Wandering Fire Mage

Okay, picture this: An entire village burning in the distance. You dash to the aid of the endangered town with Bucket in hand. Unknown to you someone has been following you. SNAP a twig cracks from behind you. You flip around just in time to see a fireball being hurled right at you! Drawing your Diamond Sword, you bash away the Ball of Inferno. Preparing to charge at your new found enemy, you are struck by a glass bottle. The mixture in the bottle seeps at you energy until you collapse on the floor, dying. You hear a terrifing laugh and then everything goes black. You awake in chains. An army of Pigmen are standing around you but have their attention up to the throne at the end of the room. Upon it stands a man with flaming eyes, and fireballs swirling around him. He is one of the Wandering. A Fire Mage. The Death of the Lands.