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@Penny

That would depend on the nature of 'over his head' and possibly what you mean by 'who'

For example most issues can be taken care of by summoning entities that can solve the problems for him either by being big and mean or knowing about what he wants to know.

So I suppose do you mean a go to summon or more of an ally to give him a safe haven? Or should I just get a hand full of demons he uses and an ally?

Ok i think this is fun and interesting enough to play with.



Im still here and brewing up ideas =)
Name: Jason Thorvald - Goes by Thaum
Character Concept: Magic user specialized in summoning rituals, very little evocation/explosive magic mostly used as punishments towards his servants. The servants are functionally enslaved and most (if not all) would kill him or allow him to die given the chance. Using Infernal creatures of evil or powerful Djinn he makes ends meet as an information broker. Though he tries to fight for the greater good when its possible.

Trouble: His magic is viewed as Evil and those who hunt warlocks have tried to kill him before, most magical creatures instinctively know what he is and loathe his existence, some do act violently.

i was having the hardest time thinking up a character until i was looking at my bookshelf and "The Amulet of Samarkand" stood out to me which hit me with inspiration, so ill shamelessly rip off concepts from that haha

Name: Jason Thorvald - Goes by Thaum
Character Concept: Magic user specialized in summoning rituals, very little evocation/explosive magic mostly used as punishments towards his servants. The servants are functionally enslaved and most (if not all) would kill him or allow him to die given the chance. Using Infernal creatures of evil or powerful Djinn he makes ends meet as an information broker. Though he tries to fight for the greater good when its possible.

Trouble: His magic is viewed as Evil and those who hunt warlocks have tried to kill him before, most magical creatures instinctively know what he is and loathe his existence, some do act violently.

Casting my interest! I'll work up something soon
I expect that's true, depending on how they repopulate. Probably hurt during the war, maybe some lean times right after (10-30 years) but surged back as other populations recovered like deer or whatever. Probably peaked a couple hundred years ago if they breed like other animals. Or about now if the are pretty slow.
I'm sure some heroes did that during the war, if not dragons then maybe drakes or wyverns. Which is close enough for legends to run with.

And Darius has no idea how old it is, besides youngish.
@SophrusAh damnit, i was hoping to play Dragonriders as "something that should never exist". Given that dragons see the small races as thralls... if not food.


That would make sense in current times, I would figure they would have been around during the war though. But I can edit (probably tomorrow) If you want. Not a big deal to me
Darius


Darius rolled out of his cot at the inn and glanced outside, "Ah blast it ye old coot, sleeping through half the day. Bah!" He continued a stream of incomprehensible grumbling as he gathered his belongings and prepared himself for the day. Once done he went down stairs and ordered a huge breakfast with stout ale, it was late morning and the bar maid was not accustomed to serving ale so early. He hastily scarfed down the meal and payed for everything, with an extra silver for the maid.

He left the tavern and called the golems and cart to his side by simply shouting into the barn. He waited a moment while the large golem dragged the cart outside, "Right, c'mon ya fat bastard. We needa find that wizard boy, Whats his name?" he said to himself not looking in the direction of the Defender. "Some 'elp you are" he said scowling at the machine knowing full well it cant speak. "Me thinks to go 'round the castle, I 'ear the architecture is interestin' maybe find that lad."

We wandered the streets when a dragon roared overhead, "Well now, don' see them round these parts. Hrmmpf" he grunted not a fan of the dragons that liked to eat dwarves and lay claim to the treasure rooms of dwarven holds. Though few dragons are old or powerful enough to lay low the defenses of an ancient city, but new outposts are frequently raided. "Looks like a youngling, mayhaps a year or three?" he glanced at the defender Golem "Oh sod off, i ain't a dragon-ology expert. Ye may haveta help the guard lads, I dont 'spect they fight many o' the lizard bastards"

Darius started walking quicker, The golem simply lengthened its stride to keep pace as they neared the landing site of the dragon. Darius rounded the corner just as the king spoke to the dragon.. no, not the dragon, the rider. Darius slowed, not having seen a dragon rider before. He had heard of them, sure, but never really thought that they existed since the great war. Darius came to a stop a ways back not realizing he was within a dozen yards of Arlo his gaze transfixed by the young dragon. A dwarven battle Golem and a dragon in a human city is a rare site, seeing both in a single day would be a once in a life time situation.




Mortan


The Lich paced his stony room troubled at the implications of his vision through the mage. "The war was supposed to be over, it must be over... I... I dont remember enough, and too much." Mortan paused in his pacing, tracing a bone finger along his exposed jaw bone, "No, no, the living will always wage their petty wars... But if none are living..." The Lich trailed off as he came to a decision.

Mortan turned to a small heap of corpses, most of them where old and rotten away to skeletons but a few where dry and desiccated like the Lich himself. "To end them all.. Ill need more." He stood over the pile and began softly chanting, a green-black orb of power growing in front of him.

“gtrah iru fangra,
gtrah iru fangra,
gtrah iru fangra,
Iah, Iah, Iah, Iah!”


The orb sank slowly into the pile and deformed to cover the whole thing. Limbs started twitching and corpses began pulling themselves together and rising. Before long a dozen skeletons and dried zombies stood before Mortan, awaiting orders. "Come!" He commanded and began striding out of his little workshop, he Ascended some stairs, through a hall and into a light that hadn't struck him in hundreds of years. He stood on a balcony of a fort's keep. He stared at the wasteland arrayed around him. Still scarred with craters from ancient dwarven siege weapons and the land sundered from terrible magic from ages past. All around the fort was still dead, no plants or animals dared to near the fort as the ancient war had left a blight on the land.

"Where to begin"

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