Raistlin Majere

An aging human wizard

Description:
  • Wizard 11, Alignment – Neutral Good, Diety – Mystra * 55,750 exp
    • He stands 5 foot 11 inch and weighs 135 pounds. He has shoulder length silver hair and his pupils are gold shaped hour glasses. He is dressed in a simple red robe and leans heavily on his staff.

Stats

  • STR – 7
  • DEX – 11
  • CON – 11
  • INT – 24
  • WIS – 19
  • CHA – 16

Attack

  • Hit Points 30
  • Base Attack Bonus +5
  • Initiative +4

AC

  • Armor Class – 11
  • Touch AC – 11
  • Flat-Footed AC – 11

Saving Throws

  • Fortitude +6
  • Reflex +6
  • Will +14

Movement

  • Speed – 40 ft

Skills

  • Concentration +14
  • Craft(Bookbinding) +10
  • Knowledge (Arcane) +21
  • Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +21
  • Knowledge (Planes) +21
  • Knowledge (Religion) +21
  • Knowledge (Local-Waterdeep) +8
  • Listen +11
  • Spot +10
  • Spellcraft +23

Special Abilities

  • Permanent Darkvision 60ft
  • Permanent Read Magic
  • Permanent See Invisibility
  • Permanent Comprehend Languages
  • Permanent Arcane Sight

Feats

  • Spell Casting Prodigy (Wizard) (PG to Fearun p.44)
  • Luck of Heroes (PG to Fearun p.40)
  • Scribe Scroll
  • Spell Penetration
  • Greater Spell Penetration
  • Spell Focus (Evoc)
  • Spell Focus (Necro)
  • Improved Initiative

Weapon Proficiencies

  • Simple

Languages

  • Common
  • Draconic – Language of Dragons
  • Abyssal – Language of Demons
  • Celestial – Language of Good
  • Infernal – Language of Devils
  • Elven
  • Netherese – Language of Ancient Human Mages
  • Seldruin – Language of Ancient Elven High Magic

Wizard Spells

  • 4/7/6/6/5/3/2

Known * Base Save = 18

  • 1st – Charm Person, Comprehend Languages, Expeditious Retreat, Identify, Magic Missle, Mage Armor, Mount, Protection from Alignment, Shield, Summon Monster I, Tenser’s Floating Disk
  • 2nd – Arcane Lock, Darkvision, Levitate, Scorching Ray, See Invisibility, Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, Web
  • 3rd – Arcane Sight, Dispel Magic, Fireball, Fly, Haste, Leomund’s Tiny Hut, Lightning Bolt, Protection from Energy, Water Breathing, Greater Mage Armor
  • 4th – Bestow Curse, Dimension Door, Evard’s Black Tentacles, Ice Storm, Greater Invisibility, Phantasmal Killer, Scrying, Summon Monster IV
  • 5th – Baleful Polymorph, Break Enchantment, Cloudkill, Cone of Cold, Contact Other Plane, Hold Monster, Permanency, Summon Monster V, Teleport, Wall of Force
  • 6th – Antimagic Field, Chain Lightning, Contingency, Disintegrate, Greater Dispel Magic, True Seeing

Possessions

  • Staff of Fire
  • Cloak of Resistance +1
  • Headband of Intellect +2
  • Ring of Feather Fall
  • Boots of Springing and Striding
  • Bag of Holding Type I
  • Money – 15 gold
  • Spellbook
0 - Light, Acid Splash, Message
1st - Magic Missle, Shield, Mount, Protection from Alignment, Identify
2nd - Scorching Ray, Web, Levitate, Fog Cloud, Tasha's Hideous Laughter
3rd - Fireball, Lightning Bolt, Dispel Magic, Protection from energy, Fly
4th - Bestow Curse, Greater Invisibility, Phantasmal Killer, Dimension Door, Greater Mage Armor, Scrying
5th - Summon Monster V, Cone of Cold, Baleful Polymorph, Break Enchantment, Teleport
6th - Disintegrate, Chain Lightning, True Seeing
    Total - 100 pages

Spell Focus’

  • Small gem encrusted ivory statue of Raistlin – contingency

The Majere school of Magic

Bio:

I am Raistlin Majere, Mage of the 11th circle of Waterdeep. I was born 44 years ago, 1328 the Year of the Golden Sun. My father Midas was a merchant of some renowned in Tethyr, he ran a shipping company out of Darromar. His work however kept him very busy and I was left to be raised by my mother Karolina. While my father was a right and honorable man, my mother was something entirely different. She worked as a barmaid at the Iron Lion tavern, after work she would often spend hours drinking with the tavern owner and come home drunk. She regularly beat me as a small boy. As I grew she became more afraid of me. I was not large for my age, nor was I gifted with strength. What my mother feared about me was my intellect, she knew I was smarter then her and one day her transgressions would drive me to kill her. Thus she took me out into the forests south of Darromar, the cloak woods. There it was expected that I would be slain by the beasts. In the end I think my father truly believed I had run away. In fact what happened was the opposite, I was saved. I sat there in the forest clearing where my mother had left me for nearly two days before they came. At the time I didn’t understand what they were, but now I know they are orcs. A common enemy along the sword coast, what you might call vermin. To a child of 4 however they might as well have been giants. Several of them moved into the clearing as I sat upon a tree stump. Thinking to make easy work of me they took their time, laughing as they came. I remember the wicked smiles upon their face. That smile faded as a man dressed in all black carrying a black staff stepped from the far side of the clearing. He slowly walked towards the middle of the clearing as the orcs grouped together. The man reached the center standing next to the stump, pointed his finger at the group. A small red and yellow orb launched from his finger tips, it moved outward until it got to the group and exploded. The orcs were incinerated where they stood. That man, Janlove took me with him back to the city of Waterdeep. There he and his father trained me in the ways of the arcane. I spend many years living with them as Janlove and I worked our art. Janlove had become a powerful wizard in his own right and would often come home telling me stories of his exploits. At the age of 18 Janlove came to me and told me he was a father. 9 months later he gave birth to a daughter, Sedalia. Janlove would spend the next 6 years teaching me magic. At the age of 24 he told me he could teach me no more. That I would have to learn some lessons on my own.

I left waterdeep two days later to see what the world would teach me. I traveled north along the road to Neverwinter. I had a chance to visit the famous bridges of Neverwinter, the Winged Wyvern, The Dolphin, and the Sleeping Dragon. I spent two weeks studying at the School of the Arcane in Neverwinter’s Blacklake district before heading north again towards Luskan. There I learned of the Host Tower, a place of arcane knowledge and learning and yet I had never met so many mages seeking power and seeking any means by which to topple their rivals. I left the next morning unable to stand the conniving of the Host Tower. Mirabar would be my next stop. Would be that is until I was attacked by bandits on the road to Mirabar. They proved little more then an annoyance and I dispatched the three of them with ease. I continued my travels to Mirabar and found a city built upon a forge. It’s high walls were impressive, but nothing compared to Waterdeep. There were few wizards in this place, the humans and dwarves preferring strength of arms over strength of mind. I traveled south to the small town of Longsaddle. I had heard of the family Harpell that lived in longsaddle from Janlove and I was curious to meet these people. Needless to say they did not disappoint, they were every bit as eccentric and wild as I was told, but they were also some of the nicest and most welcoming people I had met across Faerun. I spent many months in Longsaddle learning from the Harpells and had the honor of having my eyebrows blown off four seperate times and in a fluke experiment with see invisibility had my pupils permanently shaped into hour glasses. After leaving Longsaddle I traveled straight east across the open plains. Skimming just south of the Evermoors I encountered a number of trolls. They were an interesting foe, I had read about trolls, but to actually fight something that regenerated so quickly was a challenge. I passed through Everlund and into the Shining City Silverymmon. The Moonbridge I found astonishing. I spent some time seeing the multitude of shops and spent a few nights in the Golden Oak. I was even introduced to Taern Hornblade, the High Mage of Silverymoon who saw fit to give me a Adrath Token, allowing the casting of certain spells within the city. From there I traveled for a few ten days until I arrived at Citadel Abdar, one of the major dwarven fortresses in the Silver Marches. One cannot miss the fortress, it is visible for miles around. Citadel Abdar was not truly to my liking, far two cramped and the constant smell of sulfur made ones nose burn. Still the dwarven folk were welcoming enough even if their dwarven ale had more bite then I liked. I continued my travels southward, skimming the western edge of the Anauroch desert. Reaching the black road I turned back to the west and after a skirmish with two seperate groups of highwaymen, another troll, and a hill giant. It took the better part of four months before I arrived back near the coast. I traveled south into Daggerford where he met Pwyll Greatshout, the self proclaimed Duke of Daggerford. I continued along the trade way for another two months before I arrived at Baldur’s Gate. I traveled into the city and made my way to the dock district. I spent a few days going around the local taverns. I finally after the third day was lucky enough to find the tavern my mother worked at, the Dark Forest tavern. Age had not treated her well, she looked haggard and worn. I sat down near the fire place and watched for a time. The local sailors treated her like dirt. Late in the evening I called her over, she was weary of me, some flicker of recognition showing in her eyes. She sat down and we talked for a brief while, my father had been killed when a business deal with a pirate had gone wrong, the pirates had taken her as a slave for a number of years before they released her on the docks in Baulder’s Gate. It left my mother without a home and she ended up working at the Dark Forest. I could not forgive her for what she had done, but I gave her 1000 gold and left. Two years after I left I returned to Waterdeep. I found Janlove doing well for himself, his daughter was already growing big and I spent some time reacquainting myself with my friends. It was in the year 1354 that I was approached by the open lord of waterdeep. He was seeking a wizard with no ties to the powers of waterdeep to work as an emissary to Halruaa. I gladly accepted and within a month was traveling southward towards the distant land of Halruaa. It would take me a better part of the year traveling before I would arrive in Halruaa. I traveled southward again stopping in Baulder’s Gate, being sure to avoid the Dark Forest. From there I traveled farther south through Amn and back into my home country of Tethyr. It took me many more months to head eastward until I arrived at the North Wall, he mountains guarding Halruaa. The Talath pass is the only way through the North Wall, but it is well defended. I spent 5 years in Halruaa acting as Waterdeeps emissary. Even spent some time helping defend the people of the Nath from Crinti Raiders. I also had the pleasure of making friends with a very interesting wizard. He was a human, Wenzel Tore, who was a master of divination. I left Halruaa in 1360 when Waterdeep recalled me because of word that Luskan might be planning an invasion of Ruathym. I arrived back in Waterdeep in 1631, after the invasion. I was sent immediately out to Luskan as a protector of the diplomat from the Lord’s Alliance. It would take us 6 months of traveling and negotiation before Luskan agreed to follow the will of the Lord’s Alliance. In that time however I had earned the trust and respect of one of the wizards of the Host Tower. Shanon Kailee, she was a guardian of the Luskan diplomat, but after long hours in small rooms I think she began to see the evil that Luskan held. I returned to Waterdeep to find Janlove waiting for me. He wanted me to start a wizard school, something they could use for covering certain operations. As a wizard of no small prowess he wanted me to head up this school. Over the course of the next 8 years with funding from the Windsailors I created The Majere school of Magic. My friend Wenzel joined me and together we constructed a building on the north corner of Sutherlane and Haltovar Street. Shanon would join us a year later, having decided to give up her life in Luskan. In that same year we were joined by a gnome from Lantan who was a member of the friends of windsailor. I spent the next 6 years teaching a small number of students. In 1370 war broke out in Amn. Two ogre mages had gathered an army of goblins and orcs with the support of some of the clerics of Cyric. In support of Amn and more to ensure certain resources of the Friends of Windsailor the Majere school would go to war, in secret. We spent 4 months assisting the armies of the Council of Six. We kept our actions secret however, for arcane spell casters are generally reviled in Amn. The forces of Amn however proved unable to hold back the horde and the southern part of Amn is now held by the ogre mages. We however returned to Waterdeep, my students having learned many important lessons of magic in the real world. In Hammer 1371 I was approached by an elven wizard from Silverymoon who had heard of our school and thought we might take her on as an instructor. Alanis Dwin’tylar, she proved quite good with abjuration magic and we gladly accepted her as an instructor. In 1371 we received word of a great battle in Cormyr, a great red dragon had been slain by King Azoun IV, but he had himself died in the battle. Not wanting to waste time I used a spell I had come to rarely rely upon, teleportation. It is an interesting feeling to have oneself ripped across the world in such fashion and it always makes my bones ache when I do so. I met with Caladnei the Royal Magician of Cormyr and passed on Waterdeeps sympathy. I spent half a year away from Waterdeep helping to advise in the clean up of the great battle. Traveling the country I came upon a strange sight outside of Hilp, two wizards doing battle with each other. I sat for a while and watched, studying each carefully. One was unmistakably a war wizard, his style of fighting bringing him ever closer to his opponent. The other could only be a red wizard of thay, the tattoo that was carefully hidden under his cap showing slightly. They fought for several minutes before one raised his hand and the two stopped, each catching their breath. They began to laugh and shook hands, I thought them insane. I approached and asked them their business. I would learn that they were in fact friends. Hendrik Sigi was a retired war wizard, master of evocation, nearly as old as myself and Merlyn Philipp the Conjurer, had abandoned the Red Wizards in persuit of a more noble cause. I spent two tenday traveling with them, by the twentieth day I had convinced them to return with me to Waterdeep and become instructors at my school. Thus was my staff collected, one for each school of magic. Each slowly became some of my most trusted friends and each would come to join the Friends of Windsailor in their own time. I spend my days doing less and less for the school and more and more for the Friends of Windsailor. Wenzel my most trusted instructor handles most of the day to day activities of the school while I do whatever research I might.

Raistlin Majere

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