Bert the pyromaniac Wizzard

Bert’s first memories are dark, gloomie streets. It’s cold and wet.

A big fire, confusion, but warm.

The whole town burnt down.

Where is mother?

Sold to a stranger.

Hard work, never good enough.

Tied me next to his bed every night.

I can move flames.

One night i burnt the rope, the bed, the house, the master.

Finally free.


Sold to a red Wizzard.

Learning a lot but not trusting him.

Better I play a bit dull.

Finally strong enough to be free again. Burn master, burn.

On the run.

Onto the next ship going south.