining piece of silver in his hand and the smile in this rough face. “Go with Sigmar little one… now hush, I am waiting for old friends to come.”

Wolfgang Breimer

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