Description
A bent wizened old man is here stooped by the weight of time. A silvery
turning white mane of long unkept hair hangs in thick locks. Pointed and
withered ears barely wilt out from under his hair along with his sour
expression and scrunched unpleasant face he looks vaguely elfin. Coldfire
filled, iceblue eyes peer out from under bushy white eyebrows. His thin lips
are largely obscured by a long sweeping and largely tangled beard so great is
his beard that it is difficult to see much of his face besides a narrow
hooked nose. Something about this mans actions and calm reserve suggest he is
far more than just a crippled old man.
You also notice about this old man...
Role
The first chapter in a battered travel stained journal.
Added Thu Jun 28 01:13:11 2007 at level 51:
A dirty journal is sitting here, its nearly
destroyed cover reads in a flowing script
Laviter, there does appear to have been more
but its since been burned, water soaked,
acid etched and even looks as though someone
took a sword to it all things considered its
in suprisingly good condition.
Most of the early chapters consist of
magical notes and various other half hatched
schemes and ideas. Leafing through you come
across a rather flashy title page inscribed.
"The collections of the Scholar, Laviter
Asarti"
You skip over the index which is long and
filled with a number of presumptious titles,
finding yourself on the first chapter.
It is written in a flowing and elegant
script. Subtle signs in the handwriting tell
you much as you scan over its contents, the
writer is very certain of himself,
egotistical and quite arrogant. Clearly he
put himself into this work, obviously a
testiment something to withstand time.
The first chapter mostly rambles about his
childhood, largely you find it
inconsequential but certain things catch
your eyes.
"... I found myself enamored with the
libraries of Hamsah Mu'taaz...a librarian
not a glamorous job, but closer to the thing
I love, the knowledge so much, some of it
lost, other pieces discarded...by fluke I
discovered the hidden libraries where only
mages may enter...heaven perhaps to me, a
room filled with dusty mouldy old books to
most others...the first spell I successfully
cast was frostfingers...something about the
chill the cold single mindedness of magic
stirred a hunger in me...a thing to fill the
empty place in my soul that knowledge cannot
fill, Power and I had to have more..."
Mostly he rambles about unimportant details
but it turns out that the simple cantrip
frostfingers was the first in a long
succession of breakthroughs into the
elemental planes.
Another chapter in :The Collections of the Scholar, Laviter Asarti.
Added Thu Jun 28 01:21:40 2007 at level 51:
Scanning over the contents of the battered
journal you notice another chapter its title
page inscribed in indistinguishable almost
light absorbing ink
"The subtleties of Shadowmagic"
The first portion of this work largely
refrences works in the Chasm but not all of
it is unoriginal. A few notes in particular
catch your attention namely one that starts
out "There are a few types of Scions, there
are those that tend to be Zurcon worshippers
in nature, clearly the heralds of
destruction they reveil in nothing but the
fall of the world and the coming of the
Prophecy. Secondly there are those who see
the Ccul'Gra as a tool to achieve their own
personal and private goals. The latter are
usually distrustful of the Ccul'Gra, though
the histories indicate good reason for this
mistrust, Maelthien and Azuremain both are
prime examples of how the Ccul'Gra will do
what they can to undermine the agreement of
the Prophecy. Most will say I am in the
latter of these two groups. Let it be known,
I believe the Prophecy will come and I will
put forth my time and effort, My essense in
pursuit of this. But, my eyes will always be
open for another route a way in which I
Laviter Asarti can ascend alone."
Laviter Asarti: Summery.
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Pouring though this small unfinished journal
you find yourself able to recognize key
traits about Laviter.
He's certainly crazy, wants more power than
he already has and would stop at nothing
save destroying himself to get it. He isn't
much of a people person and tends to find
himself keeping books for company rather
than people. His chaotic nature is tempered
by a deep wisdom that often causes conflicts
in what he should do. Torn between doing
what he knows will benefit him or doing
something out of spite or because he's
motivated, too often seeking a place
inbetween these two extremes. He distrusts
the Ccul'Gra but knows where the power is
and knows that in their collective mind
there are secrets to power yet waiting to be
unlocked. He prefers the chill magic of
frost above all others, something about
being able to choose between freezing them
in one place for future study or pinning
them on the wall for a more direct approach.
Amuses something in his dark soul.