Elindor

I sometimes sit in staff meeting and scribble elven on my notepad. Just try to make sentences from what words I remember.

((Teaching is at 5am Sunday morning Aus Eastern time. I would suggest Australian players have a one-on-one apprenticeship to make learning possible. Sagwort, do you know if there are AUS magic teachers in the guild? When I am there the place is empty))

Ambros comes down the stairs from the Toiletrium. Noticing the two young ones waiting in the hold he pulls his staff in closer and stands up tall, puffing his chest out ever so slightly "Can I help you?"

((You would never naturally find it. It is pretty out of the way and near impossible to 'stumble upon'))

Is that correct? I just thought they were dwarves that didn't like mountains.

You can do that anyway, can't you?. With meditation. But you will never go beyond human abilities.

It is kinda true. There is law about the blood of Ironguts.

Is this the rune magic lore Shoi has been working on? No point having two streams of idea when only one is going to make it.

The line in the sand is that illusion magic is at no point real. This is why it cannot affect anyone permanently and why it was said that someone's abilities cannot be improved by an illusion (seeing further, hearing better etc.) I don't have anything against what this subtype, I just don't really see its purpose when it seems to only have one very specific use and for the most part an illusionist would already be able to do a lot of it.

Nice statement

*un-smiley face*

Music? With altering words to make dance and sing? Ta thankyou Sporadic.

You need some RP first before doing the Magic App. It doesn't happen the other way around.

Then you do not have grounds to make a magic app

Living???

Character Name : Elindor Nicknames: Eli, Elailer, Wizard Age: Born 4th Malin's Welcome, 1234 Gender: Male Race: Mixed race Elf Status: Living. Can Roleplay with you on skype or forums if you wish. PM me. Description Height: 6'1" at full height, though often hunched over Weight: 74kg Body Type: Old Eyes: Hazel Brown Hair: Once brown, aged White Skin: Wrinkled with a light tan Markings/Tattoos: Long white beard and moustache. Left ear is pierced but often doesn't have anything in it. Health: Frail bones and weakened muscles. Rarely contracts diseases. Weak respiratory system. The hip has always been troublesome. Attempting to gaze into the future overextending his level of skill in Cognitism resulted in mild Parkinsons. Personality: Elindor was granted wisdom from a young age and what little foolishness that youth provided was quickly overtaken by experience. Having lived from the early days of Aegis in her prime, surviving the undead war and inevitable collapse of Aegis, and the years beyond seeing kingdoms rise and fall and new life fade into death; Elindor is cold to sentiment. Re-shaping his mind to preserve the greater balance by abandoning his own emotions on a journey to intellectual enlightenment, he struggles to relate to others, often seeing them as little more than a fleeting shadow against eternity. Despite all this, Elindor retains his recollection of the old community of Laurelin and attempts to uphold the noble kindness and acceptance of his earliest years. He loves stories and relishes partaking in another's memory. For anyone willing to push past his initial oddities and introversion, he will readily engage in your story and perhaps try to teach you something. Inventory: Wooden Staff that is actually made of gold through illusion. Well used stone hatchet. Ornate wooden short bow. Steel kitchen knife. Various bits of junk that have been collected and are stored in the void, mostly consisting of wine, crockery, and books. Further Details: Fun fact: Elindor was pivotal in uncovering the ancient language of Elven, particularly numbers and measurements of time. In discovering the word for 'book' and recognising the similarities between his own name's pronunciation and that word when the pronoun prefix was added, he intentionally mistranslated the word so that his name would forever be used when referring to "The Book" in Ancient Elven. The correct pronunciation (and thus spelling) of 'book' has never been revealed. Life Style Alignment*: Neutral Good Deity*: None. No denial of the existence of Aenguls and Daemons, but no affiliation with any. Religion: Creator God Alliance/Nation/Home: Alliances with none, though forever drawn back to Malinor Job/Class: Wizard of minds. Profession(s): Once tended a vineyard producing delicious and unique wines which he deposited at taverns free of charge. Long before this he was a Ranger of the Forest and enviously skilled with a bow. Spent time as a lumberjack. Farms often but mostly out of boredom. Magic Current Status: Active Arch-type: Illusionist and Arcanist Sub-Type: Mental Magic with some Cognitism, Telekinesis, Void Translocation, Illusion Rank: A master of magic, having been taught in Aegis Weakness(es): Is not combatant. For Mental manipulation to occur requires great concentration and few subject at a time. His own mind is often his greatest weakness, often becoming awfully forgetful and more easily recognising people by the role they play across time and destiny than their actual face or name. Strength(s): Can create multiple layers of illusions enough to cause one to question reality. Can sever the mental connection that a mage has between their meditating and locating the Void, effectively stopping their ability to cast forever. Walks freely amidst the memories of strangers if they are unable to protect themselves, and can quickly dismantle mental barriers if they can. Weaponry Fighting Style: Passivist Archery: Medium skilled aim but no strength or distance. Biography Parents: father Delanscial and mother Mirial Siblings: none known Children: Extended Family: Pet(s): Vineyard dogs Gregory and Milo {both died in the freezing of Malinor (Anthos)} History Early Years Elindor was born in Lower Laurelin and raised to the age of 47 by his father Delanscial. Delanscial was a well decorated officer of Malinor's army and often the first called to the front lines and one of the last to return. Tragically he was killed in combat leaving Elindor to be brought through his elven adolescence by his well-to-do Uncle. At 70 Elindor's curiosity and search for knowledge grew too great to remain in Malinor and he set out to discover the libraries of Aegis. Those years of great discovery were detailed in a personal collection of Journals and shifted focus from what great information was available about the world, to the details of the Undead and Iblees' growing influence. Finding purpose in protecting defenceless travellers, Elindor joined the Rangers of the Forest and quickly rose to be a well respected member for his diligence and skill with a bow. More times than would be recommended he jumped into risky situations to defend a stranger and, for the most part, returned safely to fill out his reports. He lived for many years in the Treetop Inn just outside Malinor's walls and had many adventures with strange and interesting people there. As Iblees' armies made minor advancements that seemed more like scare-tactics than a military invasion, Elindor began training at the Mages College. While some way through his discoveries he came to meet Adeon whom he later helped teach in the ways of magic and control. The Dark Lord's Girl As a relatively unknown face in Al'Khazar, Elindor spent some time in the great city to be closer to the approaching undead forces in an attempt to learn what he could of Iblees' mind control. In the process he developed some strange friends on both sides of the war and had some terrifying run-ins with dark prophets and necromancers alike. One particular friendship would prove to change him more than could have been anticipated. Maeghan was a fair girl from the Wintery Woods who lived all alone. Her once beautiful face was now hidden behind long unkept hair as her skin rotted under Iblees' taint. While the daemon's usual followers were militant and inhuman, Maeghan's place within the legions of the undead always remained unique, as though she were a prize that even Iblees himself could never truly hold. To Elindor she was the discovery of romance. But Maeghan remained a porcelain doll, both beautiful and fragile, and her form and inner strength seemed to crumble as she was held. She complicated their friendship and forced Elindor from herself, yet he pursued her through great dangers and watched in horror as Iblees' presence was made manifest in Aegis through her gentle body. She then disappeared for a time. To what purpose Elindor dared not to question. He simply waited, jumping on any scrap of information about the young woman in the tattered red dress. When The Verge was opened as a means of escaping a crumbling Aegis, Elindor learnt that Maeghan was yet living and, armed with a newly sewn blue dress from Indelwehn, he charged forward accompanied by Lucas Black. Yet their meeting was not to be so as those that she lived with had not seen her in days. Eventually things became too unstable for the citizens of Aegis to remain and so the boats were prepared to leave from The Verge and sail into the open unknown. Elindor turned his home at the Treetop Inn into a base of operations for what became a rescue mission that lasted almost a year. As Aegis slowly crumbled into the Void that lay waiting beneath, Elindor scurried about assisting those who were lagging behind or trapped beneath debris as their world slowly fell out of existence. Into Asulon They were troubled nights and dream-like days that passed as Elindor sat beside a campfire in The Verge. The emigrants from Aegis had long ago boarded their ships and found shore in the land of Asulon and Elindor was dreadfully alone. Though he barely noticed. Indeed, he barely recognised his own existence as days passed while he sat beside the fire staring with empty eyes into the flickering tongues of flame. Seeing the Void before his eyes had changed him. The steadily decreasing reality of the World of Aegis pulled all that was once good away with it. Numerous times he discovered himself glancing over a cliff's edge and staring mindlessly into the nothing beneath, his ears faintly picking up the blood curdling screams of the lives lost into that darkness, his mind swamped with all their memories. Yet somehow he escaped that same fate, managing to pull himself away from the beckoning plunge. But his youthful Elven body had been drained of its years. When he finally did make the journey through the Verge portal he had traded in his youth for the emotions and memories of the hundreds of lost souls. And now he sat there alone, his brain overwhelmed with the images and sensations of memory from more lifetimes than can be comprehended. By outrageous fortune a pirate's ship passed by the site of his little camp and picked the old man up, though he had no recollection of the day. The crew had initially thought to do evil upon him and throw him into the deep once his uses had ceased to be profitable. However as the aged white haired elf sat staring into nothing, they left him alone till such time as he eventually returned to a conscious existence. Having lost the understanding of who he was amidst a swirling of other people's memories, Elindor had become very quiet and reserved. The Pirate Captain Blackchin found great use of his stowaway in that the Mage was learning to read thoughts and memories, involuntary thought it may be. After some adventures that are inconsequential to our overall story, Elindor was deposited upon the shores of the Elven Isles in Asulon some 7 years after the arrival of the Aegians. The Quiet Years Asulon was a time of much excitement for the Mages Guild, of which he quickly fell back into upon reuniting with ArchMage Ambros. However for Elindor, the majority of his time was spent in the depths of an ancient library of mages from millenia ago. The site of their tower at Bellus Turris seems to have always existed, and a powerful Void Node within the bowels of the Earth below had meant that Mages would always be drawn to it. Years wasted away as he poured over the crumbling remains of tomes from a time long forgotten. He drafted many restorations and translated from a mixed Ancient Elven and Common, and even a few tomes in Ancient Blah. But what truly puzzled him were 6 symbols found in various places about the place. He had seen them previously with the Arcane Mage, and now they consumed him as he poured over them daily in a desperate attempt to decode their meaning. Until he found it. His first magic student drew him out of hermitude and into the town of Ildon. There were odd goings on within that town, but it was within the fortified walls of Winterhall, and under the protection of an old friend Axl Rose, that Elindor lay down to rest. After getting deeply involved with some of the odd happenings, of course. There was something in those Mage symbols that had reshaped his understanding of time, and Elindor believed that he was no longer necessary in the present time. So, with a few last goodbyes, he was locked within a crypt to pass away the years in slumber. Awoken For A New Journey After being rudely awoken by a minor civil war, Elindor sought meaning in his being returned to consciousness in the land of mortals. A year hadn't passed before the descendant races were packing themselves up again for a voyage into a new realm. Anthos was calling. The Chapter About Magic While the old wizard found rest and purpose in running Malinor's vineyard, he found himself continually irritated by his being required for matters of higher importance. The Mages Guild had been struggling to revitalise, and the onset of madness and subsequent disappearance of the previous Arch Mage Ambros threatened to permanently disable all that the Order stood to represent. Against his own better judgement Elindor worked with prominent Mages at the time to establish a leadership capable of carrying a new era of Mages that observed and respected the traditional ways. He even taught some new students himself, although begrudgingly. Iblees returning to avenge his self inflicted ruin called out of the old mage boldness and leadership that he had not previously seen. A new determination required him to master magic that he had always used out of convenience rather than for purpose. For Elindor, Anthos presented three key advantages for his development in wizardry. The Mages Guild was strategically positioned over a collapsing Void Node. The advantages of this were quite obvious, as he was able to experience the full power that was held within the potential of his magic, and developed a precise mastery of Illusions both Sensory and Mental. Few ever discovered that much of the absurdity within the halls of the Void Node where in consequence of his practice, and many students subjected to the Mages Guild right of passage that was surviving the Hallows, found themselves rendered as play things. As Rasmot's random possessions begun appearing around the realm it presented a new possibility in Arcane Theory. Deep in meditation one afternoon at the Vineyard Elindor found it. Just as energy came out of the void in the form of a Mage's choosing, so too could objects pass in to the void, but within it they remained completely in tact frozen in time and space, if only one could recall them forth again. But many now know of Void Translocation, so perhaps the story of its rediscovery is of little interest to the young. The Mages Guild having possession of a Kal'Varrak allowed Elindor to grapple with the many voices in his mind. Literally. While using a Kal'Varrak should never be trivialised, Elindor went into the labyrinth of that place on a number of occasions, eventually developing an expectation for what traps would be presented to him, and how to manipulate the mental environment to his will in response. On one particular journey, in which his body lay lifeless beside the rock for a horribly long period of time without food or water, he was joined by a fool of a Kha and his Elven friend who had gotten the idea into their heads about swapping bodies. Joined by the improved younger version of Elindor, the two mages navigated various mental puzzles testing their intelligence, resourcefulness, and emotional control. While the landscape was constantly changing before them, it was all startlingly reminiscent of Aegis. The final barrier presented itself as a reinvigoration of Maeghan both as the maiden of Winterfell, and the decaying servant of Iblees, seated upon the throne of Oren as the ground split and fell away to a hungering void beneath. Fight as they might to defend themselves, the two adventurers were trapped in an endless loop of battling enemies as long as Elindor's mind was trapped in what could have been. The Kha was able to discern who Elindor really was and attempted (while defending his life against a fresh hoard of skeletal warriors) to refresh his memory and attachment to the real world. It was the threat of Iblees destroying another world and ripping away a future of possibilities from a new generation that called the old wizard back to himself. He had to say his final goodbye to Maeghan. His mind had to release her as the idea of a perfect possibility, and Elindor would have to face the world as it is. The Story Without End Emerging into yet another world, Elindor returned to old habits of hermitage. His tendencies since have been to meddle with minds, prattle on about how times have changed, and continue his studies into the manipulation of time. As his reappearances have become less frequent, and his discourse has moved with more vigour into the theories of time travel, the most obvious assertion is that Elindor no longer travels through space and time in the same linear fashion as the rest of us. One day he may appear in front of you having traversed days or years in an instant.

Hairdresser!!! Lost my memory, needed to find someone to recognise me but I had grown a beard. I spent a INSANELY long amount of time looking for someone to trim my beard. You could seriously make a mint as a beautician. I know it is already on the list. I am just excited.