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Tiberius was born to a normal family of dragonborn save this family was highly practiced in the arcane. From a young age Tiberius learned the arts of magic and showed promise. Things were going well until his parents attempted to summon a being they believed to have just discovered from a plane of existence no one had yet heard of. After hours of work they were finally graced with an answer, however it was not as they expected. The power of the being warped reality and time with a mere fraction of its presence. In return for the two parents insult at attempting to summon it it flung them through time and space to untold reaches. Tiberius, who had let his curiosity get the better of him entered the room and was also flung through space and time, through an abyss of nothing yet everything. Untold knowledge and understanding filled him as he floated for seconds, or eons, he knew not. Eventually, through either an act of mercy by the being, or, more likely, releasing a pawn to do some work for him in a later future. Either way, Tiberius awoke on the floor, his body still seemed to be at its physical age of 7, but his mind was much greater than it had been. Much of what he had experienced and known he had forgotten, but other things stayed. He remembered being their, to an extent, and his grasp of the arcane seemed more full than before. While most took his tale as a dream, or side effect of the horrible incident he continued to believe it had been real. Four years later, he left most of what was left of the family to his younger sister and went off in search of answers to his many questions.
what was that being from back then? Where does it come from? Are their others like it? Are they benign or malign in nature? these questions and more drove him. As he traveled he came across a scroll, written by what he had been told was a raving madman. It was filled with portents and rituals to some god or gods of unimaginable power and told of horrible catastrophes. Fearing the worst, he kept the scrolls, afraid that their portents were true and fearing that some may seek to attempt the rituals therein. He dared not destroy them yet however, for the knowledge they could impart was too tasty a morsel. Eventually his wanderings lead him to the city of gates, a place he decided would be his new home. This place surely was not just a fulcrum for most of the known planes and universes, but the gathering point of knowledge and rumor. If any place could continue to grow his understanding not only of the being form his past but of life and existence itself, it was this one.
He spent a time studying, even publishing a few works of magic, mostly small things and selling his abilities for living wages or traveling to other planes. Determined to go forth once more into the abyss he had experienced as a child. Both in a physical meaning, and mental one.
As he finally made his way to the door, the spot where the pain and then tingle in his head lead him, he strode forward. Confident that something had lead him here. This had not been the first time he plunged himself into a place without caution, and he doubted it would be the last. As he strode up to the door he smiled. Once more onto the abyss, once more.