Xavier Lovelost

I never knew my parents. I grew up on the streets of Crossing alone. Sometimes I heard my parents dumped me in an alley and went back to their lives, other times I heard they died.

Doesn't matter now, just as it didn't matter then, as I was too young to care. I grew up quickly and followed the only thing that did matter to me, magic. I used to sneak around the town following the tall mages in their robes, hoping for a peek at their wonderful gift of magic. I could not afford to join the schools on my rather low, well nonexistent income. So I watched and I mimicked the gestures they made in the air as I stalked them.

Then one day I was making the sigils in the air and a spark appeared! Shocked myself something fierce. Apparently I also shocked a fellow who was passing by at the time. He marched over to me and demanded to know where I learned such. At first scared, then defiant, I answered I learned on my own. He scoffed and gave me such a look I finally admitted I’d been watching from the shadows. As my fear subsided I realized this was one of the mages I had watched. He bade me to show him what I did; I focused carefully and managed to make another spark! The tall man said that is but a mere cantrip, nothing compared to what you can learn later. He pulled me up, and led me to the academy of war mages. I looked at him, wondering what my fate was to be. He gazed down and said he was sponsoring me into the academy, and would not let such talent go to waste in the streets.

I didn't see the tall mage again, until the day Gauthus made me a full warrior mage. Even then it was only briefly, I think. I'm not sure, but I could swear I saw him smiling upon me from the back...