Post by Aridan Istary on May 26, 2011 11:48:15 GMT -5
Character Name: Aridan Istary (AYR-idan IST-ary)
Character Class: Mage
Social Class: Merchant
Race: Human
Aridan was only five years old when he first showed signs of possessing magical ability. He lived in a small village and his book merchant father was equally terrified that he might accidentally burn their house to the ground and thrilled by the potential of the social prestige of having a powerful mage as a son. As Aridan’s mother had died a few short months ago, his father dearly wished for something to keep his mind from his grief. So he used his trade to seek out books of magical instruction to give his son, in the hope that he could learn to control his abilities and hone his skills.
After five years of self-instruction, Aridan was sent, along with his small collection of magical texts, to Liadith to train under one of the great Arch Mages in the city’s famous Wizard’s Tower. However, the Tower was no longer the epitome of magical learning it once was, and due to the years of neglect from the reclusive King Barnibus, the mages that once resided there had departed, seeking new lands to gain knowledge and power. The Great Library of the Tower had diminished from its formal grandeur and many books were missing or stolen. The Laboratory were potions were brewed and alchemical formulas were tested was poorly stocked and the equipment sorely in need of repair. Only three Arch Mages remained in the city, Master Albin, Master Lavina, and Master Reeve.
When approached about instructing him in the arcane arts, Masters Albin and Lavina refused to teach him, claiming that his power was too raw and that his years of self-instruction had taught him bad habits in form that they could not tolerate. Master Reeve, however, saw potential for a powerful mage in the making, and so consented to be his teacher.
Aridan trained under Reeve for the next five years, learning magics that he had never conceived of before. He relished the opportunity to learn from a real master instead of from an ancient book. Master Reeve was hard on him because he saw more in Aridan, more potential for greatness, than from any student he had taught before. Feeding off of Aridan’s drive, Master Reeve worked to try to bring the Tower back to its formal greatness. He added Aridan’s small collection of magical books to the library, and hunted tirelessly for tomes of magical instruction and history to fill the gaps in the missing texts. He worked with Aridan to magically repair the instruments in the Laboratory and to find ingredients for potions and chemicals for alchemical experiments. Aridan was the happiest he had been in all his life in those five years
But his happiness could not last. On the eve of his fifteenth birthday, Master Reeve instructed Aridan to draw a Circle of Summoning and to bring a minor Demon into it, then to Banish it back at once. Aridan drew the circle in chalk on the laboratory’s smooth stone floor, and added the proper runes and markings for such a Summoning. He then stood before the circle, held out his hands, and began the spell: “Fero, daemon, venturus in orbem atque imperata fecerit!”
All was going according to plan, until Aridan looked down at the circle and realized he had written one small rune incorrectly, one tiny symbol that changed the spelling of the name of the demon, from a meager pit fiend into a demon of terrible power. Before he could erase the circle and undo the spell, the demon Haures issued forth into their midst with much smoke and fire, and began at once to attempt to break free of his magical bonds. The circle Aridan had drawn was only meant to hold weaker demons, and this demon would quickly tear though its weak chains. Master Reeve went to work at once, attempting to bolster the magical defense with powerful symbols around the edge of the circle, but he could not work fast enough. The demon Haures found a tiny chink in the circle’s protection and used it to strike Reeve with one touch, killing him on the spot. Aridan, consumed by shock and grief, added the last stroke to the symbol Reeve could not finished, sealing the demon inside the circle once more, then cried, “Eieci te daemonis vacua redire unde venistis!!”.The demon was banished, sent back to the Void, and Aridan was left to hold the body of his dead master, forever burdened with the memory of the thing he had done.
Five more years passed. Master Albin and Master Lavina, believing that the demonic energy left behind from Aridan’s disastrous experiment could not be cleansed, left the Tower for lost. Aridan worked day and night to find a way to remove the demonic taint, and after three months of searching the library, he found the proper spells to rid the Laboratory of the evil energy. Left alone, Aridan resumed his studies from the books of the library, alone, without teacher or companion. One day, he stumbled across a piece of magic that involved summoning a Familiar, a magical animal companion that is linked to the mage that summons it. As weary as he was of practicing Summoning again, he was driven by loneness and decided to perform the spell. After the circle was drawn and checked three times for the slightest imperfection, Aridan spoke the spell “Fero, familiaris, ut veniat ad me et imperium ago.” When the smoke cleared, a small black cat sat in the middle of the circle, and Aridan named him Alastor. Familiars are linked with their mage masters, and share their intelligence, though not necessarily their personality. Alastor is one of Aridan’s only friends, and certainly the closest.
Now a young man of twenty, Aridan keeps his dark hair short and his face shaven. Like most mages, he is rather pale and thin due to his years of studying inside the Wizard’s Tower. He usually wears long, black robes trimmed in blue at the neck, sleeves, and hem. Alastor is never far away, either following Aridan through the streets of Liadith or sitting with him in the Library, sharing his thoughts on magical texts or helping to keep an eye on bubbling potions. Aridan has worked every day to improve his magical skills, but without a proper teacher, his progress is slow, and he remembers every day the cost of ignorance when it comes to the arcane arts.
Character Class: Mage
Social Class: Merchant
Race: Human
Aridan was only five years old when he first showed signs of possessing magical ability. He lived in a small village and his book merchant father was equally terrified that he might accidentally burn their house to the ground and thrilled by the potential of the social prestige of having a powerful mage as a son. As Aridan’s mother had died a few short months ago, his father dearly wished for something to keep his mind from his grief. So he used his trade to seek out books of magical instruction to give his son, in the hope that he could learn to control his abilities and hone his skills.
After five years of self-instruction, Aridan was sent, along with his small collection of magical texts, to Liadith to train under one of the great Arch Mages in the city’s famous Wizard’s Tower. However, the Tower was no longer the epitome of magical learning it once was, and due to the years of neglect from the reclusive King Barnibus, the mages that once resided there had departed, seeking new lands to gain knowledge and power. The Great Library of the Tower had diminished from its formal grandeur and many books were missing or stolen. The Laboratory were potions were brewed and alchemical formulas were tested was poorly stocked and the equipment sorely in need of repair. Only three Arch Mages remained in the city, Master Albin, Master Lavina, and Master Reeve.
When approached about instructing him in the arcane arts, Masters Albin and Lavina refused to teach him, claiming that his power was too raw and that his years of self-instruction had taught him bad habits in form that they could not tolerate. Master Reeve, however, saw potential for a powerful mage in the making, and so consented to be his teacher.
Aridan trained under Reeve for the next five years, learning magics that he had never conceived of before. He relished the opportunity to learn from a real master instead of from an ancient book. Master Reeve was hard on him because he saw more in Aridan, more potential for greatness, than from any student he had taught before. Feeding off of Aridan’s drive, Master Reeve worked to try to bring the Tower back to its formal greatness. He added Aridan’s small collection of magical books to the library, and hunted tirelessly for tomes of magical instruction and history to fill the gaps in the missing texts. He worked with Aridan to magically repair the instruments in the Laboratory and to find ingredients for potions and chemicals for alchemical experiments. Aridan was the happiest he had been in all his life in those five years
But his happiness could not last. On the eve of his fifteenth birthday, Master Reeve instructed Aridan to draw a Circle of Summoning and to bring a minor Demon into it, then to Banish it back at once. Aridan drew the circle in chalk on the laboratory’s smooth stone floor, and added the proper runes and markings for such a Summoning. He then stood before the circle, held out his hands, and began the spell: “Fero, daemon, venturus in orbem atque imperata fecerit!”
All was going according to plan, until Aridan looked down at the circle and realized he had written one small rune incorrectly, one tiny symbol that changed the spelling of the name of the demon, from a meager pit fiend into a demon of terrible power. Before he could erase the circle and undo the spell, the demon Haures issued forth into their midst with much smoke and fire, and began at once to attempt to break free of his magical bonds. The circle Aridan had drawn was only meant to hold weaker demons, and this demon would quickly tear though its weak chains. Master Reeve went to work at once, attempting to bolster the magical defense with powerful symbols around the edge of the circle, but he could not work fast enough. The demon Haures found a tiny chink in the circle’s protection and used it to strike Reeve with one touch, killing him on the spot. Aridan, consumed by shock and grief, added the last stroke to the symbol Reeve could not finished, sealing the demon inside the circle once more, then cried, “Eieci te daemonis vacua redire unde venistis!!”.The demon was banished, sent back to the Void, and Aridan was left to hold the body of his dead master, forever burdened with the memory of the thing he had done.
Five more years passed. Master Albin and Master Lavina, believing that the demonic energy left behind from Aridan’s disastrous experiment could not be cleansed, left the Tower for lost. Aridan worked day and night to find a way to remove the demonic taint, and after three months of searching the library, he found the proper spells to rid the Laboratory of the evil energy. Left alone, Aridan resumed his studies from the books of the library, alone, without teacher or companion. One day, he stumbled across a piece of magic that involved summoning a Familiar, a magical animal companion that is linked to the mage that summons it. As weary as he was of practicing Summoning again, he was driven by loneness and decided to perform the spell. After the circle was drawn and checked three times for the slightest imperfection, Aridan spoke the spell “Fero, familiaris, ut veniat ad me et imperium ago.” When the smoke cleared, a small black cat sat in the middle of the circle, and Aridan named him Alastor. Familiars are linked with their mage masters, and share their intelligence, though not necessarily their personality. Alastor is one of Aridan’s only friends, and certainly the closest.
Now a young man of twenty, Aridan keeps his dark hair short and his face shaven. Like most mages, he is rather pale and thin due to his years of studying inside the Wizard’s Tower. He usually wears long, black robes trimmed in blue at the neck, sleeves, and hem. Alastor is never far away, either following Aridan through the streets of Liadith or sitting with him in the Library, sharing his thoughts on magical texts or helping to keep an eye on bubbling potions. Aridan has worked every day to improve his magical skills, but without a proper teacher, his progress is slow, and he remembers every day the cost of ignorance when it comes to the arcane arts.