Technowizologist

As the Chaos Legionnaires' charge brought them within melee range, the Lyverian Rangers dropped their bows and drew their swords. The two forces slammed together, steel ringing on steel. Cries of rage and pain mingled together.

Hidden within a nearby thicket, the technowizologist narrowed his eyes. On his shoulder, his mana blaster whirred to life, pivoted, took aim, and began to glow.

The Riftwatcher beside him jerked in surprise. “You can't shoot,” he whispered hoarsely. “You'll hit the Lyverians.”

“But I'll hit the Chaos Legion, too,” the technowizologist said.

Fire burst from his blaster and slammed into the fighters. The Legionnaires screamed as their flesh began to boil. So did the Rangers.

“Burn, you bastards,” the technowizologist said, the words a snarl. “Burn.” Before he joined the Riftwatchers, Lakit Pekmip was the headmaster of a wizarding academy on his home world. He was revered for not only his power as a mage, but for his patience and kindness as well. He was often sought for his wisdom and counsel. It was said that there was no problem he could not solve and no subject in which he was not an expert. Yet he remained humble and devoted his life to serving others.

He had a wife and five children: three girls and two boys, all of whom showed a natural aptitude for magic. His family, his students, and his community meant everything to him. They were his entire world.

Then the Chaos Legion came.

The Riftwatchers found Lakit in the ruins of the academy. The Legion's attack had come without warning, so suddenly that Lakit had no time to do anything but raise a protective shield around himself. No time to save his students. No time to save his family. No time to save anyone but himself.

He was broken and alone; the sole survivor.

Lakit joined the Riftwatchers seeking not a new beginning or a second chance at life, but vengeance. He vowed to destroy those who had taken everything from him, and damn the consequences.

In the years that followed, he devoted every waking hour to studying the ways of technomancy. He created a unique blend of spells and technology that harnessed mana in pursuit of his vengeance.

And so Lakit Pekmip became the technowizologist.

Now, there are those within the Riftwatchers who pray the gods have mercy on those who stand in the way of his wrath... because they know the technowizologist will not.