Grubak the Strange. That’s how I try to introduce myself to people. It’s nicer than Grubanikus Merriweather, Son of Archibald and Zulliberrian Merriweather, Head Wizards of Charm Magic and Illusion Magic (respectively) at the Arcane Academy in Sayre. My parent’s notoriety does not lend itself to discrete business work. Being an unlicensed mage who was rejected from the academy also doesn’t help my freelancing. So I just go with Grubak and I am thoroughly strange, so the moniker works.
Unlike my prestigious parentage and their subtle magic usage, my magics have always fared more closely to war wizardry particularly in the application of fire magic. My pyromancy skill is definitely more than parlor tricks and I pride myself in it. I’ve made a good living out of my mercenary fire magics and I try to live outside the shadow of my famous parentage.
I do miss my favorite instructor from the academy. The custodian of the academy always had a special place in my heart. He managed the incinerator where all the experimental magics and potions were disposed of and since I spent so much time in provisional study (i.e. detention), we became quite close. His simple skill was not delicate in any way, he was a blunt instrument and I was drawn to the explosive nature of the power he wielded.