Name:

Name: Domongart Personality Traits:

Age: 20 Trait Score

Year: Kind +2

Gender: Male Introverted +2

House: Bjornaer Spontaneous -3

Covenant:

Player: Bill Decrepitude points: 0

Descriptions:

Reputations:

Type/Target Score

Violent +2

Characteristics:

Orig Curr Spec Abilities:

Int 2 2 Abilitiy Specialty Score Exp

Per 2 2 Dodge when surprised 3

Penetration Animal 3

Str 2 2 Finesse Rego 2

Sta 3 3 Alertness ambushes 2

Animal Ken wolves 1

Pre -2 -2

Com -3 1 Verditius Magic Creo 2

Certamen Creo 2

Dex 2 3 Parma Magica Perdo 4

Qui 1 2 Survival woodlands 1

Concentration ignoring sounds 2

Conf 3 Stealth forest 2

Siz -1 Staff wild melees 2

Virtues: Hermes History 2

Score Description Hermes Lore 2

+2 Heart Beast (wolf) Magic Theory 5

+2 Magical Animal Companion Speak Own 4

(wolf) Speak Latin 4

+1 Good Characteristic (Com = 1) Scribe Latin 3

+1 Lithe (+1 Dex, Qui, -1 Siz, No Sign Language with Sithec 2

fresh or unhurt

wound/fatigue levels)

+1 Enduring Constitution (wound

and fatigue penalties -1)

+3 Highly Skilled (20 pts of skills)

Wolf Virtues: Body Levels:

+1 Tough (+3 to soak) Level Modifier

+1 Hardy Convalescence (+3 to Hurt 0 __x__

damage recovery rolls) Light Wounds 0 _____

Medium Wounds -2 _____

Flaws: Heavy Wounds -4 _____

Score Description Incapacitated --- _____

-2 Verditius Magic (must cast

formulaic with focus, Soak Total = Prot + Sta + Siz = 7

no bonus from spell foci,

verditius magic skill) Fatigue Levels:

-4 Demon plagued (Rage; +12 on Level Modifier

demon's penetration, Winded 0 __x__

Infernal Might 24+) Weary 0 _____

-3 Fury (mistreatment of animals) Tired -2 _____

-1 Black Sheep (Reputation of Dazed -4 _____

Violence +2) Unconscious --- _____

-2 Incompatible Arts (perdo animal)

Fatigue Total = Stm - Enc = 3

Weapons: Armor:

Weapon Init Atk Dfn Dam Rng Spc Str Type Prot Load

Brawl 2 (0) 3 (0) 3 (0) 1 (0) --- 0 --- Scale Cuirass 5 2

Staff 9 (5) 7 (2) 11 (7) 5 (4) --- 2 -2

Init = Qui + Weapon Skill + Weap Init - Enc, Atk = (Dex or Per) + Weapon Skill + Atk Bonus, Dfn = Qui + Weapon Skill + Weapon Def - Siz

Dam = (Str + Siz) or (Nothing) + Weapon Dam, Rng = effective range of weapon, Spc = open paces around you for weapon use, Str = min Str for use

Equipment: Notes:

Load Item and Notes

0 Staff ___________________________________________________

2 Scale mail Cuirass ___________________________________________________

__ ______________________________ ___________________________________________________

___________________________________________________

Total Load = 2 ___________________________________________________

Encumbrance (Enc) = Total Load - Str = 0 ___________________________________________________

Magic Arts:

Technique Score Exp Form Score Exp Form Score Exp

Creo 5 Animal 6 Ignem 4

Intellego 2 Aquam 5 Imaginem 4

Muto 2 Auram 2 Mentem 2

Perdo 5 Corporem 3 Terram 5

Rego 5 Herbam 1 Vim 5

Casting Spontaneous Spells = Int + Tech + Form - Enc Casting Formulaic Spells = Stm + Tech + Form - Enc

Divide by 2 if spending Fatigue level, 5 if not Casting Ritual Spells = Formulaic Total + Concentration

Magic Resistance = Parma Magica x 5 (+Form and Bonuses) Targeting Roll = Perception + Finesse = 4

Concentration Roll = Intelligence + Concentration = 4 Fast-Cast Speed = Qui + Finesse - Enc = 4

Certamen = Int + Certamen + Tech + Form = 4 + Tech + Form Basic Lab Total = Int + Magic Theory + Tech + Form = 7 + Tech + Form

Maximum Vis Per Season = Magic Theory + Vim = 10

Spells:

Spell: Heat of the Searing Forge Form/Tech/Level: Cr / Ig / 10

Range: near / sight Duration: Inst Cast Total: 12

Target: Aim: Page: 215

Notes:

Spell: Spasms of the Uncontrolled Hand Form/Tech/Level: Re / Co / 5

Range: near / sight Duration: Inst Cast Total: 11

Target: Aim: Page: 210

Notes:

Spell: The Wound that Weeps Form/Tech/Level: Pe / Co / 15

Range: near / sight Duration: Inst Cast Total: 11

Target: Aim: Page: 210

Notes:

Spell: Mighty Torrent of Water Form/Tech/Level: Cr / Aq / 20

Range: spec Duration: spec Cast Total: 13

Target: Aim: Page: 200

Notes:

Spell: Thief of the Stolen Breath Form/Tech/Level: Pe / Au (Co) / 10

Range: near / sight Duration: Inst Cast Total: 11

Target: Aim: Page: 205

Notes:

Spell: Invisibility of the Standing Wizard Form/Tech/Level: Pe / Im / 15

Range: self / touch Duration: sun / year Cast Total: 12

Target: Aim: Page: 221

Notes:

Spell: Invocation of Weariness Form/Tech/Level: Pe / Co / 5

Range: near / sight Duration: Inst Cast Total: 11

Target: Aim: Page: 209

Notes:

Spell: Weaver's Trap of Webs Form/Tech/Level: Cr / An / 20

Range: near / sight Duration: sun / Inst Cast Total: 14

Target: Aim: Page: 196

Notes:

Spell: Pit of the Gaping Earth Form/Tech/Level: Pe / Te / 15

Range: near / sight Duration: Inst Cast Total: 13

Target: Aim: Page: 229

Notes:

Spell: Earth's Carbuncle Form/Tech/Level: Re (Mu) / Te / 5

Range: near / sight Duration: Inst Cast Total: 10

Target: Aim: +1 Page: 234

Notes:

Spell: Circular Ward against Demons Form/Tech/Level: Re / Vi / 20

Range: spec / ring Duration: Cast Total: 13

Target: Aim: Page: 234

Notes:

Domongart's story

Domongart was born of hard-working, well-respected parents.  The first

few years of his life were uneventful, and early on in his life he grew

comfortable with the fact that he would some day marry and take over his

father's position as leader of clan Colquhoun.  He worked hard at being

good at everything he did, and made his parents proud.  As fate would

have it, however, his simple expectations of life were not to be.

As his childhood progressed, Dom began to feel different.  It was if his

awareness of the world transcended the perception of his fellow

clansmen.  He began to feel as if his full potential was unrealized, and

that something about him was going to change.  This made him

uncomfortable, and short-tempered.  He began to spend more and more time

alone, as other people made him nervous and irritable.

One day, as Dom was walking through the countryside, trying to come to

terms with his newfound senses, a demon appeared before him.  Initially

terrified, he turned and tried to flee.  With lightening speed, the

demon was in front of him again.  Once again Dom spun around and ran,

and once again was intercepted.  Realizing that he couldn't escape the

vile beast, Dom stopped and prepared to fight.  He knew that the odds of

him being able to defeat this spawn of hell were slim, but he wasn't

about to surrender without a battle.  The demon did not attack, however,

but instead began to taunt him.  It spoke of Dom's feeling of hidden

potential, which surprised Dom for he had never told a soul about his

suspicions.  The demon began to talk of hell and of Dom's inevitable

place there among the ruling class.  "We've been watching you," it said.

 "Join us, and you will feel the power that only those of Hell can

possess!"  The demon continued to regale him with his potential future,

and gradually it's voice began to take on a droning, buzzing quality.

Dom felt his head spinning.  He knew the demon represented utmost evil,

and that the promises would come true at the cost of his very soul, but

the power of the beast was overwhelming him.  As the demon droned on,

Dom closed his eyes and fought to retain his sanity and his soul.

He heard a new noise.  When he opened his eyes, he saw a large wolf

standing just behind and to one side of the demon.  The wolf looked at

him, and he looked deep into her eyes.  "The Evil is stealing your

soul," the eyes seemed to say.  "You have within you the power to break

free.  Reach deep and find the power!"  Not knowing whether he had heard

the words or only felt them, Dom closed his eyes again.  He

concentrated, tried to shut out the buzz in his head that threatened to

overwhelm his sanity.

He never could remember what happened next.  In later years, he would

realize that he had most likely tapped into his innate magical ability,

and spontaneously created the spell that he desperately needed.  With

sudden realization of what was happening, the demon shrieked and

attacked Dom, just as Dom's powerful raw energy spell coursed out of his

outstretched hands.  There was a huge explosion, and Dom was thrown

backwards and knocked unconscious.  When he awoke, he was alone, and

hurt.  In his hand he discovered a long black wolf tooth.  In awe of all

that had happened to him, he made his way painfully back to home.

A couple of weeks later, having recovered from his wounds, Dom was

helping a man and two other youths his own age build a stone wall.

Hearing something behind him, Dom turned, and there sat the wolf, once

again looking at him.  As he took a step toward her, one of the other

boys shouted and threw a stone at the wolf, hitting her in the leg,

causing her to yelp in pain and run off.  Something inside Dom snapped,

and he picked up a stick and began beating the boy senseless.  When the

older man and the other boy tried to intervene, he began attacking them,

too.  Eventually, bruised and battered from the Dom's berserk assault,

the three ran for their lives.

Breathing heavily, Dom turned and proceeded in the direction the wolf

had taken.  He found her not far away, licking a small cut in her leg.

She sat and watched him as he tore off part of his shirt and bandaged it

around her leg.  Standing up, Dom once again looked into her eyes.

"Come with me."  He knew this time that the words were in his heart, not

his ears.  "Become as me, and I will take you to one you knows you."

Dom felt a stirring deep within him, and let the feeling spread to every

part of him.  Suddenly, he was a wolf, and instead of shock, he was

elated.  He felt as if he was finally beginning to unravel the mysteries

of his existence.  He knew his old life was older, and that his future

lay in a new direction.  With a happy bark, he followed the wolf into

his new life.

His new companion led him deep into a distant forest, to an old but

well-maintained house.  The owner of the house did indeed know Dom for

what he was, for the old man was an ancient Mage.  The old Mage taught

Dom for many years, helping him to acknowledge his power, teaching him

how to use it.  Dom found that he could wield great power, but only when

he was in contact with his icon, his black wolf tooth.  He kept the

tooth on a leather thong around his neck at all times.  The old mage had

many books of knowledge, and Dom studied them long and hard, trying to

better master his newfound abilities.  As Dom grew stronger in power and

learned more about the world, he remembered his encounter with the

demon.  He realized that Hell had indeed taken an interest in him, and

that he had probably not seen the last of the demon.

When Dom came back from gathering firewood one day, the house was gone.

It hadn't disappeared; it had blown up.  The only remnants were some

charred pieces of wood and a few twisted metal tools.  His only guess

was that his master had tried some new spell that had gone awry, and had

suffered the consequences.  Heartbroken, he and his wolf companion

headed back into the world.

As he left the forest, he chanced upon a man fighting off several

bandits.  Dom was just about to join the fray and help the victim when

it became apparent that the man needed no help.  His skill with the

greatsword was incredible.  In only a few minutes, the swordsman had

killed two of the bandits and chased off the rest.  Turning and seeing

Dom, he assumed a defensive position.

After assuring the swordsman that he was no threat, he asked his name.

The swordsman pointed to a horrid scar on his throat, and shook his

head.  Then he moved his hands about in a pattern that fascinated Dom.

Dom asked if the man would care to travel with him, to which the man

nodded his head and smiled.  As time progressed, they became good

friends, and Dom spent the next few months learning the sign language

that was the man's only form of communication.  Dom learned that the

swordsman's name was Sithec, and he also learned all about Sithec's

life.

Name: Sithec Personality Traits:

Age: 25 Trait Score

Year: Friendly +1

Gender: Male Loyal +3

House: Cunning -2

Covenant: Trustworthy +3

Player: Bill

Decrepitude points: 0

Reputations: Descriptions:

Type/Target Score

Characteristics:

Orig Curr Spec Abilities:

Int 1 1 Abilitiy Specialty Score Exp

Per 1 1 Dodge slash 4

Search sounds 1

Str 3 3 Athletics long distance run 2

Sta 3 3 Alertness bodyguard 2

Climb trees 1

Pre -1 -1 Healer broken bones 2

Com -1 -1

Survival woodlands 2

Dex -2 3 Track humans 2

Qui -3 2 Brawl punching 2

Stealth forest 2

Conf 3 Greatsword bodyguard 5

Siz 0

Sign Language with Domongart 5

Virtues: Occult Lore 1

Score Description Fantastic Beast

+2 Knack (+4 to sword attacks) Lore dragonkind 2

+2 Superior Characteristic (Dex 3)

+2 Superior Characteristic (Qui 2)

+1 Good Armaments

Soak Total = Prot + Sta + Siz = 10

Body Levels:

Level Modifier

Unhurt 0 __x__

Hurt 0 _____

Light Wounds -1 _____

Medium Wounds -3 _____

Flaws: Heavy Wounds -5 _____

Score Description Incapacitated --- _____

-2 Mute

-2 Overconfident (belief in ability to Fatigue Levels:

defeat any foe) Level Modifier

-1 Orphan Fresh 0 __x__

-2 Tainted with evil Winded 0 _____

Weary -1 _____

Tired -3 _____

Dazed -5 _____

Unconscious --- _____

Fatigue Total = Stm - Enc = 2

Weapons: Armor:

Weapon Init Atk Dfn Dam Rng Spc Str Type Prot Load

Brawl 3 (0) 5 (0) 4 (0) 3 (0) --- 0 --- Ring Hauberk 7 3

Greatsword 11 (5) 15 (3) 12 (5) 14 (11) --- 3 1

Init = Qui + Weapon Skill + Weap Init - Enc, Atk = (Dex or Per) + Weapon Skill + Atk Bonus + Knack, Dfn = Qui + Weapon Skill + Weapon Def - Siz

Dam = (Str + Siz) or (Nothing) + Weapon Dam, Rng = effective range of weapon, Spc = open paces around you for weapon use, Str = min Str for use

Equipment: Notes:

Load Item and Notes

1 Greatsword ___________________________________________________

3 Ring Mail Hauberk ___________________________________________________

__ ______________________________ ___________________________________________________

___________________________________________________

Total Load = 4 ___________________________________________________

Encumbrance (Enc) = Total Load - Str = 1 ___________________________________________________

Sithec's story

Sithec's life took a turn for the worse when he was only a few days old.

 His evil mother was the high priestess of an evil, demon-worshipping

cult.  She had bore her son only as fodder for human sacrifice in her

attempt to summon the object of her devotion into the physical realm.

As she stood above the altar deep in the dark forest, surrounded by her

followers and chanting the name of the demon she loved, a lone

swordsman, Cennedig, came upon the nightmare scene, realized what was

about to happen, and attacked. He had arrived a little too late,

however, and Sithec's mother was able to drive the ritual dagger into

Sithec's throat.

 Cennedig killed Sithec's mother, as well as killing or driving off the

rest of the cult members.  He was a master swordsman, and had no

problems defeating the entire congregation.  He grabbed Sithec, bundled

him up, and raced on his horse to a church that he knew nearby, where he

hoped they would be able to save this innocent child.

The druid there was able to keep the child from dying, but was not able

to remove his mother's taint of evil from him.  No matter what path in

life he took, no matter how good he was, Sithec would have a vague aura

of evil that would go with him to his grave.  Also, the druid was not

able to fully heal the damage that had been done to the baby's throat,

and Sithec was unable to utter a sound.  These curses were his mother's

legacy.

Cennedig felt sorry for the poor orphan, and took him in, caring for him

as he grew up.  Cennedig and Sithec learned to communicate with each

other using an odd form of hand signals.  Cennedig was a dragon slayer,

and began teaching Sithec the art of the sword as he matured.  Sithec

was a fast learner, and soon became quite good with a blade.  He was

best with the greatsword, and with this weapon in his hand, he was

almost unbeatable in combat.  His only downfall was that his belief in

his skills made him overconfident, and he never learned the value of

retreat.  He always believed that his skills would prevail over any foe.

Together, Cennedig and Sithec were an imposing team, traveling the

countryside quite extensively in search of their prey.  They defeated

four dragons together in as many years.  Then came the fateful day when

a misstep brought Cennedig into the open jaws of a particularly large

dragon.  While the dragon was distracted with maiming Cennedig, Sithec

dealt the beast a deathblow.  He was too late, however, and Cennedig was

killed.

Sithec was heartbroken.  The only things he had in the world were the

armor on his back and his greatsword, both gifts from his beloved foster

parent.  In depression, he began to travel the land in search of his

destiny.  At some point in his travels, he was accosted by several

bandits.  The knaves were no match for his steel, however, and he easily

drove them off.  It was then that he met Domongart and his wolf

companion, and over the course of the next few months, they became good

friends.  At some point, they heard a rumor that a covenant of Magi was

looking for new blood.  Interested, they headed out.