Rowen Ashe
Apprentice Rowen Ashe (a.k.a. Accident (replaced for Ashe))
Rowen was raised in the orphanages of Legalia before he was a servant of a mage of the Queen. Before long he rose above his station and was taken on as an apprentice scribe and linguist; proving to be well studied and having a diplomatic mind despite his relative youth. Rowen was trained to fence at first in self defence but then as a sport when he developed a talent for it.
Rowen was staying in the closest town to the dread Kings mountain where his master was holding open a continuous portal when the dread King and the golden hand razed it to the ground. Rowen was slain by one of the generals only to be saved in his death throes by a blue robed figure. When he awoke he was among piled corpses in a mass grave. The corpses were all empty bags with the blood drained out of them whilst rowen was alive and felt almost alien whilst whispers invasively haunted him.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Rowen has a lithe but nimble build like that a dancer with thin but tough musculature though he isn't strong rather than graceful.
Body Features
Rowen has grey unblemished skin barring a couple of acne scars though he also has 3 brands on his arm. One from the orphanages of Legalia, one to show his servant status to his master and another to show his status as an apprentice. He has no tail as it was removed as a child.
He also has a large scorched scar through his midsection from the blow that killed him.
Facial Features
Rowen has dark black hair that is noted for growing far too quickly. His eyes are dark green and his face is grey whilst he is fairly unmarked barring a small scar at his right temple from a blow he received there as a child.
Identifying Characteristics
A lack of tail. His outstretched horns, grey skin and sock hand.
Physical quirks
Rowen fidgets often and struggles to avoid sitting still for long. He also has a penchant for popping fingers and cracking knuckles.
Special abilities
A pact of the legion warlock who draws on the power and experiences of those slaughtered by the dread King.
His revival in the mass grave left rowen with the ability to manipulate his own and others blood for great effect... Skills he used to become a blood hunter.
Apparel & Accessories
Rowen has his duellists rapier. A fine steel blade that has no jewels but is refined and elegant with a basket hilt and a flowing crossguard it takes on a different appearance when he uses his aura of the dead.
His masters spellbook: Gwynithars book is a fan leather tome that is entirely blank barring the back which has the recipes he and rowen collaborated on.
Specialized Equipment
Duelist, linguist, basic understanding of magic and scribe.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Rowen was raised in an orphanage in the capital.
Apprenticed to Gwynithar Daybloom and trained as a scribe, linguist, alchemist, duelist and was due to begin training in magic to one day become a court wizard.
Died in the first conflict after the dread King escaped Mount Rillow.
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
Not sure... Hasn't really thought about it.
Education
Educated in language, basic magic, alchemy and scribing by Gwynithars.
Educated in using and maintaining blades by Signor, the Palace dueling instructor.
Employment
Apprenticed to Gwynithar since he was 10 (6 years)
Accomplishments & Achievements
Went from servant to apprentice.
Defeated several other mages duellists in battle to prove Gwynithars skill.
Successfully created Mutagens, powerful potions that enhance one's blood.
Failures & Embarrassments
Failed to save Gwynithar.
Mental Trauma
His death in the village and subsequently coming to in the mass grave.
Him learning of the whispers and what that means for him.
Intellectual Characteristics
Multilingual.
Fairly skilled alchemist
Basic understanding of magic.
Morality & Philosophy
Believes and hopes in the potential of people above all else.
Taboos
Does not believe in the ignorance of or mistreatment of the dead.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Wishes to make Gwynithar proud.
Wishes to undo the work of the dread king.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Naive at times.
Cannot complete basic maths.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes dueling for fun
Likes reading and drawing
Like nature and flower walks.
Dislikes city smog and smoke
Dislikes crowds.
Virtues & Personality perks
Exceptionally selfless to those who need it.
Deeply empathetic
Willing to prove himself to a group.
Vices & Personality flaws
(post time skip) drinking.
Often bites off more than he can chew and struggles to stay rational under duress.
Personality Quirks
Fiddles with his facial scar when he's thinking.
Finger popping and knuckle cracking.
Hygiene
Good. Almost a neat freak as he still adopts the 'every chance counts' mindset.
Social
Contacts & Relations
None to speak of.
Family Ties
Gwynithar was his stand in father.
Religious Views
Non religious... Accepts they are there but don't believe the gods came into existence to help him.
Social Aptitude
Skilled in social interactions and a good diplomat though struggles to be flexible.
Mannerisms
Rather well spoken but breaks back into a more working class common if under duress.
Spent so long as an attendant and apprentice he forgets he no longer is.
Hobbies & Pets
Enjoys basic card games and betting games like poker and rummy.
Wishes he could have a pet pseudo dragon like Gwynithars
Speech
Eloquent with a slightly tinged mount Rillow accent.
Relationships
Wealth & Financial state
None. He was not a paid servant and apprentice. Only wealth is in his possessions.
A former scribe, linguist and duelist for the mage advisors of Legalia before the Dread King.
Character Location
Current Location
A couple of miles off mount Rillow
Alignment
LN
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Apprentice
Alchemist
Birthplace
Legalia
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Mount Rillow
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark green/grey with aura
Hair
Dark black and combed short
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Mottled grey
Height
5'4"
Weight
125lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
'I just want to be good enough'
'I always have the same dream... Where I'd be if none of this had happened.
Ruled Locations
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I Killed a Turtle
I'm scared. I don't know what I'm becoming. We found the chalice in the nearby caves and all I can focus on is that mission even now while I search for a sense of empathy for what I did.
We reached the lakebed and searched for a while before tracking the chalice to a cave, while exploring the cave I spotted a small cavern with a large rock and a chest in it. I activated my aura and... well... it gave me confidence to move, maybe arrogance in hindsight, not the usual angry, cold point of vengeance I feel.
The rock was breathing but I felt deaf to the risk of it, the moment I entered a creature emerged from the rock to attack and I fought back, I endangered Kit and Talon as they entered the fray to help me while Jaquee and Ashe left us to do their mission... Kit still can't bring himself to forgive Jaquee for the way she just left.
...It was a baby, a dragon turtle sure, but still a baby and I killed it... not just that, I made my friends kill it with me.
The chest was worth it though and so was the scavenged parts of the creature and I know that deep down, I also know that I should feel far worse for what happened but truthfully I know I only felt regret for endangering Kit and Talon.
That's what scares me, I have never been a lover of animals and I've always done what I've had to do but I can't help but feel the whispers, the vengeance and my own blood is driving me towards dark pragmatism. All I want is the utter destruction of the Dread King, even if it leads me to become a bigger monster than he ever was. I'm just scared of how far I know I'm willing to go.
I feel like I've managed to calm Jaquee and Kit just a little. They're both right and they're both wrong and I can't help but feel that's my fault... Just as I feel everyone is calming Ashe is starting to get tetchy and look around the group. I feel like she wants to say something, she doesn't often get this kind of look in her eyes.
Fletch visited
Fletch finally found the tomb and we were there waiting for him.
Its been a year, we've travelled and started to finally build a worthwhile settlement here in Yabott with other people and friends here with us. We have Blacksmifhs the green ravens and others in there and its almost like a home or a sanctuary of sorts.
But finally we can start taking some more aggressive steps towards the land and the Dread King.
Fletch has brought information to us. The chalice that he used against the dread King is nearby but lost. It may be able to save the black hand and give us allies there and maybe even stand against the Dread King... All we need to do is find it a day's travel away and bring it back safely... It's a little close to those forts that belong to the black hand but if we're quick it shouldn't be a problem.
So I'm preparing now and we can move off in a few hours.
Mount Rillow and The Golden Hand
Perhaps I shouldn't give these entries such exotic and, well, dramatic names... Gwynithar says it makes me sound like I'm a practising Bard rather than a practising attendant and assistant.
Well, irregardless, it seems to amuse him at the very least for now so he doesn't seem too frustrated by me and I keep going.
Mount Rillow is gorgeous, I know I should be paying attention to my duties but the space is fantastic, Lord Eodwynne's estate is fantastic, picturesque and gorgeous. Though I have not been able to see the lord himself as he is unwell I have been assured he is a larger than life individual and a talented swordsman (Gwynithar thinks I would do well to observe him if I get the chance as my defensive maneuvers need work). The mountains themselves loom in the distance and, I know this was the site of a disaster recently, but the nature in the area is so wild and untamed that I can't help but love it... I've not been given much choice though.
Today has been all about pomp and presentation, I had to iron and prepare my rapier and mage attendant uniform four times before Gwynithar was satisfied with it. After that I've been committed to book work and study as well as brushing up on my Gnomish for one of the esteemed guests, in case of meeting them that is and I was assured my Infernal and Abyssal would be of use for communicating with one of the Golden Hand. Alas, Gwynithar then spent the rest of the day working on maintaining the portal with the other mages while the golden hand came through, even I can tell they hummed with magic and power... deeply intimidating to the last of them. I'm rather glad I could stay in Gwynithar's tent to study or explore as the generals 'Asserted themselves'.
It's all very serious though Gwynithar has promised me that we can do some alchemy work when the portal can maintain itself so we can keep working on our mutagen projects and when we finish this job and return to the capital he is going to continue tutoring me in basic magic and safe applications of it. I might even get my own spellbook.
But, the sun is starting to set and the Generals have been gone for a number of hours. Gwynithar believes they have finished the job and will be back in just a few short hours. Strange though, the sky is alot darker than it usually is, the sun barely glows against it... I know there are some superstitious types who would call this a bad omen but I've never believed in that.
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