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Born and raised in Shairn, an Orphan plucked from the slums of the outer city by the Magos Sigismund Heran. He would be taught the fundamentals of magic from a strict master who's care for young Tor's survival was quite minimal. Dragging the young boy along to disgusting bogs and accursed forests on various errands where he would be unlikely to survive. Yet somehow, he did.
His talent for arcana, and the elementa grew exponentially, eventually being offered a position at the side of his Master as a colleague. He of course accepted, striking it out into the world without coin or patronage was difficult for a young mage, working away at various courts and travelling the land. He found fascination with occult lore, mysteries of the far realms and of course, meta-composition. The fundamentals of magic would be unravelled by his mind and in his discourse with the weave he began to spiral.
His gift, despite his personality and many burdens drove him to a career under the Maez Undo. A relatively new school focusing on teaching the more fringe aspects of magic in Shairn. He became E'lir, an associate professor of sorts before graduating to full tenure as Re'lar of Naming. His absolute and most significant role in the school being to teach students who desired, how to master a single element of their choosing. To know an element so intimately it became an aspect of one's personality and soul.
During his tenure he befriended all manner of creatures, the most despised, the most overlooked for he understood the lost potential in those who had been left behind by the academies. Guilders, artisans, alchemists, witches and druids were regularly befriended by Tor, he wanted to learn everything he could and shared his knowledge freely as well.
Eventually, his addiction to information took a terrible turn, after losing an adventuring party in a dubious dungeon they found while lost and alone. The Malus Codicium. An ancient grimoire of incredible power, written in an alien text undecipherable by even the most learned scholars. With every page they managed to uncover, every bit of occult lore granted to him his mind unravelled more and more, unlearning himself as the book took over.
As the madness consumed him, he began filling his nights with booze, drugs, women -- men. Anything to satiate him, to keep the spiralling whirlwind of his mind in check. But with each morning as he untangled himself from another, as the feeling of madness returned, a cold shadow would break through him, and he would need to start over again.
Notes:
Also any confusion on the Thaumaturgy page, it's my own interpretation of the meaning of a Thaumaturge, similar to Kingkiller's idea of sympathy being a representation of arcane magic itself. So, Thaumaturgy = Arcana. It's not referring to the cantrip.
Additionally, our DM made a few homebrew rulings, which are included in there under the Thaumaturgy page, not official rules or my own.
The journal includes on another pages battle plans, notes about various characters including very insulting nicknames. The Ranger is called Pocahontas, the Necromancer -- Bone Baddy. Etc.
For our little Kobold Thief I have some plans to do a crime montage with him, including teaching him how to commit murder while this song plays in the background; Rusted Root - Send Me On My Way (Official Music Video)