Post by bobby69989 on Apr 17, 2018 9:06:22 GMT -5
Your character's name: Galactor.. Gala.. Gala C'tor
Age: 25
Birth: 25 Tarsakh (claw of the storms)
Race:Human
Origin:waterdeed
Usage:conjurer or summoner whichever you prefer to call him
Sex:Male
Height:5'10
Weight:140
Build: simple average
Hair:Blonde
Eyes:Brown
Detail their history here
Galactor was born a son to a mason guild tradesman. The first few years of his life, (well that he can remember,) were easy going. There was work to be done but it was easy running information for the guild members from work site to work site, fetching tools and such for the workers. He even made a few friends among the dwarven workers who would teach him bits of their language. It was on one such occasion that his life truly began, around his 8th winter.
Galactor was sitting in a rather quiet tavern in dock ward (so the large men standing at the door made it,) listening to a Melvin Stormhammer speaking of how life was in Citadel Felbarr. (In dwarven of course). When a woman sitting in the corner began to sing a song. At first she was quite hard to hear over the dwarves boasting on, but then when she removed her hood her voice rang throught the tavern. Everyone fell quiet and turned to see her and hear her words. The voice she had would make even a drunk dwarven tavern song sound lovely. Her hair a bright silver, flowing halfway down her back, eyes like the blue gems the noble woman wore looked out at the crowd not even seeing them but some other land. The song itself was of a time long dead and a city named Cormanthyr, later in the song, Myth Drannor. As the story told out, images floated through the air. First were the buildings, trees shaped to become homes, floating orbs of light all around the city, a city too beautiful for words. Then as the song began to end the images changed to vile cratures destroying that lovely city. When the song was over, she simply vanished.
As two years passed Galactor remembered that song and the images of the city. He left helping in the guild (much to his fathers disaproval) to pick up running errands for a local Elven Ward Mage the nobles called him. Galactor learned many things in his first years, discipline of the mind, to later learn the elven language. It was not long after that Galactor found an old dusty book in the libary at the watchful order. Galactor had been in there a number of times, for his now master and teacher, and convinced the libarian to let him take the book out. The book was in Elven mostly talking about the early years of Myth Drannor and the rising of the Mythal. Later in the book, it talked of the golden years and finally the fall by the three Nycaloths.
Training continued for ten long years, leaving Galactor with nothing more then a few spells and the language of wizards Draconic. Luck favored Galactor one afternoon in early spring when a caravan heading to Llorkh needed a few men to help guard it. The trip took the spring and a good part of the summer leaving Galactor stranded in Llorkh for the winter as no caravan would cross the Graypeak Mts. in winter. That winter was long having few coins and the Zhents rule. Galactor found a small living for the winter outside town helping the villagers who the Lord's men would not. Come the thaw, Galactor joined up with the first caravan across the Anauroch on the Black road. Finding it good fortune that the caravan was an independent merchant, so having few Zhents along. Dropping the caravan in Dagger Falls before the caravan made it into deeper Zhent lands.
((work in progress))
Age: 25
Birth: 25 Tarsakh (claw of the storms)
Race:Human
Origin:waterdeed
Usage:conjurer or summoner whichever you prefer to call him
Sex:Male
Height:5'10
Weight:140
Build: simple average
Hair:Blonde
Eyes:Brown
Detail their history here
Galactor was born a son to a mason guild tradesman. The first few years of his life, (well that he can remember,) were easy going. There was work to be done but it was easy running information for the guild members from work site to work site, fetching tools and such for the workers. He even made a few friends among the dwarven workers who would teach him bits of their language. It was on one such occasion that his life truly began, around his 8th winter.
Galactor was sitting in a rather quiet tavern in dock ward (so the large men standing at the door made it,) listening to a Melvin Stormhammer speaking of how life was in Citadel Felbarr. (In dwarven of course). When a woman sitting in the corner began to sing a song. At first she was quite hard to hear over the dwarves boasting on, but then when she removed her hood her voice rang throught the tavern. Everyone fell quiet and turned to see her and hear her words. The voice she had would make even a drunk dwarven tavern song sound lovely. Her hair a bright silver, flowing halfway down her back, eyes like the blue gems the noble woman wore looked out at the crowd not even seeing them but some other land. The song itself was of a time long dead and a city named Cormanthyr, later in the song, Myth Drannor. As the story told out, images floated through the air. First were the buildings, trees shaped to become homes, floating orbs of light all around the city, a city too beautiful for words. Then as the song began to end the images changed to vile cratures destroying that lovely city. When the song was over, she simply vanished.
As two years passed Galactor remembered that song and the images of the city. He left helping in the guild (much to his fathers disaproval) to pick up running errands for a local Elven Ward Mage the nobles called him. Galactor learned many things in his first years, discipline of the mind, to later learn the elven language. It was not long after that Galactor found an old dusty book in the libary at the watchful order. Galactor had been in there a number of times, for his now master and teacher, and convinced the libarian to let him take the book out. The book was in Elven mostly talking about the early years of Myth Drannor and the rising of the Mythal. Later in the book, it talked of the golden years and finally the fall by the three Nycaloths.
Training continued for ten long years, leaving Galactor with nothing more then a few spells and the language of wizards Draconic. Luck favored Galactor one afternoon in early spring when a caravan heading to Llorkh needed a few men to help guard it. The trip took the spring and a good part of the summer leaving Galactor stranded in Llorkh for the winter as no caravan would cross the Graypeak Mts. in winter. That winter was long having few coins and the Zhents rule. Galactor found a small living for the winter outside town helping the villagers who the Lord's men would not. Come the thaw, Galactor joined up with the first caravan across the Anauroch on the Black road. Finding it good fortune that the caravan was an independent merchant, so having few Zhents along. Dropping the caravan in Dagger Falls before the caravan made it into deeper Zhent lands.
((work in progress))