Maros (platinum)
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Maros (Age approximately 37, Birth date unknown) is a figure of significant renown in the Principality of Evashir. His origins trace back to the serene and secluded Toskathyr Mountains, where he first exhibited a remarkable aptitude for the arcane arts. Maros's talent flourished at the prestigious Thyrvalt magical academy, recognized for its role in developing eminent practitioners of elemental magic. His proficiency in controlling fire swiftly captured the interest of the principality's ruling elite, the Tainach and the Khyditic Quorum. Maros emerged as a key figure in uncovering ancient magical secrets, extending his explorations well beyond the confines of Evashir. Driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, he embarked on extensive travels across Elanthia, delving into lost ruins and recovering forgotten artifacts.
In the year 5097, Maros unexpectedly vanished, sparking widespread speculation about his fate, with rumors suggesting a possible demise in the perilous ruins of Rhoska-Tor. For nearly three decades, his whereabouts remained a mystery. However, in a surprising turn of events in 5121, Maros reappeared, remarkably unchanged by the passage of time. Accompanying him were two unusual bodyguards: a forest gnome and a giantman mercenary named Korgath (platinum). This unexpected return, coupled with his enigmatic companions, has only intensified the intrigue surrounding his research. His sudden re-emergence has fueled speculation around his discoveries and his true intentions.
Appearance
Flames dance around Maros wreathing him in a torrent of violent energy. You see Maros the Firestormer.
He appears to be an Evashiran Dark Elf.
He is tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He has red-rimmed steel grey eyes and ebon skin. He has very long, flowing silver hair.
He has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on his finger, and a gold-inked intricate fire rune on his neck.
He is wearing a scarlet ruby flame pendant suspended from a black cord, a rune-carved gold amulet set with fiery jacinth cabochons, a voluminous mist tartan cloak lined in silver-tipped aquerne, some rectangular silver framed spectacles inscribed with black pearl runes, a fel twig herb basket with a split leather lid, a silver-thread runestaff sling, an ebon spidersilk backpack stitched with a fire rune, a black leather vest covered with numerous runes, some ensigiled casting leathers, a coiled mithglin chain armband, a deep crimson imflass band set with a dragon's-tear ruby, an extravagant spidersilk pouch, and a smooth dark ironwood case set with a labyrinth of silvery vaalin wire.
Significant Items
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A Painter's Peril: Strange Mist in Icemule
Whispers of forgotten journeys emanate from the worn spine of a scorched journal. Bound in Dark Elven script, Maros's relic trembles with arcane knowledge. 19th of Eorgaen, 5124 A chilling mist engulfs the center of Icemule Trace. Brush hovering mid-air, Cydris succumbs to the mist's insidious touch. Gasping breaths betray her terror, visions of a crimson-haired woman and bone-chilling laughter warping her mind. Collapsing beneath the unforgiving gaze of the frozen town, she enters a trance-like state, whispering of light and danger. Continue reading...Today, I witnessed a curious and concerning incident in the Town Center of Icemule Trace, which I feel compelled to document. As I observed from a distance, Cydris, a youthful Illistim Elf known to me by sight, seemed engaged in her artistic pursuits. Her actions, however, soon took a turn towards the unusual. Initially, Cydris showed clear signs of fatigue, her efforts at painting waning. She packed away her red oak easel and paintbrush, signaling an end to her day's work. But it was the thickening mist around her, carrying an eerie dampness, that drew my attention. The atmosphere felt heavier, almost charged with a latent energy, not entirely natural. During this time, Bwa, my diminutive gnomish companion, approached Cydris. He offered her a walnut-filled fudge brownie, likely in an attempt to provide comfort. Before she could consume it, the elf's condition continued to deteriorate. She stumbled towards a bench, her movements sluggish, her demeanor one of disorientation. I observed with a mix of intrigue and concern. The mist seemed to cling to her, almost palpably affecting her well-being. It was an unusual phenomenon; the mist appeared normal but had an unnatural quality that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Lord Virion, another Elf of some repute, expressed his worries, particularly about the mist. His comments suggested a familiarity with such occurrences, though he appeared as puzzled as I was about its specific nature here. Bwa tried to intervene with his meager abilities, but to little avail. Cydris eventually slumped into a state of unconsciousness, completely succumbing to whatever malaise had taken hold. It was unsettling to see her lie there, unresponsive to the world around her. This incident leaves me with more questions than answers. The nature of the mist, its connection to Cydris's sudden decline, and the inability of magic to provide relief are aspects I find deeply intriguing. As a wizard, I am drawn to mysteries of such a kind, and I feel this may warrant further investigation. Could this be an isolated event, or a harbinger of something more? Only time, and perhaps a deeper delve into the arcane, will tell. Needs Further Arcane Scrutiny: Mist does not appear to react to my magical defenses, nor blessings from the gnome. Strange indeed. Possible blood magic, should proceed with caution. Insights and Curiosities Noted: What is the source of the mist and its effects? Potential connection with the missing Saxe family member, Thanela Saxe and this incident in Ta'Vaalor? Must extract additional information from the giant.
