Melistat Ta'san

"With practiced hand I do weave, the fabled spells that you perceive."

My life began when I was but a boy of eight. I say it began at this time, for that was when I became an apprentice to an Arcane Lord. My Master, as I was instructed to call him, was not the most generous of men, but he was not overly cruel either. He was however, a strict taskmaster, and according to him I was far too curious a young boy for my own good. Regardless of his stance on that though, I strongly believe that is also what caused him to take such an interest in me. It was thus that I spent nine years studying under him before being given the chance to prove my worth in the Realms, and to persue my own studies. Those long years spent with him would serve me well in the years to come.

Once released from my Master's Tower, I quickly made haste for the Observatory that I had discovered stood near a city called Crossing. The journey would prove to be the first step down a road with limitless possibilities for me. I had known for quite a while that my destiny lay in the weavings of the stars, however, I was not prepared for the surge of power and awareness that would come to me after being made a student of the guild. The future spread before me, unknown yet shapeable, and thus I plunged heart and soul into it.

I called upon the teachings of my Master in those early days. Choosing to seclude myself from the masses, training and researching on my own the ways of the Moon Magi. In this time, my knowledge grew immensely through trial and error. I remained in such seclusion for many years, keeping away from the guilds as much as possible. However, the years passed, and the time where I could no longer learn effectively on my own drew quickly near. A friend counseled me to frequent the guild more and perhaps teach that which I had learned. Thus it was that I returned to the guilds, and the Magi that gathered there. With the hope that not only would I share the knowledge I could, but also learn more in the doing.

I do not profess to be the most scholarly of mages, but I do possess an inquisitive mind that is ever seeking the answer to whatever question presents itself to me. In the time since I began to frequent the guildhalls more, I have expanded my knowledge tenfold, as well as enlightened others to different paths of thinking. The exchange continues to prove beneficial to all magi involved.

As a magus, I have chosen to adorn myself in black robes, an homage to the scorched moon Katamba. I draw strength from the tragedy that befell it, looking to it as my patron Moon. I also have a tattoo upon my chest that depicts the World Dragon with wings outstretched, spanning behind a black-robed magus who is juggling the four moons of Elanthia. I bear this tattoo not to show devotion to the Wyrm, but to show respect to the danger it represents. Whether it is myth, or reality, the World Dragon serves to remind Elanthians that there is always a price to seeking power, and to beware, lest in the end it consumes you.