I was in my early seventies when my family heirloom caused the kingdom great troubles. The only thing I had ever learned about the amulet was that it had belonged by my grandfather, a little-known wizard who had traveled to the southern desert empire of Jilal. My studies indicated that he had stolen the amulet from a very powerful wizard, slaying the man during the robbery.
My arcane studies revealed that the amulet had a remarkable ability: it could cause magic to unravel itself. This wonderful artifact would have been extremely powerful, but I couldn't get it to reliably dispel magic—it only worked intermittently.
I was reading in my tower the day it happened. Prince Kyle, a rambunctious 5-year old, was playing at my feet while King Eric and Queen Yasmine held court. I didn't mind watching the prince since it allowed me to build a relationship with the heir to the throne.
Suddenly, my amulet began to glow with a light I'd never seen before. I scrambled to my feet and studied the situation with my arcane sight. Somehow, the amulet had activated itself and was nullifying the magic in the room. Without warning, I found myself falling and falling.…
I awoke with the sun beating down on my face and a large gap-toothed man hovering over me. From my prone position, I couldn't see any buildings nearby, just the man standing over me with a few other men standing around a wagon nearby. He was going through my pockets and had already taken away most of my personal belongings.