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Applying himself to his studies, he was fortunate enough to receive a scholarship to attend the University of True Ghaster where he developed an interest in the mystical arts. In his studies, he found himself drawn to the lore of primitive mysticism. The visceral pull of the crude and primal magics called to him and he devoted himself to discovering all the scattered bits of information that could be found. In one such dusty and forgotten tome, he discovered an account of a horrified missionary who witnessed a ritual performed by a tribe's shaman. The elaborate ritual allowed for the tribe members to gain power from the bodies of their slain enemies. Ignatius was enthralled. Though mildly disgusted by the procedure, here was a forgotten piece of lore that tapped into man's own primal energies and Ignatius' hunger for knowledge demanded satisfaction.

Fortunately for the young man, one of the older members of the university faculty died peacefully in his sleep shortly after this discovery and Ignatius was able to surreptitiously acquire the necessary components, while the corpse was laid out in state. Prize in hand, Ignatius carefully performed the ritual. Almost immediately, he felt the power course through him. Flashes of memories from the dead man flickered in his mind's eye and afterwards he felt energized for weeks. He was hooked.
Fortunately for him, the University sat in the religious district of the city and there was almost always a funeral taking place. This, coupled with his burgeoning magical talent, provided the means for him to feed his need. This went on for years.

While Ignatius had little trouble surreptitiously acquiring the flesh he required, some of the other ritual components were more difficult to acquire. This ultimately led him to begin dealing with the black market to find the items he required to feed his need. Through them he was also able to procure copies of forbidden tomes that were mentioned in certain other books in the library, but of which there were no copies. In one of these, he learned of hemotheurgy and of the power of blood. The rituals involved were complex, but Ignatius could see the power that might be unlocked. The problem was that these rituals needed fresh blood and lots of it.

In this his black market contacts were able to help him once again. They were able to smuggle in weak and sad-eyed slaves in from off the coast. These poor souls were able to provide exactly what Ignatius needed and soon his blood was singing with power. For a time, this was enough, but like all addicts, soon Ignatius needed more. This led him to the vampire. He knew of their existence and that some had operated in the city from time to time. Eventually he was able to make contact with one of the undead and oh so carefully, he negotiated a trade. In exchange for certain live delicacies, the vampire would pass on his gift of immortality.

The exchange was to be in three parts. The first went as planned, with Potter delivering his living cargo and the vampire biting him and beginning the process. Unfortunately, Ignatius was apprehended by the authorities while acquiring part of the second delivery. The Mitran authorities had caught him red handed in possesstion of branded off island slaves and were not kind in their arrest. So filthy and dejected, he awaits his fate in prison.

Applying himself to his studies, he was fortunate enough to receive a scholarship to attend the University of True Ghaster where he developed an interest in the mystical arts. In his studies, he found himself drawn to the lore of primitive mysticism. The visceral pull of the crude and primal magics called to him and he devoted himself to discovering all the scattered bits of information that could be found. In one such dusty and forgotten tome, he discovered an account of a horrified missionary who witnessed a ritual performed by a tribe's shaman. The elaborate ritual allowed for the tribe members to gain power from the bodies of their slain enemies.

Ignatius was enthralled. Though mildly disgusted by the procedure, here was a forgotten piece of lore that tapped into man's own primal energies and Ignatius' hunger for knowledge demanded satisfaction. Fortunately for the man, one of the older members of the university faculty died peacefully in his sleep shortly after this discovery and Ignatius was able to surreptitiously acquire the necessary components, while the corpse laid in state. Prize in hand, Ignatius carefully performed the ritual. Almost immediately, he felt the power course through him. Flashes of memories from the dead man flickered in his mind's eye and afterwards he felt energized for weeks. He was hooked.

Fortunately for him, the University sat in the religious district of the city and there was almost always a funeral taking place. This, coupled with his burgeoning magical talent, provided the means for him to feed his need. This went on for years. Perhaps he got sloppy, or perhaps it was just bad luck, but somehow his desecrations of the dead came to light. Fortunately for him, Ignatius caught wind of the brewing accusations and managed to flee the city ahead of the angry mob.

Who can say how Cardinal Thorn heard about hims, but Tiadora caught up with him during his flight and brought him to the manor house, where he currently languishes awaiting his fate.

Level 1: Grease x 2, Obscuring Mist

His new master was demanding, but not overly harsh and while Ignatius was little more than a house servant at first, eventually, the old man did begin to pass on his secrets of the arcane. The wizened wizards was a master conjurer and made his living trafficking with the denizens of the lower planes in the service of this or that noble house. During his apprenticeship, Ignatius saw countless devil brought forth and many a Faustian bargain made. He saw the worst the nobility had to offer and while their debauchery often disgusted him, there was little he could do. It was simply the way things were in Westcrown.

It was a comfortable existence, but all good things must come to an end. It all ended in an explosion of fire. Ignatius was coming back from the grand bazaar with a load of exotic components when he heard the explosion that rocked the district. Rushing back to his master's tower, he found the edifice little more than a smoking ruin. His master might have made a fatal alchemical mistake, but more likely he ran afoul of the political machinations that infested the city. Whichever was the case, Ignatius never found out. He never even looked into it, lest he get caught up in whatever was his former master's undoing. He let the powers that be think that he had also died in the explosion and took the opportunity to disappear into the city's underbelly.

For the last few years, he has been making a living, such that it is, offering his arcane services to those in need of them and don't want to work through official channels. Once again outside the inner circles of power, Ignatius has seen how the lower classes are slowly being ground down and can't help but remember the despair of his own youth. He would do more, but what can one man do?