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About Norkas GwavielNorkas
Background:
Born to a small family of peasants, Norkas spent his childhood in Mierani Forest with a cetain curiousity for nature and the elements. Although he did feel negatively about his early life of hardship as the child of elven peasants that served mere humans, Norkas maintaned a relatively positive moral compass. Watching his human counterparts pass away at such an early age gave him an appreciation for seeing as much of the world as possible. During his adolescence, while traveling through an unfamiliar part of the forest, Norkas stumbled upon a lone translucent stone, adorned with sapphires and gold flecks. As Norkas knelt down and grabbed the mysterious rock in his hand, it began to glow with a pale blue aura. Similar to a reel of film, images began to quickly flip through the stone as Norkas gazed deeply into it. The only one that he could make out was the distinct image of Desna.
Norkas left his home at the age of 126 and embarked to study magic, the elements, and the arcane arts. He attended the Arcanamirium, where he joined the school of Conjurers. During his second year there, Norkas learned of the Mwangi Expanse and its culture and lore. He became enthralled with it and would spend the next 15 years studying its history. Learning of the Jenivere and the opportunity to finally discover the magical artifacts and secrets of the expanse, Norkas left for Ilizmagorti, eager to join fellow adventurers and take the next step in his search for magic. Appearance:
Norkas is both tall and gangly. His hair is a bright blonde with golden strands flowing throughout. His hazel eyes pierce through his almost white skin like two small fireballs. The top of his right ear is missing and scarred. His face is long and features a strong jawline, tipped with a square chin. He has a small diagonal scar on his left temple. Most of the time, Norkas has a serious look on his face, but he is able to goof off should the need arise. The magic rock:
"What have you done?"
A young Norkas sheepishly looked on at his father, Locien. Norkas had been venturing in a dangerous part of the forest when he stumbled upon a mystical stone. The stone made its way home with Norkas that night. "Father, I assure you nothing evil will come of this. This rock has only opened up my eyes to the arts of magic and lore." He pleaded with his father. Unlike most elves, his parents were peasants with little regard for such worldly things as magic. Locien was wary of bringing such a myserious item into their forest home. "I only wish protection for you, your mother, and your brother. Why must we risk such a thing as this? This wizardy -- this witchcraft -- I fear it is not safe. Give me that stone. Now." The strong yet slender elf furrowed his brow and gave Norkas a stern look. He would not allow this. The risk was not worth it. If I could just show him... If I could just show him what I've realized, what I can now see in front of me, I can convince him that this is a blessing from Desna. Norkas had an epiphany today, the day he found that stone, and he was determined to show his father that he now knew what he wanted to become. "Father, please! Let me show you how this may help us!" Tears started forming in his eyes. Norkas was getting desperate. It had bothered him his entire life that his family was so poor. Perhaps magic was the answer. He knew there was only one way to show his father that it was both safe and helpful, and even more necessary to defend against the creatures of the forest. Just then, Norkas spread his legs to shoulder width. He began to mouth foreign words, and then raised his left hand in the shape of an L - then a V, finishing it with a flat palm pointed towards a nearby barrel of potatoes. The air became electric. The wooden planks of the floor began to shake. Norkas' eyes turned white. His hair stood on end. The heavy barrel vibrated slightly from side to side, again and again. With more force. And even more, threatening to topple over. Finally, it raised up roughly one inch off the ground. Many of the potatoes that filled the barrel had fallen onto the ground. One of them had begun to levitate independently of the barrel and was now 3 feet above it. Suddenly, like a bullet, the potato flew across the room in Norkas' direction. His eyes still white, Norkas did not see it nor hear it. The only thing that stopped the whole display was an angry Locien jumping on Norkas to stop his strange incantation. "Why ... Look... Look what you've done!" After falling to the floor, Norkas felt his face and examined his body. Nothing seemed wrong. He did not feel any pain nor feel any blood trickling down his face. To him, he had just displayed his first magic spell to his father, and he was proud of himself. One thing did seem off. He felt a draft above his right ear. Pain immediately flared through it like the spear of a demon setting it afire. He felt the right side of his face. Then his ear. He realized then what had happened. This was how a potato had cost Norkas half of an ear. |