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= Enchanter Zorko of the Marsh =
When I first opened my eyes, I couldn’t remember much. Not my name, nor where I came from. But I had an inner fire raging about Magic.

The small village next to the lake was alive with excitement. People were running around in celebration that another Dream Master had awoken. They found me in the woods laying against a tree. They said that a bright red Phoenix was perched on a branch just above me. And when they came closer to check on me, this beautiful bird flew off. In its wake, one of its feathers floated down and landed on my lap.

Some time has passed since then, and I have grown to love this new world I find myself in.

Everywhere I go, the common people are amazed by my whimsical magic. Making a coin appear behind one’s ear, pulling an apple from what looked like an empty bag, you’d think from the reaction that I had solved world hunger. The crowds ignite in awe and wonder as they gather around to watch.

My favorite trick is what the feather can do. It burns bright, but it does not char what it touches. It’s completely harmless! The little children lose themselves in its warm embrace and cry for more after my little dance is over.

When my tricks are done and I’m ready to go, I like to play one last game, Tag. I get a little bit of a head start, and the first one to touch my cape wins! The only thing is, I haven’t been caught yet!

You see, not only can I make an object appear, but my illusion projection is second to none! If I find myself at the end of an alley, a barrel or wagon becomes my cover! Stuck in front of a locked door? Nothing some simple lock-picking magic can’t fix. What about blocking off an entire pathway with a new wall? You’d never know where the real one started or ended!

And it doesn’t stop there! Sometimes I need a little extra help in vocal projection too. Some shuffling in the rafters, or frantic footsteps further along down the path… It’s all in good fun, but I’d never let the children know. As far as they can tell I really do just disappear, only to re-emerge later and do it all over.

While the World has forgotten the runes in its deep slumber, this Dream Master is here to wake it up!{{WizardInfobox|1889}}