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I saw you still need a caster/mage. Looks like I'm 1 point away from being able to choose a Nobiran Wizard. Any chance I can lower one of my scores and reallocate to boost the 10? If not no worries, I'll go with Loremaster
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The woods and wilds have ever been a home for those seeking ascetic contemplation of the natural world. Athan Brandshot has lived most of his short life deep in the woods of the Outlaw Forest, learning the painstaking skills of woodcraft and magery from his master, the blessed Seraphim Aldheorte. Lessons of life and death, death and rebirth. Contemplating the humble mushroom, the quick-winging songbirds, and deep rings of ancient trees and stones.
This life of contemplation with his master has been a good one. But even the long-lived Nobiran must die eventually, returning their flesh to the earth. So it was with Athan's master, as is the way of all things.
It was not until his master's passing that young Athan realized how much of his security in the forest had been due to this master's powerful magics and protections. The deep forests no longer seem so peaceful and contemplative. Casting the bones, Athan now sees foreboding whispers of darkness, as of shadows flickering just beyond his sight.
But the forest and wilds are his home. Will always be his home. So when Lord Chamberlain Amberstead issued a call for heroes and champions to aid Averancia, Athan saw his chance. He would go to the summons and, with the aid of other men of stout heart, would make his home safe once more for himself and all who would wander the wild way seeking wisdom and self-knowing.
Physical Description:
Beneath curly, shoulder-length chestnut hair and a fist-length beard is a thin, pleasant face which looks both older and younger than Athans 30 years. Bright hazel eyes and a long thin nose lend themselves to his aura of intelligence. He is weathered but hale, wiry from ascetic striving yet strong of limb.
Wrapped around in a cloak the color of bright spring moss and speckled with the colors of songbirds, he wears simple clothes of buckskin beneath, tucked into supple leather boots. Bone fetishes dangle from strands of his hair and beard, making a faint clattering when he walks. His staff is carved with interweaving patterns of flowering vines.
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Last edited November 4, 2024 8:19 pm