Well, once upon a time, there was an age of magic. Pure, unadulterated, common magic; if the gods favored you, if an elder mage regarded you favorably, if the forces of the world decreed it so- then, you too could become one in due course with little hullabaloo. Some were kind, some were cruel, some were wise, some were missing that little something between their ears. Some went utterly beyond the preordained thresholds of morality, and so we come to the tales of Basil and Turik.
Little is known of Basil and the life he held before his public one, but plenty is of his public and later life. Perhaps a demon, perhaps a demigod, perhaps trained by the most powerful of his time; perhaps just lucky, or those are him decidedly unlucky. Basil was a pyromgagus of the highest caliber, overspecialized but potent in his own domain. He was also unequivocally insane. A man of passions, after he left his first wife he came to have relations with a Nakat. A supposedly devout worshiper of Sallana, he frequented taverns and inns, burning alive anyone who challenged him. A man with a fatherly demeanor, for sure; he had three apprentices, only one of which survived. Turik.
Even less is known of Turik, despite being marginally more approachable than his mentor. He is the only one who has survived Basil's teachings, at least so far as it is known, for frequently Basil would find one excuse or the other to brain his other apprentices to death. Turik, though supposedly, came out of the education with only a misguided loyalty and crueler regard for life as a whole. Already talented with the sword, now he was talented with the flame. For awhile, he just roamed alongside his mentor, and it can be said this is the most public time of his life. Soon after the death of his mentor, though already he would disappear for infrequent periods before, he disappeared. Not a trace. A ghost, who only sometimes took to materializing.
Basil's death occurred a few months before his most legendary event, his participation in the Broken Moon. A day like any other, except suddenly Basil- in the robes he wore during the height of his antisocial campaigns- appeared in the center of the town square of Port Silver. Nigh unstoppable in force, with no clear sign of why for those attending, his Nakat lover joined in with him in their pursuit of one final carnage before he disappeared for the last time.
Turik's most-known appearance in the eye of this generation happened to be the Corruption campaigns. Their fiercest front-line fighter, he would frequently decimate any number of enemies, and for many his ghostly countenance forever burned into the mind's eye. As the campaign against the forces of Grief began to die down, however, Turik came to the side of the Noncorrupts. Possessing startling self-awareness that the other side seemed not to, Turik met with Naelwyn, and they left for somewhere private to decorrupt the man. Turik, like his mentor, has not been seen since his last hoorah.
