Player: John Race: Breton Gender: Female Link: Google Sheet
Your earliest memories are of a warm and unusual home. Your mother, a beautiful enchantress, would entertain you for hours with tricks. Your favorite was her leaping from the roof and then falling, slowly, like a leaf. Your father was a fearsome man. Many in the village referred to him as "that Warlock."
But to you he was a loving and doting father. As you grew, it was apparent that you had unusually strong magical powers. Soon you were able to change your body's weight yourself. You remember your parents talking about an evil Battlemage, Jagar Tharn, how it was known in their circle that he had usurped the power of the land away from its rightful ruler. No one dared to move against him. You marveled at the knowledge Tharn must haveaccrued. One day in your twentieth year, a courier arrived at your house with the news that a powerful hero had killed Jagar Tharn and restored the rightful Emperor to the throne. Even your gruff father nearly wept with joy at the news.
The courier also brought the news that there would be a great celebration in Imperial City and that all the people who had worked secretly to depose Tharn were invited. Once the courier left, you asked your parents if you could go to the celebration. Your mother and father looked concerned and explained that there was not enough gold for all three of you to make the trip.
Downcast, you tried to hide your disappointment. Your father, however, turned to you and said that it was time you made your own way in the world. He gave you a marvelous book and a very unusual staff and sent you on your way to the Imperial City and the celebration.
After many days of travel, you approached the capital of the realm, the Imperial City. You noticed a small band of travelers only a short distance in front of you. As you were about to hail them, they were attacked by brigands who had been lying in wait in the woods along the road. You rushed to help the other travelers. As you approached, one of the brigands raised his short sword to strike you. In a natural reflex, you tried to deflect the blow with the staff your father gave you. As the sword struck the staff, a great bolt of lightning erupted from it and both weapons shattered. The brigands and the travelers all stopped and stared at you. As the thunder subsided, the brigands ran back into the woods. You were mobbed by the travelers who thanked you profusely for saving them, members of the Imperial Family who had been visiting in the country and were returning to the Imperial City for the celebrations.
They insisted that you come with them to the palace and have an audience with the Emperor. It was also here you met Kihrazad, an unlikely Khajiit who was caught up in the battle. The two of you quickly became friends as you learned how your Magic Staff had saved her life and one of the healers cured her poisoned arrow wound.
The Emperor was very impressed by both of your bravery and knew your family as loyal supporters of the Empire.
He presented you with a rare book full of vast knowledge. The celebrations continued for weeks, and the Emperor often called on you for informal talks. When you were not in audience, you usually spent your time learning how to tell the nobles what they wanted to hear. One night you were called to the Emperor's presence in a manner such that you knew the business was serious. He met you in his study and there told you he had a favor to ask.