Gauge Mallery was the Tower's answer to everything. Underworld uprisings from another world, political crises, the occasional war that needed ending. Typical Archmage duties. He was very good at the job and very tired of doing it.
When the Grand Magus engineered his exile, a golden parachute meant to push him out, a deed to forty acres of dead farmland meant as an insult, Gauge didn't fight it. He took the deal, packed his rabbit, and left.
Now his biggest concerns are how runny he likes his eggs and if he can sweet talk the local mercantile into picking up scones by the dozen.
Sure, the farm's a wreck. Forty acres of hard soil and rotted timber. But Gauge didn't leave the Tower to work hard, he's about that easy living. Good thing he's got a deep mana pool and absolutely zero interest in doing things the hard way.
The rabbit isn't taking it as well. But Gauge has never been happier.
Genre: GameLit
When the Grand Magus engineered his exile, a golden parachute meant to push him out, a deed to forty acres of dead farmland meant as an insult, Gauge didn't fight it. He took the deal, packed his rabbit, and left.
Now his biggest concerns are how runny he likes his eggs and if he can sweet talk the local mercantile into picking up scones by the dozen.
Sure, the farm's a wreck. Forty acres of hard soil and rotted timber. But Gauge didn't leave the Tower to work hard, he's about that easy living. Good thing he's got a deep mana pool and absolutely zero interest in doing things the hard way.
The rabbit isn't taking it as well. But Gauge has never been happier.
Genre: GameLit