| Full Name |
Telon Arideth Normannon Ceasvar |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Witch/1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Age |
31 |
| Languages |
Common, Dwarven, Fay, Gnomish, Goblin, Orchish |
About Telon Ceasvar
Backstory:
As a child, Telon had a knack for knowing what was going to happen next. He used his advantage ruthlessly, as children will, to win at games and sports with no regard for the feelings of others. This eventually led to him being ostracized by his community and his departure from his home town. Wandering, he took up being a fortune teller, using his knack to help, or hinder, his customer's desires. He enjoyed pranking folk he felt were not deserving of help. He would lie to them for his own enjoyment.
One day, he pulled his prank on a random stranger who asked for help. Telon saw the way forward for the man, but lied and gave him false information because he was dirty and smelled badly and Telon had a hangover from drinking the previous night. Turning away from the man, Telon thought to return to the tavern and treat his hangover with more ale when he was struck in the back and hurled to the ground, unconscious.
As he woke, Telon felt something licking his face and realized he was laying on the ground. He sat up and the small dog who had been licking him bounded away. "Finally, yer awake," he heard the dog say in a sarcastic tone. Telon saw he was not in town anymore, but along the side of a road in the wilderness.
"What happened?", he muttered to himself.
The dog said, "You mistreated the wrong person, idiot."
"What do you mean? That odorous man? What of it?"
"That fellow was my patron in disguise and she's tired of you misusing your gift."
"Wait, who? and why can I understand you anyway?"
"Because," the dog replied testily, "You are no longer just a shady fortune teller. You are now a witch and I'm your familiar. Of course you can understand me. "As for 'who', my lady has forbade me from disclosing her identity to you, at least for the time being."
"How did this happen?!!"
"My lady touched your fate and changed it. She's given you a chance. Don't bungle it."
Telon thought about this as he stood up and cleaned the dust off his clothes. "So, now what?"
"Now, the choice is yours. Use your gift to help people and make a difference in this world. Make a large enough mark and you may even meet my, and now YOUR, patron one day. Or not, and see what happens."
"I don't even know where I am. I don't recognize these woods."
The dog pointed down the road toward the setting sun and said, "Let's go that way. You can call me Flick. Have you ever heard of the Pathfinders?"
