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About Curomel Hendacalión

Long before Aroden was even a boy, the Gods of the Azlanti decided that martial warriors were too powerful, and so they planted the seeds of arcane magic in the world. By the time Aroden was powerful among his people before Earthfall, the Gods had found that magic had rum amok and was beyond the ability of the common people to fight back against!

That is when the first Order of the Magi was born. Fighting men and women trained in the arcane arts as well - a natural check and balance against those wielding magic to the ruin of the mundane and those who would bring the sword against the helpless.

Many hated and feared the Order, so my parents taught me, and so it was dissolved...though kept alive by the families who were part of its history.

My family, Hendacalión, could trace its lineage back to the founding of Absalom and Cheliax themselves, carrying on the traditions of the Order of the Magi always. Infusions of Elven blood aided our arcane skills, and Human stock gave us our strength. Unlike many places of Golarion, Half-Elves were seen as the perfect candidates for the Order, with blades and spellbooks passing from father to son, mother to daughter.

So it was with my family. My father - an Elf, but a direct witness to several of Aroden's divine deeds, believed in the Order, and took human wives to continue the tradition. Until my mother, though, no children were born unto him. I was set to train in the ways of the blade until my 40th year, on the First day of Arodus. My father decreed that on that day, I would begin my study as a Magus, and would enter the Order.

I studied the Dottati of Westcrown, our home, but their style did not impress me. In my 30th year, my father sent me to Magnimar to train with the city guards there. I took part in mock gladiatorial bouts with daring and panache, and enjoyed what I had learned and the time I spent.

Now in my 36th year, still too young, word reached me that my parents died in a mysterious fire at our home. The Dottari seized whatever survived the fire - including, I am told, several of my father's books. I returned to Westcrown, but the bureaucracy of House Thrune ultimately denied my requests for an inquiry into their deaths or even the return of what should have passed to me.

Still too young, I must now venture into the sinister dark that hovers around Westcrown alone, to discover my fate. The only place I have to stay is with my "Aunt" - actually an old Witch, Half-Elven like myself, who lives on the outskirts of the Barrowood. Perhaps it will be from her that I will learn what my father could not teach me.

(This is a character for a Council of Thieves Adventure Path home game)