Ludwig Terrasteel
Wingbreaker Ludwig Terrasteel
Warning to my DnD Players:
This article is part of Ludwig errasteels personal Diary and touches on major spoilers of the campaign. Do not read further!
This article is part of Ludwig errasteels personal Diary and touches on major spoilers of the campaign. Do not read further!
Before I came here
Day #2: Today I will tell you how I got to this place, it is actually kind of fascinating. I've been a wizard all my life, and a quite accomplished one at that. Before falling into this world I had set my sights on early retirement, teaching in a prestigeous magic school in the old world, east of the abyss on the continent of Montoora. I became a letter inviting me to a very high class wizards ball on Cavligor, the central continent, and although I, to this day, don't like fancy festivities, I attended. I needed to seek advice from a friend I made while studying on the main continent decades ago, but what ended up happening was that our ride by carriage got stuck inside a huge raging storm next to the pit. Our horses got spooked, tripped and fell down the side of a little cliff, sending our carriage in a spin that nine times out of ten could have recovered would the horses not have been attached to it. So I died, and here I am, alive and well again, not retired at all.My time here
Day #20: Now that a few days have passed my opinion on this place has changed. It is a whole new realm, I never thought possible to exist. All new ecosystems, all new magiks, a most exciting plane for a wizard indeed. Apparently this world is only a good six years old, but since all the people arriving here are coming from the old world, I will do my upmost diligent work to make their stay more safe than mine is at this very moment.I dont keep track of the dates anymore.... We are starting construction of a new school. I as part of the Rox Guild together with the main team and a few other members are building the Rox Academics, a school for newcomers educating them better than I was when arriving here, and giving them a skillset to be useful in this new society of theirs, either as crafters, builders, researchers, scientists or adventurers.
Another day, another entry: The building of the Academy is complete, and I was appointed Branchmaster of the Beastiarians tract, one of the most esteemed roles of a Soulventure. Branchmaster and Archlectore of the Beastiarians tract of the Rox academy.
A Confession
Okay book, this is between your pages and I. During our efforts of building the school, we discovererd something majorly cruel. We were bestowed upon a vision by the Spirit Aabriar Eudora Bridges. A prophecy so to speak that our old world would perish in but two decades at the most. Terrifying, is it not? I was pondering day in and day out on what this means for me and I can't seem to find the answer...I think I got it: Journal! I think I will have to propose something I never thought I would propose ever. We need a way to help the old world not to cease to exist. I have a proposition to Mr. Rox and his team that could give us a fighting chance... But it comes at great a cost. I plan to propose the following:
An addition to the Rox Academy. An intelligent being, pumping itself full of mana through the people living in its body. This mana is then to be dispensed into one single body to rapidly grow their magical powers and create a sort of super hero to do anything in their power to find a way for the saving of the old world.
Because let's be honest journal, the search for an answer is fruitless should we not resort to more drastic measures. Or am I a psychopath and going insane with old age?He accepted it! I did it book! I proposed my idea to Mr. Rox and he agreed to build this... thing. I do hope this was the right choice to make, yet if it isn't I accept my mishap and punishment with open arms.
My Powers
it is done book! The building of the Rahvka Rooms is finished! I will enter them as soon as the first students attend the school to test this out.My body... I never felt this way! I have just returned from my trial of the Rahvka Rooms and was granted the first of four big magical surges. My Hair has changed. I am stark white instead of my natural black hair, but that sacrifice is well accepted. With this new power I will be on the forefront of progression on Ignotas.
Book... I just accepted the second gift bestowed upon me by the almighty Rahvka Rooms and I feel... dangerously powerful. I feel like I could wield the powers of the sun and the moon within one palm of my hands. I wonder what the next powers will be. I need them. I need more power!
Yes! the third gift of the god I call Rahvka. He gave me power, he gave me wisdom, he gave me the tools I need to rid this world of all evil and rejoin the old world with ours. Yes. This is it. And all it took was a few magical powers from a few hundred first years. They can live on as citizens, and their powers are better off in my palm than anywhere else. I promise to give them a life worth living. If i can just get that last gift...
Did I... do the right thing? Journal. I have changed. My hair has turned stark white, my eyes are grey, my body frail and pulsing with energy it can not sustain for long. Now that I have the last piece of the puzzle, able to finally help this world where it needs it most, I am second guessing myself. I look myself in the mirror and... I don't see myself. I see a ghostly man that sacrificed the careers of thousands just so that he can become more powerful. I may be the third most powerful being on this planet, but now that I have all the power I could ever imagine having, I feel scared. This is not enough. I can not do this alone. I need help. More help. More powerful help from powerful people, and I know where to find them. They are, and have been, right under my nose. The students of the Rox Academy, a pool not of raw mana for my own taking, but a pool of potential. I don't know if the sacrifices I chose were in vain or not, but seeing myself like this, I was never more disappointed. I don't know what to do book.
My last entry. I will push to restrict access to the Rahvka Rooms to only the most capable, mentally strong and righteous souls of this planet. I now see that fostering powerful masses is more important than fostering a single monster of a mage. Now that I have seen where this leads and what happens to ones mind and body, I will devote myself to caring for those I hurt previously the most, my students. I would ask for forgiveness of a higher power, but there exists no thing like that. We are all alone in this realm, and there is no one watching over us.
When you stand atop the biggest mountain, there is noone to answer you. You answer those beneath you.
Alignment
Chaotic Good (CG)
Current Status
Teaching a Soulweaver class
Age
old
Children
Sex
male
Eyes
heterochromia, silver, blue
Hair
expressionless grey
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
tanned white
Height
175cm or 5‘9
Weight
66kg
Aligned Organization
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