Muscle Wizard Mythos (Revised)

Muscle Magic is a all encompassing martial spell-casting philosophy aimed to teach the fundamentals of wizardry through body, mind and spirit.

All core principles of muscle magic strives to follow the Path of the Enduring Mountain;the body is the base, the mind is the rich treasures within, and the spirit is the peak.

The body must be strong to stand upon the molten rock within the earth, to endure the wind that chisels you, the rain and rivers that flow and beat upon you, to stand the test of time that plots against you and your solidarity and patience. The body of a mountain is the foundation that holds everything together, a weak body is dust scattered across the wind.

The mind must be rich with ore veins that must stretch all the way up the highest peak, and all the way down to the deepest and darkest abyss. That way, you will always have treasure at every step of your arduous journey, from the moment you reach a new peak to those dark desperate hours of overwhelming odds, a mind with veins affixed to one point in the mountain is hard to mine and hard to appropriate, and a mountain without its treasure is a shallow crumbling husk. The mind of a mountain must be vast with riches, and its wisdom veining deep into the earth and high into its peak.

The spirit is the peak that all muscle wizards must strive to reach and uphold. It must always be held high, beyond the temptations of weakness and worldly frailty, and beyond the clouds and sky. It must touch the starry night and be as brilliant as the radiant day, the peak of the mountain is where the spirit resides and where your chivalry and honor is held, never let go of these two virtues or you will become flat like a plateau, allowing every temptation and evil to walk upon you.

Muscle Magic is achieved when you become the mountain, a mountain without treasure is simply a crumbling cave with its peak shattered, a mountain without a body is simply a hole with a peak leading into the abyss, a mountain without a peak, is a flat plateau, its body sheltering evil, and its treasures plundered. Lacking one is lacking all, this is the foundation of all muscle magic.

When the first muscle wizard master developed this ancient craft, he had four sons and tasked each one to climb Mount Megalodon as part of their trial to become muscle wizards themselves.

The first son chose the straightest and shortest path to the peak, and climbed a straight line to the top, etching and craving footsteps and hand holes as he went.
When he returned down to the base, he could punch and kick with such fury and speed the friction seared the air into flame, and the wind and ground quaked and trembled from his thunderous blows, he became the master of his own body and felt every muscle twitch and every tendon and ligament stir as he unleashed devastating poetry in motion with every step he took, every punch he threw, and every kick he unleashed.  He climbed the mountain the fastest among all four brothers.

When the second son saw the mountain for the first time, he cried tears of unbridled joy at how beautiful and pristine the mountain was as it shimmered in the first light of early dawn, and stood silent and resolute when the last star faded away in late twilight. Now that he's grown, he wept and lamented at the blemishes his first brother so carelessly made on the mountain face, tarnishing its beauty that will never be seen by generations to come. He vowed to climbed the mountain without turning a single pebble, or leaving a single scratch. When he returned, every motion accentuated his body in unparalleled splendor and every gesture and pose transitioned as gracefully as the wind. Trailing behind him were hundreds of animals and plants of every kind, enchanted by his grace and poise who followed him wherever he went. He spoke to them not with words but purely though body language and muscle control alone; He was their mountain. As he ventured down the mountain trail, every flower bloomed along the way, and every bird chirped in symphony heralding his arrival, and wept in his departure. He climbed the mountain the second fastest among all four brothers.

When it was the third son's turn, he viewed the attempts made by the first two brothers and found them wanting, and decided to challenge himself even further by climbing the mountain while carrying a huge boulder ten times his size and weight with two hands, vowing to never releasing hold of the boulder and not letting the boulder touch the mountain in his entire climb. He returned not with a boulder but with a large brilliant diamond, his fists became unbreakable, his body hard as granite and slow with bulk, able to deflect magical blows with a single stroke of his hand or nullify curses and enchantments with a sweeping lariat. His grabs and choke holds become inescapable prisons that made both magic and strength helpless in his grip. He climbed the mountain the slowest out of all the brothers.

Finally it was the fourth son's turn, he witnessed the achievements of the other three brothers and criticized their methods for being too brutish, narrow minded and lacking any finesse. He meticulously climbed the mountain following and sometimes swimming up the waterfalls and streams of the major river systems that flowed and danced around the mountain leading to its peak from its base. He mapped all the canals, crevices and grooves wherever the river flowed and sculpted the mountain he went and climbed. When he returned he could see the flow of magic and its nodes in every wizard as though they were rivers of water flowing from mountainous peaks, he could strike with such pinpoint accuracy to disrupt or amplify the flow of magic in any being, healing the wounded and sick or forcibly erupt and rip the magic from his victims' bodies. He climbed the mountain the third fastest among all four brothers.

Thus the four journeys of muscle wizardry were born, and from these journeys all schools of muscle magic draw their teachings.

A aspiring Muscle Wizard must first show the fundamental understanding of the Path of the Enduring Mountain. They must climb the tallest and largest mountain of all Megalodonia;Mount Megalodon.

They must dig into Mountain's heart and obtain a precious ore, refine it to the highest purity and geometric beauty as this represents the keenness and sharpness of one's mind.

Then they must not use any tools, magic or any form of technology, only the skin and normal clothes on their backs and raw strength and skill alone so their bodies can be shaped and sculpted by the mountain itself, and they must climb to the highest peak surviving in the unforgiving wilderness with nothing but ones' wits and true grit, light a bonfire that represents their conviction to uphold honor and chivalry above all else.

Once they climb down and show evidence of their sculpted mountainous bodies, a gem or rare metal of sufficient purity and beauty, and a bonfire brightly seen through the darkest and blackest night, then and only then will they be worthy to walk the path of the enduring mountain!