Gwydion Gilfaethwy

[simon1981]

Battlemage of the Silver Marches



Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180 lb
Hair: Dark brown, worn loose to the neck
Eyes: Brown

[simon1981]

Hailing from Silverymoon, where he trained at The Conclave (a university for arcane spellcasters), Gwydion Gilfaethwy travelled to Cormyr wishing to make his name in the world.

Some more pictures I've found.

Angry Gwyn!


And Jolly Gwyn.


//I will add more here when I have the time and inclination!

[simon1981]

Journal Entry

Twenty-sixth day of Tarsakh, Year of Risen Elfkin

Well… What to write here? It seems an age since I arrived in Cormyr, with naught but the clothes on my back and staff in hand. I once scoffed at my peers and tutors, wasting their time scribing thoughts and feelings into books that no one else would read. What point, when the mysteries of the Weave beckon and darkness encroaches upon the land? With my studies, and setting about those idiot fools who thought my family’s origins worthy of ridicule with my staff, I had no time for pointless scrawlings of my own.

But, ah, that was long ago. Much has happened since then, and if Tiberius finds it worth his while to bring his thoughts to parchment when we camp, then why not I? Perhaps I too should send word to Mother and Father. I wonder, is my sister well?

I am glad I came here. Silverymoon was too... comfortable by the time I left. No challenge, other than to while away my days in the libraries of the Conclave. I have learned much in my struggles, for struggle it has been. No coin, and no friends to begin with but Ebon, who watches me as I write with amber, mocking eyes. Damn cat! But, ah, I am too harsh. I have no truer friends than you, my familiar.

And now, I have other friends too. Whisper befriended me first, and I would see no harm come to her (despite my reservations about what business she involves herself in when I am not around, not to mention her slightly alarming enthusiasm for inflicting pain). Ty and Ander, honest and noble men whose support I am grateful for. Arlyn too, even with her somewhat irritating predilection for calling me Green Man, I consider one of my closest friends. I do, however, admit to no small amount of confusion around her, especially since… Well, I will perhaps return to that later. There are others too. Menelwen, Frank (or Sally, or Velethranril, or whatever his damn name is!), Kyra and Lin. Perhaps I was remiss after all in not keeping a journal, since I have, without doubt, missed some names.

That is all for now, methinks. There is more to put here, but it must await a new day for the telling of it.

Yours,

Gwydion Gwyn Gilfaethwy

[verycoldbeer]

*A short blonde elven woman dressed in green riffles through Gwyn's things when he is not looking, as in he clearly left it within easy reach*

*written in elven on a clean page*

First off you love my nickname for you, secondly you needed that kiss and thirdly you should be more careful with where you leave your journal.

Green Man you need to be more confident with women; we will work on this. And I drew you a picture.

*for the rest of the page there is, perhaps not the most artistic rendering of Gwyn, but with a little bubble of text emanating from his mouth stating* I love Kissing Elves.

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Journal Entry - Addendum

Bah! How did that elf get my journal? I would write in Chondathan if I thought it would do any good. Fynn gave me a tree-rubber to remove her script, but I believe that will only encourage Arlyn to ever more fiendish pranks… I shall perhaps research some form of warding spell.

Yours,

Gwydion Gwyn Gilfaethwy

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Journal Entry

Twenty-seventh day, Tarsakh, Year of Risen Elfkin

On further reflection, mayhap a written account of my thoughts will help me to gain perspective on recent events. It seems an exercise in futility to me, but nevertheless…

In the Conclave of Silverymoon, I had little time for matters of the heart. There seemed little point and I always held that such things would take their course naturally. There were… dalliances, perhaps, while on leave from study or after a revel, but nothing serious or even intimate overmuch. Certainly I had little love for anything but my studies, and I believed that my time was better spent on arcane lore.

In truth, adventuring in Cormyr has given me skill in magic that would have taken me years to master otherwise. Danger and constant practice have proven a source of inspiration, and my powers grow apace. But what of other matters? I am, I freely admit, a novice in affairs of the heart. I had thought to conquer such trifles, as I saw them, with the same studious effort that I might expend on learning a new spell, and with equal success. It is unsettling, then, that I find that these matters are not so easily resolved.

Yours,

Gwydion Gwyn Gilfaethwy

[simon1981]

Journal Entry

Twenty-ninth day, Tarsakh, Year of Risen Elfkin

I have busied myself recently with travelling to many new places in Cormyr with my companions – for the most part my explorations have been undertaken with Whisper, Arlyn and Tiberius. These good folk have proven trusted allies and I have come to consider them close friends. We have defended Cormyr from bandits, orc and ogre tribes and even the undead together – so many times now that one excursion now tends to blend into the other. Now I begin to see why Tiberius keeps his journal!

In my travels, I have made many new acquaintances, though it is too early to say whether these good folk will become more than this – we shall see. There is perhaps one, whom I would consider… more than a friend. We met by chance in the grounds of Zorastryl Manor, which I had decided to investigate after some tiresome events in Suzail. I had travelled there with Ebon as my only companion, so I was surprised, and perhaps a little amused, to find the shieldmaiden Korista attempting to cut her way clear of thorny bushes at the approach to the manor.

Our meeting was less than cordial! However, it was better judgement to explore the grounds together, which we did. In our exploration, I found Korista to be a fine ally and competent warrior. I confess here that my eyes were drawn in her direction more often than not… After recent events (which I now consider resolved and will never mention again), her directness and honesty were refreshing, to say the least.

In the days hence, I have spent much time in Korista’s company. I freely admit that I sought any opportunity to do so. She appeared at times dark-tempered and distant, and at others enchanting. A chance meeting with Lance Merrick, an old friend of hers, gave me greater insight into Korista’s past, and while it is by all accounts a dark one, I could not think less of her for that, and understood her desire to keep others at arm’s length. The realisation of how clumsy my advances must have appeared was uncomfortable to say the least. It was a difficult thing, to explain my feelings to her, but I am relieved, beyond measure, that she felt something in kind.

I do not know what the future holds for we two, and I dare not hope too much yet. Suffice to say, for now, that I am grateful for our chance meeting.

Yours,

Gwydion Gwyn Gilfaethwy

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Journal Entry

First day, Mirtul, Year of Risen Elfkin

The last two days have proved eventful indeed, taking me to many parts of Cormyr that I had yet to see. I appear to have found a close-knit adventuring group in Whisper, Ty, Arlyn and Korista, and we have braved several dangerous locales together.

Ty and Korista have proven capable combatants indeed, facing orcs, ogres and even giants with considerable skill in their chosen weapons, hammer and bastard sword respectively. Whisper is beginning to show deadly proficiency in a brawl, dispatching the hardiest of foes with appalling ease. Arlyn’s excitable nature does not impede her ability as our primary scout, and in truth her natural inquisitiveness has served us very well. Often it is, that our foes are felled by her fine marksmanship – an arrow to the eye or some other vital region.

Perhaps the greatest test of our skills was found in the hills surrounding Arabel. We had undertaken to seek out some notorious treasure map and had found ourselves embattled with a fair few mountain giants, one of whom was one of their foul shamans. They had surprised us upon the brow of a hill; Korista and Ty struck forward to reach the giantish sorcerer, but not before it unleashed a spell that stuck them fast and left them vulnerable to its kin. Whisper and I were caught amongst them and I had barely enough time to extricate myself. Outside of the broil I was able to unleash my own magic, summoning Harachel to repel our foes and enchanting Ty with a spell of hastening. The remainder of the fight was, I admit, something of a blur.

When our foes were dispatched, I near lost myself to despair on seeing Korista amongst the fallen, lying next to Ty. I found myself fumbling through my pack, vaguely recalling that earlier in the day she had handed me a scroll of Raise Dead. I mumbled a short prayer, clutching at the scroll, though I confess my thoughts were more on Korista’s broken form than any sort of obeisance to the gods. I know not which god heard my prayer, though heard it was. I am not sure what I would have done, had she not drawn breath and returned to us. As Tymora would have it, Whisper also possessed a scroll and had done the same for Tiberius.

We continued on to a cave high on a hill, wherein the giantish band’s leaders had taken residence. We were set upon almost instantly, tree-stump clubs crashing amongst us. Ty, Korista and Whisper were spurred into swift action, drawing the greatest of the giants’ ire, which gave me time to use a spell of petrification upon yet another of their shamans, a hulking brute at the back of the cave. To my delight, and against my hope, it froze the shaman in place. The rest of the battle was a short affair as the giants fell to our weapons.

Our return to Arabel was, thankfully, uneventful. And, though we did not return entirely empty-handed, I found it vexing that the map we set out to recover was not found. That is a task for another day and, for now, I find I must answer the call of sleep.

Yours,

Gwydion Gwyn Gilfaethwy

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Journal Entry

Fourth day, Mirtul, Year of Risen Elfkin

We returned to Suzail jubilant from Thunderstone and the sacking of a pirate hoard this day. We were fortunate enough to find the map mentioned in my last entry in the wreckage of a ship on the banks of a river, and were resolved to investigate. I was accompanied by the others of our group; Ty, Arlyn, Whisper, Menelwen and Korista, and we drafted the assistance of one Amon.

Our journey by sea was thankfully calm and we arrived by night at a small island. Beset by pirates, living and undead, we cut our way through the foe until we discovered a cave, guarded by what must have been one of my most fearsome adversaries yet. This pirate-general, a great bull of a man, was no slouch with his blades and, though hard-pressed by both Korista and Tiberius, he proved a persistent, stubborn warrior. My own efforts involved unleashing the hail of energy known by the name Isaac’s Greater Missile Storm and hindering his attacks with an Interposing Hand before I dared approach. Eventually, our combined numbers were telling and the pirate captain was no more.

When we defeated him, our progress within the cave was good. We battled great cave spiders and more undead before eventually coming upon the spot shown on the map. We were not disappointed! Buried around the cave were several large deposits of pirate loot, which we were happy to remove from their ownership. Some encounters were close, but we prevailed in the end.

I confess to looking forward to spending my share – my spellbook remains woefully thin and is in need of expansion.

Gwydion Gwyn Gilfaethwy

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Journal Entry

Seventh day, Mirtul, Year of Risen Elfkin

I have busied myself these last two days, exploring Cormyr and testing my powers against the plethora of enemies to be had here. The practice has been of use – I understand the Weave now better than I ever did, and careful examination of Korista’s swordplay has given me opportunity to improve my own. I owe this progress not just to my own hard work, but also that of others – Alaethyl’s skill with the Weave has been a source of inspiration, and watching able combatants such the priestess of Tempus, Olga, has given me a benchmark for my own martial skills.

In truth, however, I find myself concerned again with matters more personal in their nature. Only a few evenings ago, Korista and I shared quarters. We merely slept, and it was a great comfort to know that she trusted in my honour. The following evenings have seen us grow much closer and have affirmed our feelings for each other. Much has come of our chance meeting, and I give thanks to Tymora for the events that led me to Zorastryl Manor. Again, I dare not hope for too much. And yet, I know now that I love her.

Enough for now.

Yours,

Gwydion Gwyn Gilfaethwy