Elf Circle Mage (Level 2)


XP – 3540

Communication: 1
Constitution: 2
Cunning: 3 (Arcane Lore)(Healing)
Dexterity: 2
Magic: 4 (Arcane Lance)
Perception: 2
Strength: 0
Willpower: 2

Speak and Read: Trade Tongue
Read: Ancient Tevene
Speak: Elven (Linguistics)
Talents: Linguistics (Novice)

  1. Heal
  2. Shock
  3. Winters Grasp
  4. Rock Armor

Spellpower: 14
Spell stunts: Pg 50

Health: 33
Mana Points: 25
Defense: 12
Armor: 3
Initiative: +2

Move Charge Run
14 7 28
Weapon Attack Damage
Quarterstaff +2 1d6+1
Arcane Lance +6 1d6+4
Unarmed +2 1d3

Traveler’s garb
Water skin
Staff 1d6+1 (Lightning)
Wand (arcane)
Light Leather: Armor 3 Strain 1
Metal Flask
Flint & Steal
Healers Kit
Rope 20’
1 Week travel Rations
Spare Wand (kept up other sleeve)(fire)
2 lesser Lyrium Potions (1d6+magic)
Riding Horse
Cold Weather Gear
Food Rations
2 Healing potions (2d6+con)
Silver Link from lost fortress (less Stunt cost on Blighted Creatures)

59sp 90cp
50SP of equipment from Vintiber


Growing up in the Circle Tower was no easy thing for someone with itchy feet. I remember constantly getting in trouble for wandering somewhere that I wasn’t suppose to be. It wasn’t until grandmaster Irving found me in the corner of his study trying to see what was in his lock box that my inquisitive nature became an asset instead of a hindrance.

My punishment was to shadow one of the tranquil for one month, helping him with the cleaning up and organizing of the tower. I was to shadow Owen he watched over the stock room, at first I thought I would die being cooped up all day in that stuffy old room, cleaning old crap that looked like it would most likely fall apart than perform some wonders magic. Until I found an old book on the history of the elven people. I don’t know why it was in the storage room but I decided before I brought it out to Owen I might as well flip though it. I had never had much desire to find out about my people before. I had never been outside the tower and the apprentices were treated pretty much the same.

As I started to flip though I found myself lingering on some of the pages and actually reading and I was pulled into the book, that is were Owen found me sitting on the floor with my nose in that book. He told me to return it to the library and that after I was done cataloging the storage room I could have the rest of the day off to read the book. It was the first time I had a reason to do something here. I must say that being a mage was not something that ever really interested me, I slacked on my studies and just barely got by in my history lessons. Reading that book change me forever, I realized that outside the tower was a whole world that had a history that was part of me, that my people had been victimized and wonder the land looking for a home, and here I sit and wallow because I am bored. How many elves wish for that.

From that point on I couldn’t get enough, I studied all the books that the circle had on the elves and there culture and there magic, for they were supposed to have there own brand of magic that the circle did not practice. Learning about what we as a people had lost sadden my heart and I decided that all I wanted to do was to go and find the Dalish and see what they could teach me, I suddenly had a thirst for knowledge that had always been there just not realized, I couldn’t get enough.

Every once in a while I would catch Grandmaster Irving smiling at me with a look like he knew I would find my passion, I think I will always be grateful for him in that, he never once thought I was hopeless and he contently pushed me in different directions to help me find it. So it came to no big surprise to him when the day after my Harrowing I asked to make a trip to see if I could find a band of Dalish and see what I could learn.

At first I didn’t think it was going to happen, Irving and Gregor (the Templer grandmaster) got into a few heated discussions about it. And then it finally happened Gregor and Irving came to me and told me that I had been given permission to go but I had to have a Templer escort. He was a young man that was new the the order and seemed not all that thrilled about the prospect. He definitely had a negative opinion of elves and I think this was to help him come to terms with toughs attitudes.

We left the next day and travel to the Bersilian forest in the south east, we were told that this was where we would have the best luck finding the Dalish. Little did I know how dangerous the trip would really be. We traveled and looked for the dalish for about a month getting deeper and deeper into the woods until one night we were attacked, it was so fast I didn’t really know what was happening. Werewolves had found our camp and in the templar tried his best but was cut down fast and then there were arrows flying though the air and I was saved, or so I thought, the dalish were not as friendly as I thought they would be. I thought they would welcome me as a lost brother but instead they kept me at arms length. It wasn’t until I started learning there language and tried to follow some there traditions that I won some points. It took almost 6 months before I felt that they trusted me.

They allowed me to travel with them and I learned so much about the elves. I learned about the Creator and the pantheon of the god that the elves worshiped and the keeper even started teaching me about elven magic and how the elves viewed the world. I stayed with them for 3 years and developed a family bond that I didn’t know I was missing, the circle was all about being a team but this was family and it was wonderful. Then the keeper brought be to an ancient site of elven construction. It was beautiful and it made me wonder what else was out there that could uncover the secrets of the ancient elves, what did they know? I don’t think that the elves of old wondered around the woods, they lived in cities and practices all types of magic and lore and that is what I wanted, what I needed to find. So I bid my new family goodbye and set off on my journey to find the lost lore of the elves, I was going to have to find some companions, I knew that I didn’t have all the skills necessary for this kind of quest, but I also knew that if I went into a human town I wouldn’t have that hard of a time to find someone that craved adventure, I was just going to have to be careful about exposing my magical ability for my Templer guard was gone and I would have a hard time explaining that. So I put on my Dalish leather armor grabbed my backpack and Healing kit stuck my wand up my sleeve to hide it but also make it easy to get. The Templar had a mourning star that he had started training me on before his death and I took that and headed out on the road. Off to find the secret of the elves and whatever else I could find.

I have found myself in the city of Denerim, a human city on the east coast, I have found that it is best to keep low and out of site so I have been spending my time in the elven alienage. I have talked to the village elder and he has found a place for me to stay, it isn’t much but I have found that the city elves have adapted to this life well, it is like nothing can get there spirts down. There was an incident yesterday when a human lord came down and disrupted a wedding things I think went pretty bad but I stayed out of it. I have to keep my head down.

So far I have been able to meet up with some very interesting people, an Avvar barbarian (nice guy), a Dalish Elf that seems like he has a personal vendetta against the world, a dirty dwarf that smells quite bad and hunky templar that is insistent that I get back to the tower. Bann Nicola Baranti was very impressed with how we work together so hired us on as retainers. After a long night ;) Ser Henrick “fell a sleep” at the inn so I left him a message to meet up with us in a little town called lothering.

So last today I had my first run in with Blight wolves, crazy right! What in the Makers name are Blight wolves doing out. This isn’t a good sign, if I remember correctly only during Blights do some of the animals get corrupted by the land and become blighted, wolves being one of the first and then who knows. What bothers me more is that we found an elf girl who claims that her clan was attacked by darkspawn and now we are going to check it out. If there are darkspawn in the forest then we are in trouble. I don’t ever remember Keeper Marethai ever mentioning Darkspawn here.
This has got me thinking, I kind of feel bad for Ser Henrick, I shouldn’t have left him like that, I am pretty sure that my companions slipped him something to knock him out so that he wouldn’t cause us any trouble, but if it really is darkspawn here, I wish he was with us. I kinda miss the tower, sure when I was there it felt like a prison, never being allowed out and always having a templar watching you. When I was given permission to go and study the elves I was ecstatic but after three years I am kind of home sick. I worry that it has been too long and first Enchanter Irving will not be pleased with me let alone the knight Commander. If I can prove my innocence it will only help, but how do I do that without a Templar to back me up. I can’t afford for Ser Henrick to get help and come at me with a band so I left him a note that makes it seems that we are having relationships that I know the templars would frown on so I know he will keep it to himself. Hopefully he follows my advise and we will meet up in Lothering. This way I can prove that I can be trusted and if time allows maybe we can head up to the tower after I help Grognar’s people.
I feel that I am getting better with my Arcane lance. I hadn’t ever really used it much before now and I think I am getting the hang of it, one thing that I have found out is that depending on what I am using the energy is different. For example, my main wand that I have had since my tower days uses Arcane energy kind of like an arcane bolt, the spare wand I found on that guy in the cult is much more crude and it has looks like fire is the element that it uses. My staff on the other hand is beautiful, it is made out off Hickory wood and has Copper capes on each end and a copper ribbon going spiraling down the length of the shaft, this is producing a lightning effect in my lance, very cool.
We are now called Vhenalin- Friends of the People- and Heroes of Vintaber. Our little band found the eleven encampment and followed the trail to an old fort that I believe was a prison for some kind of vengeance spirit. I think the eleven hunters must have come across this fort and the leader that had caused the problems in Vintaber freed the spirit and it possessed him. I know why people fee mages, the prospect of becoming an abomination is frightening but I had never really understood the power that comes with it. If we hadn’t been there Vintaber would very likely have been destroyed. I have found a link of chain made of something akin to silver but very magical, it seems to help enhance attacks on blighted Creatures hopefully with the death of Mythaln the land will not suffer this blight. After the battle of Vintaber I stayed to help heal the wounded and make things right for the people but we must move on and get to the Bann that Bann Nicola Baranti wants us to go help out.


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