Mittsho was born to a simple family on the icy island of Forjorn. He was the second born of twins, though far smaller than his brother; declared a runt and given up to a follower of Eiif, the Divine of Snow, to be raised. At the foot of the elderly priest, Mittsho became a disciple of Eiif and learned the craft of Alchemy. He learned the roots that healed and the petals that poisoned, showing great talent for the craft even as a child. In time he outgrew his mentor's knowledge, experimenting with new and strange concoctions, and he grew into a slight man, always the runt his parents declared him, though his mind was vast. His life changed the way alchemy is practiced in Macalgra, though his end was sudden and mysterious.
Yeof & Mittsho meetWhen his mentor passed, Mittsho inherited his role as priest of Eiif and island healer; though had only just become a man. It was then that the true legacy of his life would be shaped. One evening a young man stumbled to the door of Mittsho's home, and the young priest took the shivering man in. He gave him his own bed, and lit a fire to warm him, coaxing him to drink the potions he brewed for him. For days he cared for the man who laid in a feverish coma, wavering on the edge of consciousness. As the days passed, Mittsho despaired of ever healing the man; friends implored Mittsho to simply let him die, but he refused. Mittsho tried every potion and herb he could find on Forjorn, until he concocted a potion unlike any before. Made of the powder of Whistleleaf, the Feverbreaker potion would save many in the years to come, but for this one man it was much simpler. The potion broke his fever and a day later the man awoke from his coma. Confused, but no longer on the thin edge of life and death, he remembered none of how he had come to the healer's door. He rested and recuperated in Mittsho's home, and not knowing where he had come from or what he was called, the man took the name Yeof. Yeof stayed with Mittsho for many months, having no home of his own, and in time began to train in the trade of Snow Fishing under an old captain.The two men grew close in time, and as the months passed and summer and winter came around twice, the old village seeress presided as they swore their love for each other in the Athofbin.
Golden YearsIn the time they spent together, inspiration filled Mittsho and he created many potions. Among the recipes he wrote down in those years were the antidote for Wefen's Vapour and the Sykari potion. These and many other potions form the Runa Kina, today considered one of the most important alchemical writings in history. Mittsho wrote the pieces that would later be compiled into the Runa Kina over five years, as lessons to teach his apprentice. In time a young orphan girl whose mother had died in childbirth and her father at sea was given to them. She was called Avea, 'gold touched' for her beautiful hair. Mittsho and Yeof raised her as their own, and when she was 14 she became Mittsho's apprentice. As an adult she would compile her father's work into the Runa Kina's complete form. It was when Avea had just turned 18, on the night after her birthday, that a chill wind swept through their village, extinguishing the torches in the square. A great ruckus arose as a horseman on a silver steed appeared out of the mist that swirled in from sea. The villagers locked their doors as he passed, but he ignored every home until he reached the little garden Yeof had planted and rode down the dirt path to their door.
The sound of hooves on the path interrupted our supper that night. I told father not to go to the door but he insisted, rising from the table with the smoked fish caught by Papa. He pulled an old dagger of obsidian from its place on the wall, an heirloom of his mentor, and he called through the door to ask who came knocking. The man on the horse didn't answer, and the fire in the hearth grew still as the knock came again. Nothing but smoke rising from the extinguished coals.Mittsho were not seen for a month after that strange night. A month later, Mittsho was found frozen and bleeding at the edge of the village square. He spoke deliriously, and some of those words were recorded by the seeress of the village and later included in A History of Forjorn.
Papa covered my mouth so I wouldn't cry out and clutching a knife from the kitchen, he whispered that I must hide. He closed the door to the bedroom and I climbed under the bed, shivering in the cold that seeped through the floorboards. I heard a chair scrap, and knew he was barricading the door.
I couldn't see anything more but I heard my fathers whisper to each other. I heard the shuddering of the house, and the ice crackling on the window as it frosted over. I pulled my cloak close when I heard the hinges of the front door creak. The noise of hooves clicked across the floorboards, though I knew that a horse could've never walked through the doorframe naturally. A great cold filled the air, making my hair frost and the wood shrivel.
I laid there for I don't know how long after the noises faded. When I finally crawled from under the bed, I climbed out a window and came around to the front door. I peered in fearfully, but saw only the meal we had shared now preserved in ice. My fathers were gone.
Mittsho was not the man I'd known when I was called to his bedside. He was the healer, and I was just a prophetess, but I prayed for him to every Divine I remembered the prayers of. I know not what strange calamity had befallen him but his body was burned black with cold in places, the fingers of his right hand shriveled and curled into a claw with pain. Avea was there but she did not have her father's skill with potions yet, and all she could do was dribble Water of Leokia into his mouth when he could swallow.Mittsho passed away two days after he was found in the village square. Yeof's body was never found, and their deaths were never explained.
Mittsho muttered many things, some of them in other languages, while he lay half alive and half dead. He called out Eiif's name many times, proclaiming his love and I wondered if his poor mind had confused Yeof and Eiif in his state. I remember, he cried as he mumbled "the snowflakes are so beautiful, can I hold one?" over and over.
LegacyMittsho's legacy lived on in the writings his daughter Avea compiled. The Runa Kina was fundamental in spreading alchemical knowledge, and when it was translated to Lin in 1852, it helped to change the understanding of alchemy. Mittsho's recipes are praised to this day for their simplicity and elegance, and are used as a teaching example to prove that anything may be an unlikely alchemical ingredient. The practical effects of his potions were even wider; the untraceable Wefen's Vapour, popular as a poison and incurable, was rendered nearly pointless with Mittsho's cure - the ashes of a feather of a duck crushed and inhaled. His cure for Tel Flush Fever saved many lives after Suran alchemists learned of it, and his waterbreathing potion led to the foundation of the sea cities of Vatni. Some contend the soul of Mittsho is said to have ascended as a companion of his god Eiif in the afterlife, and he is venerated as a Familiar. Some mages claim to have had encounters with the entity calling itself Mittsho, but none have determined if they are one and the same being.
- Divine Classification
- 1214 - 1254 (Died 40 years old)
- Saaru, Forjorn
- Biological Sex
- Half Souled
- Gender Identity
- Cut short, curly and brown