Arcanist (School Savant (Evocation: Admixture) Archetype)
The citizens of Ustalav distrusted, and even feared magic to an extent in all its forms, though there was one among their number whose curiosity pushed him every farther towards the most arcane of practices to wield the very forces of creation and shape reality in his hands.
But this story is not one of endings, but rather beginnings. And Tyrandir's beginning was of no great importance. Villages dotted the landscape of Ustalav, and this one which we peer upon is no different, except that a portentous event is about to take place. Professor Petros Lorrimor was on a journey, as he was want, and the village seemed inviting--at least, as much as any in Ustalav can be. After introducing himself, he was greeted warmly, for many knew of his fame as a scholar, teacher, and explorer, and many mothers pushed their children to the forefront at his approach, hoping for a better life for them by having them join with the great scholar and study at one of the magnificent universities throughout the Inner Sea. And seldomly he took these offered children with him, but usually he would simply shake his head with a sad smile and would receive hospitality in exchange for a few small coins.
Such was the case here... until the youngest boy was brought out. Tyrandir, named after some archangel, or perhaps simply because his mother enjoyed the sound of the name, was a runt compared to the rough and tumble of his brothers and sisters, but had a marvelous gift; he could read, and at a young age. Most houses in Ustalav had a copy of the Almanac, though it saw more use as a replacement for toilet paper than anything more, but the grubby copy which Tyr had in one hand, and could read from expertly, was a wonder to the older man.
It was soon decided that Tyrandir would go to learn at a proper school away from his village. There he would learn his letters and numbers, languages and sums, and understand what it meant to be a proper gentleman. It would also be the last time he would ever see his family, or even his village. Years passed by, and when Tyrandir was in his late teens he received word that his village had been attacked by the unseelie fey, evil fairies that were alien to such an extent that their actions were all but meaningless to mortals.
Tyrandir dropped everything and ran to help his village, but too late. His family was gone. The homes that had stood for decades untold were likewise gone, burned to the ground in what was later found to be an oil fire. This experience changed Tyrandir forever. He began to see danger everywhere and distrusted any who did not prove themselves to be of Ustalav heritage, unable to be certain that they were not simply faeries in disguise.
During his travels he learned the value of magic. Searing fire, crackling lightning, sizzling acid, and his favorite, freezing cold, were all elements that could be harnessed with the right formula. And each of them was a balm to his ears as everything unnatural and warped that harmed the people of Ustalav which stood in his way was brought down. He remained in contact with Professor Lorrimor, and often accompanied the professor on some of the more dangerous adventures as a deterrent to bandits who often fled at the sight of pure energy flying through the air, just as superstitious as most of the region's inhabitants. He probably would have been run out of more than one village for his ability to wield magic were it not for his obvious heritage as "one of them".
It has been a few years since then, and Tyrandir has for the most part mellowed out. He had met people on his travels that proved to him that not every traveller was an enemy or a faerie in disguise, but nevertheless he remains wary of those who do not share his own traditions, or those of the land, just as the majority of the citizens do. Still, he is willing to work together with those whose purpose matches his own, and especially those who have some connection to Professor Lorrimor, the man who saved him from a life behind a plow. Upon hearing of the old man's final fate, he quickly rushed to Ravengro, resolved to do whatever he could... and at the very least, pay his respects to the dead.Appearance:
In a heavy shirt and vest festooned with various bits and bobbles meant to facilitate his magic, Tyrandir stands at around average height and is more slim than heavy. His light auburn hair, almost to a shade of red, virtually glows in firelight and especially when he uses some of his more flashy spells, flinging about fire or ice. He tends to walk with a sure air, though at the same time he tends to act cautiously when presented with new information, especially information that runs contrary to what he thinks he already knows and gains a strange, confused look on his face during such occasions. He prefers colors cut of blue fabric, as he favors spells that conjure frost into the very air, and finds the connection fitting. Spectacles adorn his face, behind which quiet green eyes watch the world turn, judging silently and deciding when best and how to use his abilities.Personality:
While he is friendly almost immediately to those whom he knows have a connection to the late Professor, Tyrandir has also experienced the strange ways that the creatures of Ustalav can fake the appearance of others, and tends to be suspicious of complete strangers, and absolutely so of those who are obviously not native to Ustalav--not that this is absolutely surprising, as many of the Ustalav's citizens feel this way, and are even more fervent in their attempts to run outsiders from their midst. With that said, he warms easily to others, and is not angered quickly, preferring the company of those who would shield him from the dangers of the world as he knows all too well how very fragile he is, and how easily his existence could be snuffed out.Other concepts:
Class: Gunslinger (Bushwacker) / Magus (Myrmidarch)
Professor Lorrimor spent much time travelling the different ways and paths of Ustalav, and one such adventure took him to a kobold lair where the evil creatures were under the thrall of an evil green dragon. The kobolds, who had previously kept to themselves much of the time, had been forced into raids by the dragon that they worshipped, and had begun to raze the nearby farms who had sent out a cry for help. It was Professor Lorrimor that answered that cry, and he single-handedly slew the dragon. The kobolds, afraid of his might, agreed not to raid the nearby farms, but one came forward. Nessalthax had been gripped by wanderlust at a young age, and begged the professor to join him on his journey. It took some time to convince him, but finally Nessalthax joined the professor and, under his aegis, made his way to a large city. There he learned many things, but he took best to gunpowder and magic, and sought to combine the two. Years passed, and hearing of the old man's death he went to Ravengro to lay the Professor to rest.
Class: Monk (Zen Archer)
Ustalav, while not big on monasteries, is filled with trappers and hunters of all kinds who daily forage and kill prey in order to feed their families, and sometimes there are competitions where people show off their skills, and special schools to train people in order to have the ability to take home various awards. Ferazin was studying under the masters of one such school when Professor Lorrimor came calling, wanting to see the famed skill of the bowmasters. Ferazin, still young, did acceptably well with the bow, and said something about wishing to see the wide world. At that, Professor Lorrimor smiled kindly and said that once the lad came of age, he would consider the request to come along. Time passed, and Ferazin finally became a journeyman in that trade. He travelled with Professor Lorrimor for a time, just as promised, and after more months had passed he returned to the school, intent on honing his skills. It was then that word came to him of the Professor's death, and he came to Ravengro to do what he could.
Class: Summoner (Wild Caller)
Dimitri was a plain boy growing up, and just as most boys did, he enjoyed romping about in the woods. One time, however, he got himself lost. The woods he had known like the back of his hand appeared weird and twisted. Then a beautiful woman came to him, and agreed to lead him safely home if he would make a pact with her. He agreed, and during their time together she told him tales of a wonderful man named Professor Lorrimor, and about his adventures. Dimitri forgot all about the woman once he got home, but the stories stuck with him, and when he was older he went in search of the Professor, and joined him on a few of his journeys. Time passed, and the two left each other's company, until one day when Dimitri found himself standing in the eery wood once more. The woman appeared before him, told him of the Professor's death, and invoked the pact, binding their spirits together and placing him under an imperative, to investigate the old man's death. Dimitri left then, motivated both internally, and by the woman's binding, to Ravengro to see what he might find.
Class: Inquisitor (Sanctified Slayer)
The land of Ustalav still shakes from the remains left by the Whispering Tyrant. People remain huddled within their homes as monsters occasionally wander the countryside. It is human nature though, to rise and find for what is good and right. Evgeni was one such soul, and from a young age he studied the creatures that moved and tore through villages, learning their tricks and how to defeat them. One such occurrence almost ended fatally, though. Evgeni had been tracking the swamp troll that had near destroyed a village before limping away to lick its wounds. He was certain he was ready; flasks of acid and alchemist's fire lined his belt, and he had a longspear to keep it at bay while twin cestuses covered both hands in case it got close enough that he could pummel it down. At first it worked perfectly, and he was able to nail it with a flask of acid before it charged him. But then things went horribly wrong. It got cold, clammy fingers around his neck before he could do more than scream, and he could feel his vision going black. Moments later, the troll shuddered and was rolled off of him. Someone had saved him. That was Professor Lorrimor, and Evgeni knew that he owed the Professor his life. The two went their separate ways after trading stories, and it was some time before Evgeni heard of the Professor's death. Knowing he had to make his final peace with the old man, and he traveled to Ravengro do just that.
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