Glumlish Zanner by buttass199

Born in a hut in the ground, Glumlish was brought up by his own flesh and blood. The Keenfolk. Like many Folk, many aspired to tinker with their creations, Rifles, rockets, and engravings all installed to make the most fanciest tool the village has ever seen, many grew up to become a tinker because of this. But Glumlish is different, as he grew he took notes on the weapons' flaws despite how much it had been tinkered, explosives are heavy and expensive, sights were often useless at close range, grips of their weapons caused chafing of the skin and engravings gave no advantage, all of this at the age of twenty, Glumlish was a bitter child insisting that their creations are nothing, that they have more flaws than the Arcane. Why rely on limited resource, and instead, rely on a infinite source? A question often asked but left unanswered. As was to be expected, repeated pandering to magic that he read in books and disapproving, and insulting those who use technology.

The Folk came to a agreement, Glumlish was no longer welcome.

He, once again took note of his outcast actions, vowing to find another reliable source of ranged combat. And thus, he had found the Arcane, often travelling for new information about Arcanes' power, he often found himself in colleges of magic, trumping most of the students with his dedication to subjects applied there, getting money off the streets for basic magical tricks, for more information of the Arcane magics that he wishes to learn. After all, information is power.