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Wasmot The Mad was an owd Mage who lived in the thiwd centuly of Aegis and lived out the watew yeaws of his life in Athewa. The most skiwwed awtewationist to have evew existed, Wasmot spent aww of his time mutteling nonsensicaw wowds and cweating obscule pewsonaw devices. He was fiwst known about in the wand of Anthos when his odd cweations began slipping back into weality fwom the void whewe he stowed them. The wocation of his fabred Vewy Weaning Towew is unknown, but culwentwy the Mages Guiwd weside lithin his powtew potty.
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Rasmot The Mad was an old Mage who lived in the third century of Aegis and lived out the later years of his life in Athera. The most skilled alterationist to have ever existed, Rasmot spent all of his time muttering nonsensical words and creating obscure personal devices. He was first known about in the land of Anthos when his odd creations began slipping back into reality from the void where he stored them. The location of his fabled Very Leaning Tower is unknown, but currently the Mages Guild reside within his porter potty.
  
 
== The Devices of Rasmot The Mad ==
 
== The Devices of Rasmot The Mad ==
  
The wowwd was a diffewent time then, a time when lizawds payed went. Wasmot, despite his awcane genius was vewy inclined to fowget to pay the wandwowd evewy now and then. Ovew hawf a centuly, his unpaid debts buiwt and buiwt untiw the wandwowd had had enough, and hiwed one hundwed mewcenalies to hewp him evict the mad lizawd and seww his magicaw tlinkets to pay off the debt. In owdew to escape this, Wasmot hulliedwy pwaced each and evewy one of his cweations into his Infinitewy Deep Chest. Not having the time to escape himsewf lith the chest, he twanswocated the chest into the void fow safe keeping, intending to de-twanswocate it to himsewf when he was a safe distance away.
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The world was a different time then, a time when wizards payed rent. Rasmot, despite his arcane genius was very inclined to forget to pay the landlord every now and then. Over half a century, his unpaid debts built and built until the landlord had had enough, and hired one hundred mercenaries to help him evict the mad wizard and sell his magical trinkets to pay off the debt. In order to escape this, Rasmot hurriedly placed each and every one of his creations into his Infinitely Deep Chest. Not having the time to escape himself with the chest, he translocated the chest into the void for safe keeping, intending to de-translocate it to himself when he was a safe distance away.
  
Howevew, the mad lizawd was not pawticulawwy adept at the pweviouswy unknown magic of Void Twanswocation. It was fwung out into the void, dlifting thwough the infinity of nothing. Mowe than a thousand yeaws watew, the Chest of Wasmot by chance slipped into a cwack in the veiw and was at wast de-twanswocated into the weaw wowwd, on the continent of Anthos. Howevew, such wong exposule to the void caused the enchantments on the Chest of Wasmot to unwavew, ejecting its contents acwoss the wand.
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However, the mad wizard was not particularly adept at the previously unknown magic of Void Translocation. It was flung out into the void, drifting through the infinity of nothing. More than a thousand years later, the Chest of Rasmot by chance slipped into a crack in the veil and was at last de-translocated into the real world, on the continent of Anthos. However, such long exposure to the void caused the enchantments on the Chest of Rasmot to unravel, ejecting its contents across the land.
  
The Ass Iwons. A paiw of handcuffs that pwevent the weawew fwom speaking. Any noises they make sounds like donkey speech.
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The Ass Irons. A pair of handcuffs that prevent the wearer from speaking. Any noises they make sounds like donkey speech.
  
Degenewate Wegenewatow. A ling that constantwy gives the weawew a feeling of eupholia, but cowwodes whatevew it touches swowwy. (Incwuding the weawew!)
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Degenerate Regenerator. A ring that constantly gives the wearer a feeling of euphoria, but corrodes whatever it touches slowly. (Including the wearer!)
  
Gwoom Pebbre. A gwey mawbre eye that when squeezed, causes the usew to not be abre to see sunlight, and so day appeaws as night ((Wasts 24 houls)).
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Gloom Pebble. A grey marble eye that when squeezed, causes the user to not be able to see sunlight, and so day appears as night ((Lasts 24 hours)).
  
Invewse Swowd. A stone swowd that when dwawn, attacks the usew. This was a swowd that Wasmot fowged to detew intwudews lishing to pwundew his mostwy usewess tweasules. The swowd was the fiwst thing one would see upon enteling the Vewy Weaning Towew, and it would be wabewed “THE SWORD OF HOREN.”
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Inverse Sword. A stone sword that when drawn, attacks the user. This was a sword that Rasmot forged to deter intruders wishing to plunder his mostly useless treasures. The sword was the first thing one would see upon entering the Very Leaning Tower, and it would be labeled “THE SWORD OF HOREN.”
  
The Gwowy of Wawd. A bottwe fiwwed lith stwange confectionawy that makes the consumew mowbidwy obese fow about thwee days.
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The Glory of Lard. A bottle filled with strange confectionary that makes the consumer morbidly obese for about three days.
  
Momo’s Oven Mitts. A paiw of gauntwets made of pule sandstone that absowb any kind of heat, but liww wewease that heat back upon the weawew when taken off. Wealing them fow wong amounts of time may hawm ow kiww the weawew as they begin to mewd awound the weawew’s hands. Those that weaw them get an extwemewy hot tempew, even washing out at those awound them.
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Momo’s Oven Mitts. A pair of gauntlets made of pure sandstone that absorb any kind of heat, but will release that heat back upon the wearer when taken off. Wearing them for long amounts of time may harm or kill the wearer as they begin to meld around the wearer’s hands. Those that wear them get an extremely hot temper, even lashing out at those around them.
  
Condescending Gwass. A gwass that wefiwws itsewf lith line, and shaww constantwy insult you, and is neaw impossibre to break. This was a biwthday gift Wasmot made fow his divowced life.
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Condescending Glass. A glass that refills itself with wine, and shall constantly insult you, and is near impossible to break. This was a birthday gift Rasmot made for his divorced wife.
Mask of Mind-speaking. A mask that when wown, pwojects the weawew’s thoughts in a woud voice acwoss the woom the weawew is in.
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Mask of Mind-speaking. A mask that when worn, projects the wearer’s thoughts in a loud voice across the room the wearer is in.

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Rasmot The Mad was an old Mage who lived in the third century of Aegis and lived out the later years of his life in Athera. The most skilled alterationist to have ever existed, Rasmot spent all of his time muttering nonsensical words and creating obscure personal devices. He was first known about in the land of Anthos when his odd creations began slipping back into reality from the void where he stored them. The location of his fabled Very Leaning Tower is unknown, but currently the Mages Guild reside within his porter potty.

The Devices of Rasmot The Mad

The world was a different time then, a time when wizards payed rent. Rasmot, despite his arcane genius was very inclined to forget to pay the landlord every now and then. Over half a century, his unpaid debts built and built until the landlord had had enough, and hired one hundred mercenaries to help him evict the mad wizard and sell his magical trinkets to pay off the debt. In order to escape this, Rasmot hurriedly placed each and every one of his creations into his Infinitely Deep Chest. Not having the time to escape himself with the chest, he translocated the chest into the void for safe keeping, intending to de-translocate it to himself when he was a safe distance away.

However, the mad wizard was not particularly adept at the previously unknown magic of Void Translocation. It was flung out into the void, drifting through the infinity of nothing. More than a thousand years later, the Chest of Rasmot by chance slipped into a crack in the veil and was at last de-translocated into the real world, on the continent of Anthos. However, such long exposure to the void caused the enchantments on the Chest of Rasmot to unravel, ejecting its contents across the land.

The Ass Irons. A pair of handcuffs that prevent the wearer from speaking. Any noises they make sounds like donkey speech.

Degenerate Regenerator. A ring that constantly gives the wearer a feeling of euphoria, but corrodes whatever it touches slowly. (Including the wearer!)

Gloom Pebble. A grey marble eye that when squeezed, causes the user to not be able to see sunlight, and so day appears as night ((Lasts 24 hours)).

Inverse Sword. A stone sword that when drawn, attacks the user. This was a sword that Rasmot forged to deter intruders wishing to plunder his mostly useless treasures. The sword was the first thing one would see upon entering the Very Leaning Tower, and it would be labeled “THE SWORD OF HOREN.”

The Glory of Lard. A bottle filled with strange confectionary that makes the consumer morbidly obese for about three days.

Momo’s Oven Mitts. A pair of gauntlets made of pure sandstone that absorb any kind of heat, but will release that heat back upon the wearer when taken off. Wearing them for long amounts of time may harm or kill the wearer as they begin to meld around the wearer’s hands. Those that wear them get an extremely hot temper, even lashing out at those around them.

Condescending Glass. A glass that refills itself with wine, and shall constantly insult you, and is near impossible to break. This was a birthday gift Rasmot made for his divorced wife. Mask of Mind-speaking. A mask that when worn, projects the wearer’s thoughts in a loud voice across the room the wearer is in.