The Emerald Spire

The Thoughts of Durel

When people first meet me I tend to fade in the background but I will speak up when I have something to say.  Yelling at me will not help my situation either.  If I choose to walk away it is because I do not wish to be there.  I will do what needs to be done plain and simple.  I use my magic when it is necessary.  I will not waste it on frivolous things.  My magic is a gift from Nethys and is to be used wisely.  While my companions may jump into situations I will often hang back slightly to observe and support.  Money is for the benefit of knowledge.  If I am in a situation where the spending of gold will keep me and those with my similar goal alive I shall do it, if it is a mere trinket is it of no use to me.

Growing up in the enclave of Nethys scholars and clerics was good for opening my mind to new things, but socially it was not an easy one. The group pushed me in my studies for any and all knowledge.  If I didn't respect the thirst for knowledge and those with more knowledge than you, you were punished.  I was never beaten as I know others would have, but the cutting words of disappointment, and derision went far deeper. The constant threat that if I didn't live up to the expectation set before me, no matter if I was performing things well beyond my years, I would be turned on onto my own without my mother.   That is why when I speak it is for a purpose.  I would prefer in most situations for others to speak due to that ingrained fear that I will be turned away from my companions if I say something wrong.  
After each scolding by the scholars and clerics my mother would comfort me saying they didn't really mean it but just as they were brilliant at what they do, they also were borderline madmen.  In order for me to have an outlet other than simply study, my mother encouraged me to take on a craft of some sort.  I think she would have preferred that I take up candle or cheese making, instead I became fascinated by the crafting of arms and armor. The mixing of the metals, and forging from steel fascinated me.  When the magic of the scholars were added to them they became true works of art.

When people first meet me I tend to fade in the background but I will speak up when I have something to say.  Yelling at me will not help my situation either.  If I choose to walk away it is because I do not wish to be there.  I will do what needs to be done plain and simple.  I use my magic when it is necessary.  I will not waste it on frivolous things.  My magic is a gift from Nethys and is to be used wisely.  While my companions may jump into situations I will often hang back slightly to observe and support.  Money is for the benefit of knowledge.  If I am in a situation where the spending of gold will keep me and those with my similar goal alive I shall do it, if it is a mere trinket is it of no use to me.

Growing up in the enclave of Nethys scholars and clerics was good for opening my mind to new things, but socially it was not an easy one. The group pushed me in my studies for any and all knowledge.  If I didn't respect the thirst for knowledge and those with more knowledge than you, you were punished.  I was never beaten as I know others would have, but the cutting words of disappointment, and derision went far deeper. The constant threat that if I didn't live up to the expectation set before me, no matter if I was performing things well beyond my years, I would be turned on onto my own without my mother.   That is why when I speak it is for a purpose.  I would prefer in most situations for others to speak due to that ingrained fear that I will be turned away from my companions if I say something wrong.  
After each scolding by the scholars and clerics my mother would comfort me saying they didn't really mean it but just as they were brilliant at what they do, they also were borderline madmen.  In order for me to have an outlet other than simply study, my mother encouraged me to take on a craft of some sort.  I think she would have preferred that I take up candle or cheese making, instead I became fascinated by the crafting of arms and armor. The mixing of the metals, and forging from steel fascinated me.  When the magic of the scholars were added to them they became true works of art.

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Is this like one of those Magic Eye posters and if I stare long enough I will see a message :-)

The Thoughts of Durel
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