When Daniel Dean first came to Rhy'Din, he was overwhelmed with wonder. A human from late twentieth century Earth, the magic and mixed timelines of Rhy'Din delighted him to no end.
Having been a motivational speaker on Earth, he did not have any skills that would be particularly useful in his new home, but he quickly learned that he had a knack with horses, and worked his way from being a stable hand to driving a hansom. He found that, so long as he was careful, he was able to live in relative comfort on his meager wages. He was able to rent an apartment, and even managed to hold onto enough to have a night out now and then.
It was during these nights out that his opinion of the magic in the land began to sour. There he was, spending his hard-earned coin, and mages would walk in, wave their hand, and rain gold on the bartender (assuming they didn't simply conjure their own drink). When he was barely able to scrape together the coin for a modest silver bracelet for a lady friend, a mage waltzed in and snapped his fingers, gifting her with gold and diamonds. Or, worse, some brown-robed spacefarer would wave his hand in front of her face, causing her to follow him wherever he wanted to lead her. He began to notice that everything he had to work hard for, some magic user could get with a wave of his hand or a snap of his fingers.
He talked to the other humans he knew, those without ability in magic, about this problem. It turned out that many others felt as he did, that those who worked in magic were being unfair to those who couldn't have whatever they wanted with a wave of their hands. Banding together with those he trusted, he formed a group he called the Fraternal Order of Humanity, with the goal of removing magic from the city of Rhy'Din. It was not a large group, really. There were few members, and they were not of the powerful sort, by any means. However, they came to the attention of certain mages, who became worried. When Dean began giving speeches on the dangers of magic and the virtue of mundane technology, one of these mages decided to kill him with an item of that very technology (as magic would have merely made Dean a martyr).
The assassin mage was unsuccessful, though not captured, when the bullet was caught by the Crimson Flash.
Having been a motivational speaker on Earth, he did not have any skills that would be particularly useful in his new home, but he quickly learned that he had a knack with horses, and worked his way from being a stable hand to driving a hansom. He found that, so long as he was careful, he was able to live in relative comfort on his meager wages. He was able to rent an apartment, and even managed to hold onto enough to have a night out now and then.
It was during these nights out that his opinion of the magic in the land began to sour. There he was, spending his hard-earned coin, and mages would walk in, wave their hand, and rain gold on the bartender (assuming they didn't simply conjure their own drink). When he was barely able to scrape together the coin for a modest silver bracelet for a lady friend, a mage waltzed in and snapped his fingers, gifting her with gold and diamonds. Or, worse, some brown-robed spacefarer would wave his hand in front of her face, causing her to follow him wherever he wanted to lead her. He began to notice that everything he had to work hard for, some magic user could get with a wave of his hand or a snap of his fingers.
He talked to the other humans he knew, those without ability in magic, about this problem. It turned out that many others felt as he did, that those who worked in magic were being unfair to those who couldn't have whatever they wanted with a wave of their hands. Banding together with those he trusted, he formed a group he called the Fraternal Order of Humanity, with the goal of removing magic from the city of Rhy'Din. It was not a large group, really. There were few members, and they were not of the powerful sort, by any means. However, they came to the attention of certain mages, who became worried. When Dean began giving speeches on the dangers of magic and the virtue of mundane technology, one of these mages decided to kill him with an item of that very technology (as magic would have merely made Dean a martyr).
The assassin mage was unsuccessful, though not captured, when the bullet was caught by the Crimson Flash.