Tales of Verimitha
High Elf Wizard studying in the school of Evocation
My long white hair and beard makes me look older then I am but my hair has been white since I was a child.
With spending my life in temple, I have little practical experience dealing with people in the outside world.
I also see omens in every event and action. The Gods speak to us, we just need to listen
Aspiration: I seek to prove myself worthy of Oghma favor by matching my actions to his teachings
With my centuries of study I proposed some theories to the temple hierarchy that got me branded as a heretic. While it goes against Oghma’s teaching, I will someday get revenge on the corrupt people who branded me as such.
I am suspicious of strangers and expect the worst from them.
I was born in Oghma’s main temple. My father a member of the temple hierarchy and my mother a priestess of the Goddess Mystra the deity of magic and mysticism. My youth was spent growing up in the main temple, most of the time reading the innumerable volumes of books and tomes that filled the main library. I developed an insatiable desire to learn all I could about the multiverse.
While my mother taught me many things about her Goddess Mystra and magic I came to dedicate myself to Oghma and the pursuit of pure knowledge. I eventually left to travel the world, going from temple to temple searching through their archives to quench my thirst for knowledge. Some times spending decades scouring through a temple’s archives, following clues that lead to long lost shrines, abandoned cities and hidden caverns.
After several centuries of research and discovery I developed some theories that I felt added to the existing dogma of Oghma and the multiverse. However when I presented my ideas to the high council they were soundly rejected and I was branded a heretic. I later came to find out that some members of the temple hierarchy had become more interested in silver and gold then the truth.
My faith in Oghma remained unshaken but stung by the council’s rejection I decided to go on a Aina’Lema or Holy Journey.. Saying good-bye to my mother I grabbed an old knapsack and headed for the wilderness. During my wondering I began to see visions while in my trances. Oghma showed me a goblin tribe has made it’s lair in a ruin now know as Cragmaw Castle, where they have defiled a sacred shrine. Now dedicated to the vile goblin god Maglubiyer, the alter is an offense to Oghma and must not stand. My visions also suggested that Sister Garaele- a priestess of Tymora, the Goddess of luck- may be able to aid me in the town of Phandalin.
I also found that Mother had stashed an old spellbook in the knapsack and I spent many an evening reacquainting myself to the magic she had shown me as a youth.