Crackle, snap, hiss ... Flicker, bright, dim
... The fire in the hearth provides light and heat. Neither
seem to affect the old man. His reclining figure stares into
the flames and flames reflect back from his deep dark eyes.
Indigo blue robes reflect and yet absorb the firelight and
highlights of golden threads twinkle as the flames flicker.
His beard and hair are long and snowy white; in the firelight
they almost appear to be ethereal like that of a godling.
At his side is a tall pointed hat which is the same color
as his robe and also twinkles with highlights of gold. The
face is lined with age, yet almost appears youthful; wisdom
and intellect exude from his personage. This is the Sage who
is known in all of Tamriel as the champion and counselor to
all users of magic. His thoughts wander, and he remembers
Gyron Vardengroet was born to a poor and humble Breton family
in the village of Moonguard. The only child of Frieda and
Horstle Vardengroet entered life during a rare eclipse of
Tamriel's moons. It was soon apparent that he was unusually
gifted in the magical arts. He was found levitating the family
dog when he was only a year old. Most Bretons have a great
talent for magic, but as he grew Gyron displayed a talent
far greater than that of his peers. The village wizard began
to take an interest in young Gyron and soon took him under
his wing. In spite of the young man's proclivities for being
rowdy, the old Wizard Grungdingler liked him and worked hard
to teach him the magical arts to the extent of his own skills.
Finally the day came when Grungdingler could
teach Gyron no more. The young mage had surpassed his master,
and he was somewhat unsettled with the apprentice mage's questions
about life, death and immortality. Grundingler called Gyron
to him and gave him a letter addressed to Morkledder, the
Guildmagister of the Mages Guild in Shornhelm. The young mage
told his parents of his fortune, packed his meager belongings,
and set out for the journey to Shornhelm. After many months
of travel through the foothills of the Kurallian Mountains,
Gyron arrived at the gates to the great City-State of Shornhelm
high in the mountainous terrain of High Rock.
After the life of a quiet Breton village,
Shornhelm was a wonder to Gyron. He explored the city from
one end to the other, and eventually found the Mages Guild.
Presenting Grungdingler's letter to Morkledder, Gyron was
received warmly. Morkledder explained to Gyron that he would
need to be tested before any commitment to further training
could be made. After a night of rest and meditation, Gyron
was shown into the main hall of the Mages Guild which was
now filled with magic users of all kinds. It was very quiet.
The young mage felt as if his heart was in his throat as he
approached the Council of Three, the leaders of the mages
in this City-State. Morkledder rose and explained to Gyron
the various tests he would be subjected to to prove his worth
as a mage. The youth then turned and left the Council Chamber,
the eyes of the many mages on him, and went forth to complete
the tasks that had been defined for him.
Returning to Shornhelm several years later,
Gyron was admitted to the Mages Guild and shown to the Council
Chamber where he was met by Morkledder. The ancient mage reviewed
the journal entries, the artifacts gathered, and most especially
the spellbook entries presented to him by Gyron. An expression
of amazement spread across the old wizard's face; there had
never been a novice to accomplish what Gyron had during the
testing. Morkledder then called a full session of the Guild
presenting Gyron as a full Wizard.
Gyron remained with Morkledder for several
years and studied hard. In private session several years after
the testing, Morkledder admitted to Gyron that the Guild at
Shornhelm could teach him no more and that he should seek
further enlightenment at the Crystal Tower on Sumurset Isle.
After packing his possessions once again,
Gyron set off on another long journey. He arrived at the Crystal
Tower several years later after having traversed the province
of Hammerfell where he had many adventures, met many other
mages and shared his experiences and knowledge with them.
He heard stories of wonderful plants that when combined with
other elements could restore life to those dead, prolong life
to those yet living, and in the proper combination bestow
immortality on the user. Gyron was always quick to advise
and guide mages who were less experienced than himself. He
loved being able to help. He made many friends and stories
began to spread across the land about this exceptional user
When he entered the Crystal Tower, he was
greeted by several mages all clamoring for his attention.
His reputation had preceded him. However, the crowd hushed
and parted at the arrival of a very imposing figure dressed
all in indigo blue robes trimmed in gold, wearing a high pointed
hat and carrying the most beautifully carved staff Gyron had
ever seen. The Elder of the Council of Wizards, Esthlainder,
looked closely at the young wizard, nodded and turned to walk
back into the tower. Without delay, Gyron followed him. The
audience that followed stunned the young mage.
Esthlainder explained to him that Gyron's
coming had been foretold for many years, and he had been expected.
The mages had been told by the Gods that one of their own
would come along to provide guidance, knowledge and aid. Gyron
was that promised champion and leader. Gyron was confused
and uncertain. How could he be such an extraordinary person?
What must he do to fulfill his destiny? Many questions spilled
from him to which Esthlainder could not provide the answers.
The Elder suggested that Gyron stay with them in the Crystal
Tower for a while and study. This he did.
The day finally came when The Elder admitted
to Gyron that the Crystal Tower could no longer provide anything
new and that he needed to travel the lands of Tamriel and
seek the wisdom and knowledge. The Elder sighed and told Gyron
how sad he was that the Crystal Tower was losing him, but
that his destiny must be fulfilled. With this, the Elder presented
Gyron with a package wrapped in the same beautiful indigo
blue as the Elder's Robes. Gyron was told to take the package
with him but open it only when he was at least a day's travel
from the Crystal Tower.
After a long day's walk, Gyron set up camp
in a beautiful glade next to a brook of crystal clear water.
Finally, he thought, I can open the Elder's package. As he
untied the golden cord that had bound the package, he found
that the wrapping was not wrapping at all but an exquisitely
tailored robe identical to the one worn by the Elder. As he
opened the robe, a high pointed wizard's hat popped out of
the package, and with a "whoosh" and "pop,"
the same intricately carved staff that the Elder had carried
appeared. A note from the Elder advised that the garments
were indestructible and that the staff had many magical properties
for Gyron to discover. It went on further to explain that
from this day forward Gyron would be known as The Sage.
Tired from his walking and with an inner glow
of accomplishment, The Sage settled down for the first night
of his long pilgrimage across the lands.
After many months of further travels and adventures,
The Sage returned to Moonguard and was warmly welcomed by
the villagers and most especially by his parents, Frieda and
Horstle. News of his coming had preceded him and the whole
village had worked hard to build and furnish a cottage for
the mage in the pleasant forest just outside the town. After
a festive banquet that evening, Gyron retired to his new home.
The Sage settled into his life outside Moonguard.
He received many visitors who have traveled from near and
far to seek his guidance, help, and training. The years passed.
It was not long before first Horstle and then Frieda died.
The Sage was devastated by his loss. In his grief he swore
to dedicate the rest of his life to defeating death so that
grief like his could be avoided by others.
He returned to the Great Library at the Crystal
Tower and researched the many flowers, herbs and plants that
he had heard about and seen during his travels. In his cottage,
he labored tirelessly over the spellbooks, vials and collection
of flora from all over the lands. He tested the potions on
himself. The years went by, but The Sage seemed not to age
anymore. At some point he had found the right combination
in his experiments, but could not determine which combination
it had been as the change had been most subtle. He had secured
a life without end. And the years continued to pass.
Mages came to him for help which he freely
gave. The Sage settled into his life of advising and guiding
and the years continued to pass. Unfortunately, his fame became
so great that the call for his help was unmanageable. He reluctantly
packed his possessions for the last time, and moved far into
the Kurallian Mountains and built a magical fortress. Only
the most worthy magic user could gain access and help from
However, following his heart, even today The
Sage often leaves his mountain abode and travels the land
helping young mages gain experience and to grow.
Snap, crackle ... The firelight flickers... The old mage stirs
as the memories fade and flicker like the firelight. Bang,
bang, bang... echoes from the pounding knocker on the great
oaken doors of the fortress... The Sage rises and heads for
the doors knowing that yet another mage in need has found
him and is worthy of help.
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