Kent Nelson was just an amateur archaeologist when he opened a tomb he'd been warned to leave sealed.
What he found inside, a golden helmet housing the consciousness of Nabu, Lord of Order, never arrived as a gift, but as a forced partnership, two wills trapped in a single body.
Since that day, every decision Kent makes carries the shadow of a doubt: is he acting on his own conscience, or on the far colder one speaking through him.
The scholars of the Mages Guild know this kind of object well, Daedric artifacts, forged by Princes who never give anything without demanding a share back.
Nabu's helmet holds no name in their archives, yet its logic feels familiar: power lent rather than given, that bends its bearer to its will more than it serves him.
Kent never set out to become a formidable sorcerer, only a man willing to carry that burden when no one else dared come near it.