Well, my initial idea of creating the backstory on here for your reading pleasure has taken a different route. What you have seen is what you get, but as more is revealed duri ng sessions, it will be revealed here. And now, a new post with an insight into Dalanor's mind.....
Over the past couple of days, Dalanor had found himself lost in thought and withdrawn from the world. His constant mutterings to himself were not to unsettle the others, but a mere tool to help unlock the darker reaches of his mind. He had a feeling that there was something that he should know......something he once knew....but he was unsure.
"There has to be a way........there is something I'm overlooking....."
During their trek up into the mountains from the dragon's cave, he found himself analyzing Erentaelik's abilities and combat style. From what he could remember from his time in the feywild, he knew that the drow was trained in the arts of the Eladrin....but he could not fathom how or why the drow came across these abilities. Traditionally, a Bladeweaver, or more commonly known as a swordmage, was an elite Eladrin warrior versed in the arts of magic and swordsmanship, blending the two into a very artistic, graceful style of combat.
This was so mething that had weighed on his mind since he had met the drow, and for some reason, it concerned him. How would one such as the drow be able to so casually use such a style without consequences?
Though not religious himself, he knew that Correlon himself is believed to have bestowed the powers of a Bladeweaver upon the Eladrin....so how could this be? It required further thought.
He sighed as he wracked his brain but could come up with nothing to help explain things.........
"I must watch him......study him......."
He absently let his hand rest on his wand, feeling the comfort of it's own magical energy beneath his fingers and he sighed. The interest in arcane items had always felt like a compulsion outside of his own control....always making him see artifacts and relics as containers.....however, his view was now one of true interest in the workings of such artifacts. The desire for study was still there, but he was ashamed of his desire for more power.........almost as if he should not be interested in such things.......
He returned his attention the the group as they searched through the Hammerhold.....there was something at work here, and he could sense the power radiating from within.......
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Dalanor Malygris DeMyse- The Arcane Path
A knock on the door....a slightly muffled voice......and the young mage was returned to reality. His name was Dalanor, and he was an Eladrin...dweller of the Feywild. His race was more in tune with the magical energies than most, and so, Dalanor had always thought it a simple choice to follow the path of a wizard. He had trained and studied for this day since he had been only 5 years of age, and now, he would be named a member of the Order of the Silver Owls...an elite group of Magi who work towards the betterment of the Eladrin people.
"The day has finally come....."
Dalanor stood, leaving his trance state, stretching as he did so. He closed his eyes momentarily and centered himself, quelling the excitement within himself. He grabbed his wand and hung it from the leather loop fastened to his robes, and moved to the door. Outside the door waited a masked Eladrin Honor Guard to escort him to the ceremony. The Guard was silent which suited Dalanor well, for he was not interested in anything this brute had to say. He understood that those with no magical talent resorted to martial prowess, and the Eladrin had some of the finest warriors around, but why waste ones time when one could command the elements with a mere thought?
After a quiet walk, the Guard had led Dalanor to an enormous Oak door, and once opened, he was led into the Great Hall of Mages. All around him sat the greatest wizards of his people, all donning white robes with each member bearing a different Eladrin Rune which represented one word in place of true names. The White Owls were regarded as Sages and it was for this reason, each member was addressed as Sage, followed by the word that represented them. Incidentally, all of the members of the Eladrin High Council were members of the Order. Once Dalanor had taken his place, he was spoken to.
"Welcome initiate. You have been chosen above all other graduates of the academy for your natural affinity and superior intellect. You are to be accepted into the order this day due to a unanimous decision from the order and you shall be bestowed with all of the rights and priveleges of being a member of the Order of The White Owls. You will have access to our vast libraries, our vaults of magical items, and our laboritories. Now, before you are accepted fully into the order, you must be Seen. I will look into your darkest reaches of your mind, and find where your true magical skills lie."
The Sage peered into Dalanor's mind with a single wave of his hand, and almost immediately was tossed back. He looked up with a wide grin, obviously satisfied.
"You my young man, shall become one of the most important members of the Order. You shall become the Sage of Power, known now as Demise. Your skills lie in combat magic and magical examination. Your position places you as a defender of the Feywild, and you will do all within your power to protect the Feywild from any and all threats. This is due to your potential and hidden strength. You have a vast reserve of magical energy, and your drive and thirst for knowledge places you as the best candidate. Welcome Sage Demise to the Brotherhood."
Dalanor was shocked...he had not expected this, and as was customary, his robes changed to a bleach white, never to dirty or tear, and two runes appeared......one signifying his station, and one to display his name. Then, with that said and done, he bowed before the members of the order, signifying his thanks and gratitude towards his fellows.................
That had been three years ago, and merely two months after, he had been stripped of his position and cast from the Feywild. In the process, he had lost all but the most basic teachings of magic, and even his power had been stripped. It was the sacrifice for his lust for power and his unrelenting pursuit of magical items. However, despite the fact that he no longer held the position of Sage of Power, the rune for his Sage name had been branded into his flesh on his back to remind him of his dishonor. He would still give his life to defend his people should they need him, but to them he would always be Demise, the outcast.
The High Council began to grow suspicious of him shortly after his induction, due mostly to his open obsession with magical artifacts. In his haste to gain power and knowledge, he had experimented with drawing arcane power from these items to augment his strength. This was one of the biggest taboo's of any magical circle as the artifacts were considered gifts from the Gods. They contained such potent magic and ancient weaves of magic that they were viewed as Holy relics among even the Eladrin.
When he had been discovered, he had not thought he was doing anything wrong....or more accurately, he did not care. now, his obsession still remained, but he was ashamed of that part of himself and of his past and was concerned only with moving on. Now, he had found a band of adventurers that seemed to suit his purposes well....however, truth be told, he was finding that they were actually becoming less aggravating to him.....in fact, he was starting to find them tolerable. He trusted them, even the drow, however he would not readily admit to such things at this point.
The Drow interested him the most......his fighting style was quite familiar to him, and his magic was similar to that of a Wizard of the Spiral tower......it was intriguing how closely his styles matched that of an Eladrin, and he would have to keep an eye on the Drow........if only to learn more of him.
As of now, the others were settling into the cave they had ventured into after the fight with the Green Dragon.....
"Perhaps I have misjudged my actions thus far........"
It was spoken quietly and to himself......so the others would only assume he was mumbling to himself again............
"Maybe I can redeem myself and restore my own honor by staying with them.....I need them as much as they need me. "
That realization shook him.....he was so used to being alone.......could it be possible that he was befriending this ragtag group? Smiling, he shook his head and he entered into a trance, preparing to rest for the evening.
((It was originally going to be longer, but my attention span got in the way........I hope this somewhat pleases my DM.....lol))
"The day has finally come....."
Dalanor stood, leaving his trance state, stretching as he did so. He closed his eyes momentarily and centered himself, quelling the excitement within himself. He grabbed his wand and hung it from the leather loop fastened to his robes, and moved to the door. Outside the door waited a masked Eladrin Honor Guard to escort him to the ceremony. The Guard was silent which suited Dalanor well, for he was not interested in anything this brute had to say. He understood that those with no magical talent resorted to martial prowess, and the Eladrin had some of the finest warriors around, but why waste ones time when one could command the elements with a mere thought?
After a quiet walk, the Guard had led Dalanor to an enormous Oak door, and once opened, he was led into the Great Hall of Mages. All around him sat the greatest wizards of his people, all donning white robes with each member bearing a different Eladrin Rune which represented one word in place of true names. The White Owls were regarded as Sages and it was for this reason, each member was addressed as Sage, followed by the word that represented them. Incidentally, all of the members of the Eladrin High Council were members of the Order. Once Dalanor had taken his place, he was spoken to.
"Welcome initiate. You have been chosen above all other graduates of the academy for your natural affinity and superior intellect. You are to be accepted into the order this day due to a unanimous decision from the order and you shall be bestowed with all of the rights and priveleges of being a member of the Order of The White Owls. You will have access to our vast libraries, our vaults of magical items, and our laboritories. Now, before you are accepted fully into the order, you must be Seen. I will look into your darkest reaches of your mind, and find where your true magical skills lie."
The Sage peered into Dalanor's mind with a single wave of his hand, and almost immediately was tossed back. He looked up with a wide grin, obviously satisfied.
"You my young man, shall become one of the most important members of the Order. You shall become the Sage of Power, known now as Demise. Your skills lie in combat magic and magical examination. Your position places you as a defender of the Feywild, and you will do all within your power to protect the Feywild from any and all threats. This is due to your potential and hidden strength. You have a vast reserve of magical energy, and your drive and thirst for knowledge places you as the best candidate. Welcome Sage Demise to the Brotherhood."
Dalanor was shocked...he had not expected this, and as was customary, his robes changed to a bleach white, never to dirty or tear, and two runes appeared......one signifying his station, and one to display his name. Then, with that said and done, he bowed before the members of the order, signifying his thanks and gratitude towards his fellows.................
That had been three years ago, and merely two months after, he had been stripped of his position and cast from the Feywild. In the process, he had lost all but the most basic teachings of magic, and even his power had been stripped. It was the sacrifice for his lust for power and his unrelenting pursuit of magical items. However, despite the fact that he no longer held the position of Sage of Power, the rune for his Sage name had been branded into his flesh on his back to remind him of his dishonor. He would still give his life to defend his people should they need him, but to them he would always be Demise, the outcast.
The High Council began to grow suspicious of him shortly after his induction, due mostly to his open obsession with magical artifacts. In his haste to gain power and knowledge, he had experimented with drawing arcane power from these items to augment his strength. This was one of the biggest taboo's of any magical circle as the artifacts were considered gifts from the Gods. They contained such potent magic and ancient weaves of magic that they were viewed as Holy relics among even the Eladrin.
When he had been discovered, he had not thought he was doing anything wrong....or more accurately, he did not care. now, his obsession still remained, but he was ashamed of that part of himself and of his past and was concerned only with moving on. Now, he had found a band of adventurers that seemed to suit his purposes well....however, truth be told, he was finding that they were actually becoming less aggravating to him.....in fact, he was starting to find them tolerable. He trusted them, even the drow, however he would not readily admit to such things at this point.
The Drow interested him the most......his fighting style was quite familiar to him, and his magic was similar to that of a Wizard of the Spiral tower......it was intriguing how closely his styles matched that of an Eladrin, and he would have to keep an eye on the Drow........if only to learn more of him.
As of now, the others were settling into the cave they had ventured into after the fight with the Green Dragon.....
"Perhaps I have misjudged my actions thus far........"
It was spoken quietly and to himself......so the others would only assume he was mumbling to himself again............
"Maybe I can redeem myself and restore my own honor by staying with them.....I need them as much as they need me. "
That realization shook him.....he was so used to being alone.......could it be possible that he was befriending this ragtag group? Smiling, he shook his head and he entered into a trance, preparing to rest for the evening.
((It was originally going to be longer, but my attention span got in the way........I hope this somewhat pleases my DM.....lol))
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
To catch you all up......
Alright, so I have put off doing this for a while now and finally decided to join the blogging community. I recently moved to Columbus in September, and since moving here, I have managed to meet some interesting people. I have a decent job, and even managed to get into a D&D group for the first time in a few years. They are a great bunch of guys and have accepted me into the group with open arms which is a relief. I've been gaming with them for a number of weeks now, and definitely enjoy gaming with them.
My character in the current adventure is an Eladrin Wizard, and there is some serious promise for the way that the wizard class plays out, and the transition for me from 2e to 4e was was relatively smooth and easy. Tonight was the first session in a couple of weeks due to a short break while our GM adjusted to a new baby and all of the responsibility that such an event brings. Despite the break, the session went well, and our group (Consisting of my Eladrin Wizard, a Dragonborn Warlord, an Elven Ranger, a Drow Swordmage, and the DM's NPC Dwarven Barbarian) took on a Green Dragon and we are only second level. The encounter itself was a level 5 encounter and we handled it well with a few close calls....(Mainly with my wizard lol) but all in all, we had no deaths and we walked away with a decent amount of loot.
I'm looking forward to the rest of the adventure, and I may even take some time to let you in on my characters background........
My character is an Eladrin Wizard by the name of Dalanor DeMyse, originating from the Feywild. Typically, the Eladrin are a race that does not often venture from the Feywild, but Dalanor is a special case. During his time in the feywild, Dalanor recieved basic teaching and instruction in the arcane arts, but after tasting the power of the arcane, he craved more. He began studying magical items, seeking a way to draw the arcane energy from the items which among most circles, was viewed with contempt. After a few years of researching in secret, he was finally found by the Eladrin High Council, and caught in the act of syphoning the energies from the items. On that day, he was cast from the feywild, told that he could not return until he had learned the error of his ways. Now, he searches the world for the means to augment his power and seeks all knowledge of the arcane that he can find, hoping to expand his spellbook and eventually become the greatest Mage in known history. To achieve this goal, he has joined with a group of adventurers who come from all walks of life, and as time passes, he is learning more about himself and the world, and even so much as the importance of respecting the power of the arcane..............
There you have it........Dalanor i n a nutshell. There are some details I have left out for reasons of keeping them a surprise to the rest of my D&D group, but essentially.....that is the idea for my character. I leave you now with one last thought........
Scientists have confirmed that the bird is greater than or equal to the word...........
Until next week.......farewell.
My character in the current adventure is an Eladrin Wizard, and there is some serious promise for the way that the wizard class plays out, and the transition for me from 2e to 4e was was relatively smooth and easy. Tonight was the first session in a couple of weeks due to a short break while our GM adjusted to a new baby and all of the responsibility that such an event brings. Despite the break, the session went well, and our group (Consisting of my Eladrin Wizard, a Dragonborn Warlord, an Elven Ranger, a Drow Swordmage, and the DM's NPC Dwarven Barbarian) took on a Green Dragon and we are only second level. The encounter itself was a level 5 encounter and we handled it well with a few close calls....(Mainly with my wizard lol) but all in all, we had no deaths and we walked away with a decent amount of loot.
I'm looking forward to the rest of the adventure, and I may even take some time to let you in on my characters background........
My character is an Eladrin Wizard by the name of Dalanor DeMyse, originating from the Feywild. Typically, the Eladrin are a race that does not often venture from the Feywild, but Dalanor is a special case. During his time in the feywild, Dalanor recieved basic teaching and instruction in the arcane arts, but after tasting the power of the arcane, he craved more. He began studying magical items, seeking a way to draw the arcane energy from the items which among most circles, was viewed with contempt. After a few years of researching in secret, he was finally found by the Eladrin High Council, and caught in the act of syphoning the energies from the items. On that day, he was cast from the feywild, told that he could not return until he had learned the error of his ways. Now, he searches the world for the means to augment his power and seeks all knowledge of the arcane that he can find, hoping to expand his spellbook and eventually become the greatest Mage in known history. To achieve this goal, he has joined with a group of adventurers who come from all walks of life, and as time passes, he is learning more about himself and the world, and even so much as the importance of respecting the power of the arcane..............
There you have it........Dalanor i n a nutshell. There are some details I have left out for reasons of keeping them a surprise to the rest of my D&D group, but essentially.....that is the idea for my character. I leave you now with one last thought........
Scientists have confirmed that the bird is greater than or equal to the word...........
Until next week.......farewell.
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