
Synopsis
Traebus Hellmut—genius, outlaw, and self-proclaimed Arch-Artificer of Magitechnology (a title he gave himself, because if you don’t hype yourself up, who will?)—was on the verge of a discovery so groundbreaking, so revolutionary, that it would shake the very foundations of reality itself.
Portal travel.
Yes, the dream of stepping through one door and appearing in another place entirely, violating the laws of physics, common sense, and at least seven different regulations set forth by the esteemed (and incredibly uptight) Mana Enforcement Agency. Unfortunately, bureaucratic killjoys don’t appreciate visionary genius when they see it. Before Traebus could properly test his magnificent creation, a herd of half-witted city guards stormed his lab, waving swords, shouting about “illegal experiments,” and, worst of all—touching things they absolutely should not be touching.
Predictably, everything went spectacularly wrong.
One unstable mana surge, three catastrophic explosions, and a brief yet thrilling brush with what may or may not have been an eldritch horror later, Traebus found himself… elsewhere.
Now stranded in a world where the wildlife consists of gargantuan, flesh-ripping lizards, the locals (if you could call them that) communicate primarily through grunts, clubbings, and crudely drawn anatomical doodles on his walls, and the ambient magic is so unstable that casting a simple light spell might just detonate half a jungle—Traebus is having a very bad time.
Oh, and let’s not forget the very angry velociraptor with an excellent reason for wanting to rip his face off. That’s an important detail.
But never fear! Traebus Hellmut is nothing if not resourceful. Whether through his razor-sharp intellect, his impressive (if slightly unhinged) magical talents, or sheer, dumb luck, he’s determined to survive, thrive, and definitely not get eaten alive.
Join Traebus as he makes friends (rarely), enemies (frequently), and spectacularly poor decisions (constantly) in his quest to figure out just where in the nine flaming hells he’s ended up—and, more importantly, how he’s going to turn it into his next grand success!
Because, hey—what’s the worst that could happen?
(Answer: Everything. Everything could happen. And probably will.)