Dergoatean (prime)

Dergoatean (Dur-go-tee-un or Dur-goat-ee-un) is a Faendryl Dark Elf, nominally a Sorcerer but with a nearly equal dedication to physical combat. He encourages all he meets to call him by his chosen shortened name, Goat. He has a mostly-dormant psychic connection with and vulnerability to Grishom Stone, arising from scrying upon Stone in the aftermath of Cross Into Shadows. He serves as a sometimes-advisor to Wehnimer's Landing Mayor Cruxophim on matters of Occults Languages and Translation, due to his partial decoding of Ithzir language, magically-aided fluency in Giantman language, and minimal familiarity with Tehir.

Dergoatean does not worship any Arkati. He holds Lorminstra in high regard due to her cooperation with his Raise Dead scroll invocations, and Ronan for his aid during the events of Cross Into Shadows.

Initial Backstory

Dergoatean. Well Goat, really. It's tough to say.

16 years ago, Goat woke up outside of Helga's with a bad headache, some nausea, light sensitivity, and no recollection of the events of the night before... or any of the nights before that. He was almost convinced that he had an especially bad night drinking, until he felt his neck and noticed a tiny prick with just a bit of dried blood below it. None of the bar staff nor any of the townsfolk said they ever saw him before. He had just some vague recollections - that his name is Goat, or maybe Dergoatean when fully spelled out, and that he had some sort of connection with sorcery. He decided to pursue that connection, not knowing anything else. He definitely has a knack for sorcery, but he has never had the single-minded focus of "true" sorcerers, learning from independent study (and maybe latent memories) rather than courses in any academy. He eventually turned his focus to swinging a pike as well, and is quite proud of his progress as a generalist - he can swing, bolt, and ward while maintaining spells from all spheres of magic via his scroll and magic item collection.

It's clear that he has some amount of either Faendryl or Dhe'nar blood, but he doesn't know which. He doesn't understand either language, but he does mostly understand common Elven and Dark Elven. He has trouble speaking either tongue but he can get his point across.

Goat has no strong leads on what caused him to forget his memories, but with that pinprick wound in his neck, he figures he was victim of some poison. He thinks maybe he was important enough to eliminate, perhaps even important enough that he couldn’t be outright killed. He felt a connection with the ruined Palestra on his first visit to Old Ta’Faendryl, but also when he found a Dhe’nar whip-blade in a box once. Either possibility suggests that he could have once been a warrior with exposure to sorcery, rather than an actual sorcerer, but it’s very much just conjecture.

Goat considers himself a reasonable fellow who is interested in fairness and fighting for good, though he’s also interested in practical matters like power and his own survival. He knows sorcery is a dark art, and there's a part of him that delights in destruction, but he sees it mostly as embracing his natural talents, without any evil necessarily attached. Likewise, he sees how his fellow Voln brethren could be uncomfortable with him raising the dead, but he sees replacing an animus to be quite distinct from enslaving a soul. Still, he has occasionally been rattled by the possible contradictions of his ideals and his career.

He mostly gets along with inclusive people/cultures, but is used to being an outcast. He feels maybe the most comfortable with half-elves and half-krol, who know how it feels to not belong. Without the “baggage” of belonging to one group, he is relatively flexible socially - he can be a little silly around Rozy but more severe and formal with Azimar (who is a bit curious about Goat but certainly doesn’t seem him as an equal). When pressed about being one of us, or one of them, or one of whoever, he would generally say “I’m one of me.” He has adjusted to life without a past, and hasn’t spent much effort recently in uncovering his lost history, perhaps because he has no leads to go on.

With Goat having no known lifelong allegiances or ideology, he often has a measured approach to current events and may only partially take a side. Goat often tries to appeal to reason with unreasonable people, and asks for level-headedness amongst the single-minded or hot-headed. In that way, he often ends up as a foil that allows others to display their defining characteristics or perhaps to evolve toward a new idea or attitude.

Updated Backstory

May 2016 update

This played out in the pavilion just now, with Lylia and Maylan and others. Please consider this an addition/update to the bio I previously submitted. I have set Goat's culture to Faendryl, and am RPing him as rapidly re-learning the Faendryl language.

(This was prompted by the recent "you recall old memories" messaging during interaction with the Ithzir.)

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "I did mean to tell you about these memories of mine, though."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "I am, I was, a house servant."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "To a cartographer."

Speaking to Maylan, you say, "He was doing active research, the decades I was there. Or longer... the memories are still incomplete."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "He was kind to me."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "He, and his hired Palestra."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "WIth mere decades of service, he would sometimes offer me a place at the dinner table with him, after I set it."

Speaking to Maylan, you say, "I don't know what he was working on specifically."

Speaking to Maylan, you say, "But I'm pretty sure it was pushing the borders of his sanction."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "And of course, his Palestra ought to have made sure he didn't cross the line."

You ask, "Now, guess who put the needle in my neck?"

You point at yourself.

You say, "I believe discovered the cartographer and palestra in a compromising position."

You say, "One that would've strained the Blade's credibility."

You say, "They had drawn suspicion already."

Lylia says, "It is not something forbidden, although it is unorthodox, to say the least."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "To be sure. But if the pair were already suspect, it would be trouble."

You say, "Instead, we agreed on the plan."

You say, "They would take me far away, to nowhere."

You say, "Leave me outside a tavern."

You say, "And I'd administer the solution."

You say, "I don't know what they were studying but I expect it was important enough that I would agree to such drastic measures."

You say, "But it leads to an interesting bit of conjecture."

You ask, "What if the plane they were studying was populated by the Ithzir?"

You ask, "What if it were Kol Tar'sken?"

You ask, "Perhaps would've made it all the more likely that the memory would've surfaced recently?"

Speaking to you, Maylan says, "Well you did seem to grasp their language better than the rest of us."

Lylia says, "Which would make you the most suitable conduit, perhaps, for Ran'Lock as you had had some acquaintance with the Ithzir in books if not in person."

You say, "I know the cartographer and blade had taught me some things."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "Could all be some kind of Ithzir trick, I suppose."

Speaking to Maylan, you say, "When I came to after the memory loss, I had a strong sense I'd make a decent sorcerer."

You say, "Wasn't until years later that I thought of taking up a pike."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "I can no longer say I'm Faendryl, the way you can. Effortlessly and obviously. But I'm okay with that."

Speaking to Lylia, you say, "That I can say it with any confidence at all is worth something."

OOC

Dergoatean's player published a [Goat's Mutant Sorcerer Guide] to Whirlin's (rescinded) sorcerer guide, for those who would like to attempt a "mutant" (weapon-using) build.