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The Blade Mage
The sword chooses its wielder.
I never asked to be Blade Mage. My fellow wizards weren’t exactly thrilled about my selection, either. Unfortunately, those weird old druids have a strict no returns policy.
So I left, and for the past few years, I’ve managed to hide from my responsibilities and former life. But I always knew one day the Cabal would come looking for its precious sword.
And so they have, but only because a heinous crime has occurred…
A wizard of the Cabal has used forbidden magic to slay a fellow wizard. It’s an open and shut case. The killer admitted it. He also stands accused of kidnapping a child, who is still missing, but they say that isn’t my problem. No, as Blade Mage, the Cabal only expects one thing of me: they expect me to play the role of Executioner.
The accused is my best friend.
And before I chop his head off, or decide to just walk away, I want to know the truth. But the path to the truth is filled with shifty wizards, fearsome witches, insidious demons, and supernatural conspirators at every turn.
It ain’t easy being the Blade Mage.
Of Song and Shadow
So, there I was…
Just minding my own business and having a drink at a local watering hole, when this strange woman approaches me, begging for help.
I’ve never seen this woman in my life. I have no idea who she is.
If she’s to be believed, she doesn’t know who she is, either. Nor does she know where she came from, or exactly why it is she needs my help.
She sure as heck knows who I am, though. She knows that I’m the Blade Mage.
It only gets weirder.
Before I can figure out what to do, the shadows come to life and attack. It isn’t me they want, but this strange woman.
My every instinct screams that I should run away. But…I am the Blade Mage.
I’ve no choice but to help, but there are powers after this woman that I am helpless to stand against.
It doesn’t look like I’ll be the Blade Mage for long.
The Memphis Knights
You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson. When the Cabal shows up at my doorstep, it always leads to trouble.
This time they want me to go to Memphis. Apparently, the Cabal has a partnership with a secret Order called the Memphis Knights. They look like a motorcycle club, but they’re actually Templars, and Memphis is their city.
Their leader has been murdered, and magic was involved.
But they don’t want mages running rampant in their town. And the victim’s son is only willing to trust one member of the Ozark Mountain Cabal. The one who was chosen by a magical sword.
And that, of course, would be me.
My job is to go in, make a good a show for the Cabal, and avoid getting into trouble while this whole thing blows over.
Surely I can manage that, right?
No, of course not.
The deeds are too dark to ignore. The loss too familiar. The enemies too vile.
I’m the Blade Mage, and I don’t care whether I’m up against an army of demons and dark wizards, or if most the Knights want me out of their town, I’m going to help them get vengeance, even if it costs me everything.
Rebels & Outlaws
Things haven’t gone well in Memphis.
The dark wizards and their pet demons are still out there, and now, the Memphis Knights believe their own Road Captain, Uriah, has betrayed them and conspired with the witch, Eilidh, and yours truly to destroy their Order.
We’re on the run, and if we want to survive, we’ve got to figure who’s really behind this madness and reveal their treachery before it’s too late.
There’re enemies at every turn, and the same Order we’re trying to save is the same Order that wants us dead.
Our allies are few and our enemies are great, but we aren’t dead yet, and the game isn’t over.
Swords & Dust
Things have only gotten worse.
The Memphis Knights are still hunting us, and my own Cabal has labeled me a ‘dark’ wizard.
Imagine that. Me, the Blade Mage, turned wicked. I mean…I get it, but, c’mon!
Oh, and the actual dark wizards with their demon horde and new biker buddies are also still after us.
And now, I don’t even know if I can trust the witch, Eilidh. On top of that, if we don’t figure this thing out quick, I’m pretty sure Uriah is going to do something really stupid.
There’s no time left to figure this out, but if we don’t, a whole lot of good people are going to die. My friends will be among them, as will the rest of the Memphis Knights.
This is it.
This is the end game.
All or nothing.
Featuring the Blade Mage prequel stories…
The Generic Mage
My name is Wyatt Draven, and I’m the Generic Mage. No, I wasn’t made by some wizard off-brand. That’s just what my team calls me since my jerk of a boss won’t assign me a specialist role.
Still, I’m on one of the Cabal’s special strike teams and do my part to protect people from the things that go bump in the night.
But now the Blade Mage has called in all available wizards for a special assignment.
The Blade Mage of the Ozark Mountain Cabal, who happens to be my dear old dad, has dedicated his life to hunting down every dark wizard, nasty beast, and evil prick who dared play their wicked games in the Ozarks. He’s hunted down all of them, save one – a particularly nasty Clown Goblin named Crag.
But now my old man has figured out where the murderous goblin is hiding, and we’re going after him.
Problem is…he’s hiding in plain sight, in a crowded public place, where no one would think twice if they saw him. I have to hunt for a goblin, keep my best friend out of trouble, figure out why my girlfriend is giving me the cold shoulder, try not to incur the wrath of my boss, and not get my head cut off in the process.
It ain’t easy being the generic mage.
The Last Great Blade Mage
The Blade Mage has… I mean to say, my father has…
Well, I have to go back to the Castle, the main base of the Ozark Mountain Cabal.
There’s a funeral to attend.
And Drynwyn, that ancient blade, must choose a new Blade Mage. But I don’t really care about that.
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