Approximately 800 years ago in a small village called Laguna located on the shores of Deepwater, Muju Millanupu was born. Muju was not a large or overly healthy child, but what he lacked in physical stature was supplemented by a nimble mind. Muju excelled with spatial relationships and was able to solve visual puzzles and mazes with surprising ease. He was very inquisitive and developed a high ability in mathematics and riddles.
Being weaker in his youth, Muju became a prime target for other children making jests at his expense and bullying him. For many years Muju endured being the jest of both verbal and physical pranks. The worst of it came from a bully named Maliki, who spared no expense to belittle Muju.
On his 15th birthday he used some of the coins given to him by his parents to buy a book from a passing peddler. At first the book did not seem to have any meaning and it was a great mystery. After studying the book for 2 years, patterns started to take shape in his mind. Muju felt an odd sensation as he finally remembered words and gestures and was astounded that he created light. At that point he realized that he had bought a book of the arcane.
Muju continued to study the teachings in the book and found that his understanding was also growing. During the summer of his 18th year he was courting a young lady when from nearby village. While she was visiting with her parents, Muju would spend long walks with her. During one of these walks Maliki confronted Muju and pushed him to the ground, while ridiculing his weakness. Enraged Muju called upon the knowledge he gained in the book and unleashed several magical missles that burned Maliki badly. The girl terrified ran from the scene for help. Muju was surprised when a mob arrived ready to lynch him. Muju fled into the nearby woods and hid until dark. During the night he used the knowledge of the book to render himself unseen and snuck back to town to find the mob had already killed his father and mother for the demon offspring they had raised. He packed what few belongings he had and left Laguna for good.
He wandered for several years and once even found someone who had some skill in the arcane. After exchanging knowledge, Muju found that he had enhanced his skill even further.
During his 25th year while wandering the plains, Muju spotted what appeared to be several campfires. Fearing orcs he approached cautiously. What he discovered was a nomadic tribe of humans who were appeared almost as savage as the orcs. Fearing revealing himself, Muju used his magic to remain hidden. He wandered through the small city of tents watching the inhabitants intently. It was not long before he discovered the tents belonging to the chief. The chief and several important figures were seated outside, including the tribes shaman. Listening to the conversation he quickly learned the names of those sitting around the fire.
With a smirk Muju decided to have some sport and cast a spell that allowed him to project his voice. As the Shaman was beginning to speak he was interrupted.
“Hey tell this windbag to shut the hell up” a voice said.
The Chief and those around him jumped up and the chief asked, “Who in da hell be sayin dat? Come out!”
“I dare say that, I am here at your side” The voice appearing to come from his battle ax said.
The Chief looked somewhat startled and held the ax before him.
“What the hell are you looking at?” the ax asked.
“What the hell be going on here?” replied the chief.
It was all Muju could do not to giggle and give himself away. “I am the god Muju and I reside in your ax. I grant you the ability to be a great warrior and help you slay your enemies and I take offense to this pretender pointing you to false gods.” The ax replied.
The shaman appeared livid and raised his voice. “DEMON I SAY!!! DA AX BE A DEMON!!”
The ax replied, “I am the god Muju, and you speak sacrilege, speak again and I will put you to sleep.”
The shamans eyes seemed to bug out of his head, which caused Muju much entertainment.
“False god,” the shaman began to sputter, but before he could finish, Muju cast a spell and put him in a deep sleep. One of the warriors around the fire caught him before he hit the ground.
The Chief look solemn, “Muju ye say yer name be, eh?”
“Yes that is may name,” replied the ax possessed by the warrior to the Chiefs right. This seemed to startle not only the Chief, but the warrior as well.
“I thought ye say ye live in me weapon? What ye doin talking from his ax?” asked the Chief.
“I am all encompassing. Mmm, perhaps that is too large a word, let me simplify--that means I am everywhere,” Another weapon said.
“I reside in any weapon possessed by your men.” The voice changed back to the Chief’s ax, “I reside in this weapon, but if you pick up another, then I am in that one.”
“What da hell ye want from us?” the Chief asked.
“I have needs,” the ax answered, “I like blood and guts. You sacrifice the blood or the guts of an animal and I will continue to guide your weapons and make you strong.”
The Chief thought about this and asked, “We give ya guts and blood an ye help us slay our enemies?”
“That is indeed the agreement,” answered the Chief’s ax.
The Chief nodded and said, “We accept yer offer, what we do wit dis guy?” and pointed to the unconscious shaman.
“Teach him to follow my ways or dispose of him,” replied the god Muju. “Know this, now that we have this agreement, I will speak no further.”
Muju then continued, “Even though I will be silent, I will hear the prayer of any member of this tribe as long as they speak to me through a weapon they hold.” Each of those around the fire held out their weapons and muttered a blessing of one form or another to the all powerful Muju.
Muju the mortal crept out of the camp and continued his journeys. He eventually met his end several years later having never ascended. His legacy continues to this day as descendants of the White Plains Tribe continue to worship and ask the god Muju to guide their weapons and make them strong.