History of Trent Lormain
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Seven hundred years have passed since I broke free of the Shadowvar, what they did to me I have no idea. They had bought me as a slave from a woman I once believed to be my best friend. I spent thirty years under their torture, dark magics and experiments. I even learned their foul tongue well enough to speak and write it. The last thing they did was try to infuse a shade with my soul. I woke in a cell almost two days later according to other slaves, and there was going to be a break out. I was one of the stronger fighters and I was tasked with holding the front during the break out. The escape didn't go well for most of us. Many caught, many killed. As things started to fall apart it became every man for himself and I bolted for it. I took at least several magical hits but kept moving refusing to go back to slavery. I would die first.
It was hours before I dared to stop running, I was heavily breathing and badly wounded before I finally collapsed. I awoke to find myself in a mans house bandaged and treated. He told me I had been found on the side of the road near dead and he had carried me on his back to his home. Here he had dressed the wounds and kept me safe unsure what had actually occurred. I told him the whole truth, never really sure why I did but I felt safe with him. My recovery took a full year to gain back the weight I had lost as a slave and all the injuries my body had sustained to stabilize enough to work again. Over the period of two years he taught me about Hoar and vengeance and why they were so needed. Then one night he became seriously ill. I stayed at his side doing what I could to return the favor and keep him comfortable. Sadly there was little I could do for him. With the last of his strength he slipped off his pendent and slipped it around my neck making me promise to never remove it, and never hide it in shame. That Hoar would always be with me no matter what. I swore on my name from that moment on, I would never willingly hide or remove the pendent. He died less then five minutes after my promise.
As I said, it has been seven hundred since that day that I escaped. I don't know exactly what the Shadowvar did to me, but I do not age, not a day since then. I still look twenty five. How does someone explain to people that you are older then most elves? Does that make me wise? Does it make me powerful? Does it make me anything greater then the average man? Honestly…no. I squandered the years wandering around. I have seen many things, made friends who in time either died or back stabbed me or even worse. Does this make me immortal? I don't think so. I can still feel life ebbing from me when I am seriously wounded. I just don't age.
Now I set foot in Narfell. A land unknown to me as much as I to them. After all, a man so old can only remain in one place for so long before people start asking questions of the ageless man, that and I know the Shadowvar still hunt me. They know im still alive and they want me back as their slave. I will die first, I will never go back with them so help me.
(( Approved by DM Skippy ))
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Many years had passed since the old Hoarite had landed in Peltarch, many more would pass as he awaited his death as well. In the meantime though he would have to find something other then killing to pass his time, after all, one can only do so much vengeance without becoming lost in the vengeance themselves. Instead he decided he would take up the magical study.
It was a very long and boring start, finding books on magic were not such a common place thing after all. Though over a good bit of time and hunting from different libraries and talking to random people, he eventually found a beginners guide to Wizardry. Simple cantrips and such were fairly easy to pick up and were great for starting on. The light spell quickly proved to be a close favorite as he began to go through the different types of magic.
Abjuration: A useful skill for a warrior and a valuable one for one that doesn't like to take damage…it would be very useful as a prime lesson.
Conjuration: The ability to summon monsters to fight for me...eh...I'm not a druid and knowing my luck..I wouldn't like what I summoned....and besides, I probably wouldn't like what I would wind up summoning....
Divination: Isn't that what seers use to see into the future and crap? No thanks!
Enchantment: hmm....controlling people....yea no...not unless I wanna remember Thay and the Shadowvar.....
Evocation: Blowing things up...now that sounds fun!!
Illusion: Gods no....I hate pretend crap!
Necromancy: You couldn't pay me enough to study that crap!
Transmutation: hmm....shifting myself into something else...that could be fun....being a huge red dragon or something!
Sitting on the bench as he skimmed the spells he found quickly he became more attached to Abjuration but at the cost of Conjuration, no real loss to himself, deciding to focus on that study specifically he made his way down to Norwick having long heard of the Arcane Tower by the lake and began to question random people about who would run such a tower. Soon learning of Maria and knowing from past information that she was on Peltarchs Senate he made his way back to Peltarch.
Finding Maria soon proved an easy task as he met her in the commons and asked her about the school. She told him bits and pieces and informed him that acceptance was a touchy thing and that he would be required to send her a letter of introduction. He agreed and left her to her work before getting down to sending her the letter. Then he set back to training and waiting.
Sadly as he came to realize, his training from the past was not compatible with the future training and he would have to choose between one and the other. A choice soon made as he stripped off his plate and gear before handing it over to a nearby hin and prayed to Hoar to forgive him his choice, he felt he needed to take this path for his own sanity as much as a new chapter in his life. Days later he was seen in cloth clothing rather then his plate and a mages staff as he set on the road to learning. It would be a long road indeed, but when you don't age, what besides time do you have?
