The Atlantic Mage Tower Presents
Percival, Mage of the Tower
Life of Percival - The Beginnings of a Battlemage
Hail and well met, friend of the Tower! I am the battlemage Percival, and this is the story of my beginnings.
I was born in Yew, the son of a bowyer and his wife. I had one
older brother, Liam. We and our parents lived happy lives, with myself taking
after my father and learning the trade of the bowyer. I would follow my
father into the woods and help him cut wood from the great Yew trees
that grow so vast in that area. After we returned from our trips, we
would carve the wood into bows and test them on the targets around our
house. My brother was a guard-in-training. It was he that taught me the
ways of blades and tactics. Like I said, it was a happy life. Until the
orc raid, that is. Those vile and filthy creatures attacked Yew by the
hundreds. The defenders were pushed back to Empathy Abbey, and it was
there at that holy place that our parents were slain defending the city.
This was the end of my happy family life. My brother and I both swore
vengeance, but I knew that I needed to train first, for I was only 14.
My 17 year old brother felt no concern for such needs. I was there when
he stepped into that swirling blue moongate to Cove. If he was
successful or not in his battles I know not, for I have yet to see him
again. I have only received one letter from him since that fateful day.
I still often wonder about him. Is he still alive? Will I ever see him
again? I ask myself these questions and more. But back to my story. With
my family gone, I had no real ties to Yew. I quickly set off eastward,
towards unexplored lands, to begin my training.
Halfway between Yew and the Crossroads, I came upon a guard post
lying in the wilderness. It was there that I met Sir Arther, one of Lord
British's Order Knights. After relating to him the story of my loss, we
became great friends, and he became my mentor. It was he that taught me
the true ways of the warrior. He told me that a true warrior fights for
things other than vengeance. A true warrior fights for virtue and the
ways of light. The way of the warrior is choosing a set of cardinal
virtues and living by them. With his guidance, I chose the virtues of
Valor, Justice, Honor, Honesty, and Spirituality. I stayed there for
over a year and learned all that I could. After this time, his interim
at the outpost was fulfilled. We parted ways as friends there, he to his
family and I to my revenge. I then traveled on towards Vesper.
On my way, I encountered an evil mage trying to burn down the
homes of a village of peasants. That was my first encounter with true
magic. After a long and hard battle, I finally defeated him. Afterwards,
I remember thinking how great this powerful magic might be if used
against evil. With that thought in mind, and slightly singed, I traveled
into Vesper. While there I ran into an old friend of my late father. He
had not heard of my fathers death, so I told him the sad news and of my
journey. It just so happened that he himself was a mage. He offered to
train me, so I took some more time off of my journeys. At the end of
that time of learning, Artrerius and I parted ways, he having taught me
the casting of the first two circles. From that point on, I had to train
myself. I then set off to Cove, to do battle with the orcs that
constantly besiege that small village.
There in Cove I spent seven months, slaying orcs with arrow,
blade, and spell. And I was never once happy, for at this place was only
warriors. None of them shared my love of the Mystic Arts. It was at this
point that I realized that there was more to life than revenge. I set
off for the grand city of Trinsic, passing through violent Britain on
the way. In Trinsic I became efficient at casting spells through the
fifth circle, and during my studies I heard of a city of mages called
Moonglow. I decided that I would like to continue my training in
Moonglow.
As soon as I stepped onto the docks, I realized that this
small, peaceful city on this small, peaceful island was where I truly
belonged. I gathered up my backpack and weapons, the totality of my
worldly goods, and set off to find room and board at the Student's
Hostel, a room in which I still reside. There in Moonglow I practiced and
became successful with spells through the seventh circle of magic. I
then began a career as a "Gater," helping people get from one city to
another. It was during a period of unemployment that I heard of a new
fellowship of mages, called the Mage Tower. I decided to check it out,
and it was there that I met the great mage Tiffric and the lovely
paladin Strega. After conversing with them for a while, I decided to
inquire about membership. I have been a Mage of the Tower ever since
that glorious day. My life had changed from a seeker of vengeance to a
seeker of friends, true love, and good times.
I still continue my studies of the arts arcane, and I have now
become a master of my art. My next goal is to achieve my grandmaster of
magery. But I still find an occasional use for my heavy crossbow and my
large collection of axes and other bladed weapons.
*laughs*
I wouldn't have it any other way! Fare thee well, my friends, and may
the light shine on your paths. 'Til next we meet!
P.S. - Does it mean that a llama is smarter than a mage if it refuses to
attack a Lord of the Abyss, and the mage attacks the daemon anyway?
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No Llamas were injured during the creation of this webpage. They are however, sometimes smarter than a mage.