Norwin Stoneyeye

Norwin Stoneyeye

Former Professor of Elemental Magics & Theory at Gorundia's University of Magery

Norwin Stoneyeye is a gnome wizard of remarkable intellect, boundless curiosity, and an impish sense of humor. With his sharp, grey eyes gleaming beneath bushy white brows and his flowing white hair often in disarray, he cuts the image of both a venerable scholar and a lifelong trickster. His short, well-kept beard twitches when he’s amused—a frequent occurrence, as he delights in harmless pranks and clever wordplay.

"Magic is a conversation, not a command. You listen to the fire, you coax the wind, and sometimes—if you’re very lucky—you convince the ground not to swallow you whole."

For over fifty years, Norwin was a tenured professor at Gorundia’s prestigious University of Magery, where he taught Elemental Magics & Theory. His lectures were equal parts brilliance and chaos, filled with unexpected sparks of fire, sudden gusts of wind, and the occasional floating student when a demonstration got out of hand. He was beloved by his students, feared by overly serious administrators, and regarded as an eccentric genius by his colleagues.

"A good teacher protects his students. A great teacher makes sure they get away with it."

Despite his many accolades, Norwin’s tenure came to an abrupt and scandalous end following an incident involving a botany laboratory, a handful of particularly reckless students, and an unfortunate amount of uncontrolled lightning. The resulting explosion obliterated years of research on eggplant growth—a loss the university deemed catastrophic. Though his students were responsible, Norwin refused to see them expelled. Instead, with a knowing smirk and a twinkle in his eye, he took the blame.

Stripped of his titles, dismissed from his post, and saddled with an overwhelming debt for the damages, Norwin left the university behind. Now, he finds himself in the free city of Bard’s Gate, where a wizard of his caliber can surely carve out a new existence. Whether as a scholar-for-hire, a magical consultant, or a wandering trickster with spells up his sleeve, Norwin intends to make the most of his exile.

"I may have lost my title, my job, and my pension, but as long as I have my wits and my spells, I’d say I came out ahead."

He carries with him not just the weight of his past, but a deep-seated love for magic in all its unpredictable wonder. Though humbled, he remains ever the mischievous sage, ever the seeker of knowledge, and ever the old fool who can’t resist a good joke.