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Name: Ludger Fürstenberg
Age: 85
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Level of Skill: Grand Master
Field of Focus: Lore of Fire
Background: Ludger Fürstenberg is one of the most renowned fire mages in all of Everfree. He’s humble begin saw him the son of a lumberjack. His talents for fire magic was discovered at a young age, when he almost burned down his own crib! Of course, fire and timber don’t exactly go well together, and the young Ludger wasn't exactly mature enough to control his powers properly, much to his delight.
So his parents sent him to a magic boarding school at a young age to prevent him from burning down their entire business, though did so out of love more than anything and would often visit. There, the young lad’s magic potential was realized, catching the eye of one of the Order of the Flame. Said individual would offer him an apprenticeship in the ways of the flames, how to better control it, and perhaps use it for more than just destructive services….of course, there definitely were opportunities to burn stuff down to the ground.
:Ludger was brought to an academy, one designed specifically to hone the skills of fire magic. There, he was trained, mentored, and graduated. Soon he found himself a full fledge wizard and member of the order. He would go out into the world, an agent of the Order of Flames. Ludger’s reputation was made, however, by his martial poweress. Weather that was on the battlefield or off of it, his power was rivaled only by grand masters in his order.
Soon, Ludger would grow to middle age and become one of the youngest Grand Masters of his order, and soon he too would take an apprentice. Ludger had two apprentices during most of his adulthood, both would grow to the level of master...though that was where their story ended, where their flames would burn out...
It was not easy for Ludger to see those flames die out...but he did not stop with his life. By now, he’d had grown old and was unmarried, some may even say to the age of retirement. But Ludger would refuse, the retirement home was not where he wanted to spend his last few days; he wanted to spent those days traveling the world, meeting people, and burning on until every last drop of life has left him.
It was here during his travels when the Crimson King took over the lands of Everfree. Ludger, through his contacts both in and out of the Order, had found out about the Crimson King...but he also found out about something….something may put an end to the Crimson King’s reign of blood and terror.
It was that something that lead the old wizard to the port city of Uoduford...
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Name: Frederick Hössler
Age: 32
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Level of Skill: Master
Field of Focus: The Celestial Order(Incompesses Weather Magic)
Background: Frederick's life didn't begin all happy and cheery, being the son of a thief father and an actress mother. His father was never home, his mother on the other hand was only slightly more present than his father, but that wasn't saying much. Because of this, he was raised by his mother’s grandparents, who saw him more as a product of his mother’s recklessness, and therefore resented his very existence. His own mother saw her son as more of a burden and a nuisance, blaming him when her career was taking a toll, even going as far as to beating him whenever things in her life went wrong.
Needless to say, Frederick’s life was unpleasant at the best of time. But things grew worse when he would receive visions during the nights, seemingly of the future. This would cause him to wake up screaming and crying, much to the annoyance to his grandparents. Such an occurrence became frequent by the day, leading to many self-proclaimed psychologists to call him mad. Seeing her chance to finally ditch this burden, Frederick's mother had plans to have her son hauled off to a asylum. But Frederick was able to foretell this, and the night before he was suppose to be hauled off, he escaped.
For a few months, he lived on the road and the streets, begging and sleeping under what ever shelter he could find with nightmareish visions being an daily occurrence. One particular day he was out begging in one the towns, when a group of children happened upon him and started harassing him, calling him names and throwing rocks at him. But Frederick was saved when a particularly well dressed man carrying a magical iron staff approached. With a tap from the bottom of his staff, the man summoned a blue gus of wind that quickly scattered the children, sending all but Frederick running down the streets. The strange man then proceeded to pick up the beaten boy, and carried him back to his own residence. Frederick was about 6 when he was rescued from the streets.
The man turned out to be a wizard, a wizard of the celestial order, who had foretold of Frederick’s gift. Turned out the visions the boy had was part of a talent he had regarding the celestial order. The man offered an apprenticeship for the boy, after feeding him of course. Frederick had no reason to turn down the offer, and soon became an apprentice wizard.
Life was considerably better under the tutelage of his new master, who became like a father he never had, thought it was still difficult. If he was not studying the various books in the library, he was out scrubbing bird poop off the telescopes on the domed observatories. Frederick took this opportunity seriously, and he was a diligent student and hard working assistant. Amongst the various aspect he learned of the celestial order, such as observing the stars or honing his magic in such things as observing possible futures, he was taught other skills, such as navigation, a bit on survival, and even sword fighting, amongst other things. By the time he was in his late teens, Frederick was quite the skilled wizard in his field, able to graduate from apprenticeship at a relatively young age.
After becoming proper wizard, he ventured out into the world to conduct his own research and to assist the government wherever he can. Years later, a larger call was put out, and a message was sent to him by his master. A large military campaign was taking place, and his master was participating in it. Frederick too decided to join, his master having taught him martial skills amongst the other things. On the campaign trail, the two served as not only valuable offensive power but also valuable in a support role, gaining valuable intelligence through their magic skills or bolstering the troops with magic.
However, during one of his visions, he saw the death of his master on the field of battle. At first he believed it was only a possibility, such a thing occurred with his powers. But time and time again he saw into the mist, he saw the same outcome. Fearing the worse, he rushed to tell his master, hoping to change it. But for whatever reason, his master only laughed, and told him that he too knew had this vision, and he was ready to embrace his fate. Frederick begged him not to participate in the next battle, but his master refused, saying it must be done to secure victory. Then for some reason Frederick’s master turn the conversation onto him. His master told him, something greater was soon to be a foot, he had foretold it, but Frederick was to have a part in this, he had foretold this also. But in order to achieve such a thing to occur, the master had to sarcrfice himself. Greater things were afoot, the master said, greater than just him. The master then unstrapped the sword dangling in a sheathe from his side, and handed it to him. The blade was called “Moon’s Edge”, a magical sword passed on for centuries from celestial wizards to apprentices. His own master had given it to him shortly after his death, and now Frederick's master was passing it on to him. For the first time in years, Frederick cried, harder then when his own mother beat him, harder when he first received visions of the future. Falling to his knees, he cried out “I don’t understand!”, repeating the phrase over and over again while he clung to his master’s robe. His own master could only hold him, tears falling as he suddenly embraced Frederick. The master told his apprentice that he may understand things, or even ever, but what he was to do today was for his tomorrow.
The dreaded battle came and went, the vision both of them saw came to fruition; Frederick’s master died during the climax of the battle, but he was able to cast a spell that was able to secure victory before he passed. The man died a hero, but it was little comfort to Frederick, who felt virtually nothing after the battle had ended. Frederick served the rest of his term, returning to his master old home after the campaign had ended to find his master’s will, which stated that Frederick was to inherit all his belongings, as his master had no children of his own or next of kin. However, his master’s former home came along with too many memories, so instead of staying he decided to move. Along with the house Frederick grew up in and all its stuff, his master also left behind a countryside observatory. Donating the facility in town to the local magician college, he moved the majority of his master's belongings to this home far in the countryside.
Frederick would go on to live there in semi-seclusion for nearly, swearing off the majority of human contact for fear of repeating what had happen with his master. Around the little observatory, he placed a spell that made the shrouded the observatory in fog, made it seemed unremarkable but not impossible to find. He lived like a hermit, devoting the majority of his time to his study and research, but kept honing his other skills such as combat and cooking. Didn't mean he never left his home, from time to time he could be seen in town picking up supplies or in the woods, though he would rarely converse socially. He’d even receive visitors, usually persistent nobles or travelers who wanted their future predicted, and would only foresee it just so they would leave. On occasion, Frederick would leave home and travel to the cities for a convention to present his research and swap ideas with fellow wizards. But he would never stay for any pleasantries, showing up simply to present his findings and then listening to the lectures of others, even asking questions and discussing such findings, but he would always leave immediately afterwards.
This went on for nearly an entire century, before he received a peculiar vision. It started one night when he saw in a vision one of the townsmen warning him about this new king, but he didn't think much of it at first. The next he went into town for supplies, the same townsmen from his vision approached him and gave him the same warning, to which Frederick said he already knew and waved him off. At the time, Frederick thought if this so-called Crimson king just wanted an artificial oath of loyalty in exchange for peace and quiet, what was so bad about it? That's what he thought, as he left the town and entered the woods, where moments later he would sit himself under a tree to meditate.
What came next was a string of visions, starting off with a group of soldier riding for what looked like he village he was in. The next one was a scene in which a group of magic looking people gathered within a city, but standing amongst them was...himself? The next one was peculiar, it was not a vision but a memory, the day before the big battle, in which he had confronted his master. The last vision he received, the moment his master died, snapped him out of his meditative trance. What did this mean? Frederick pondered that question that sleepless night. He had never had a vision like this. Was this a message? But from whom? The people in his vision? Maybe...his master? Was this the greater good his master spoke of all those years? What did it all mean!?
Frederick had so many questions but no answers. Though, he had a feeling, a bunch more of, that these people were important in some way, and they had to survive. Perhaps this was the greater good his master died for, maybe it was his charge to protect these relatively young people? He had no idea, nor did he have an invitation. But it seemed that his destiny might be tied to these people, invitation or no. That very night he packed up all he needed for travel and even research, taking his most important works and books with him as well as his , as if he expected never to return, though not enough to burden him in travel. Frederick left the safety of his home before the crack of dawn, with a direction in mind. Frederick’s vision of the future part of the port was blurred and cloudy, but he knew one thing about his immediate future: It was in that city.
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-Moon’s Edge is a magical sword crafted centuries ago but is still in tremendous shape. Past down from celestial wizards for generations, the sword is naturally in tune with magic of the celestial order. As a result can channel celestial magic through it.
-Frederick can summon a metal staff with a blue orb on top at any given moment.
-Frederick carries on him an assortment of star mapping tools on his body, as well as some scrolls, and a spellbook chained to his belt.
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