Hey, I'm back, figured I should stop lurking and start talking again. So without further ado, here's my sign up.
Name: Rutger Magnusson
Race: Human (Northman/Achean)
Deity: Astra Aeterna
Faction: Rutger is a scribe within the Templar order
Talents: Education(Old Achaean and High Imperial), Education(Dwarven), Education(Demonic), Arcane Lore
Despite his blue eyes and his blond hair Rutger looks nothing like half the Northman he's supposed to be, short and frail as he is. He has little to no facial hair despite not having shaved ever in his life and he is clearly malnourished though this seems to be a case of bad eating habits rather than starvation.Yet despite this he still come across as energetic and filled with life, a sense of wonder emanating from his eyes, as if he's in constant awe of the world.
With him Rutger have brought a small library's worth of personal notes, research and books brought from his personal collection with subjects ranging from history, herbalism, theology, magic, cooking and more. He also carries the equipment to make more notes and plenty of them though besides this he carry only one extra change of clothes to go with his scholars robes and some coin.
He do worry though... did he bring enough books?
"Sir, I'm certain this time, the records have been intentionally altered. We must commit an investigation and I sure the that with a little digging we can find definite proof of the Coven's activities. I suggest that we make a com-"
"Rutger", Sir Adrian exclaimed, raising a hand to halt the excitable scribe's rambling before it got going. "Look Rutger, this is the third time you've come spouting wild conspiracies to me about this fabled Coven you go on about. I'm certain that should you only calm down and look at things rationally you'll realize that whatever it is you've stumbled upon it can easily be explained as human error, nothing malicious."
"But sir, I've got definite proof that something is amiss, if only I could-"
Again, the knight cut him off. "That's what you said last time and if I remember things correctly it quickly turned out that it was simply a recent update to the records that someone forgot to record."
"It's different this time!"
"No it's not. In fact, I think you need to take a leave, calm down a little, return once you've got this nonsense out of your head."
Rutger frowned, "I don't need to clam down", he said incredulously.
"Yes you do, in fact I'm ordering you to take that leave." At this Sir Adrian then gestured to the scribes frail form. "And put some flesh on those bones while you're at it, you look like you're starving!"
"That was an order Rutger!"
Rutger hesitated for a moment before finally nodding his head in defeat with a weak affirmative, turning and starting to make his way to his quarters.
________________________________________--ooOO(Three days later)OOoo--________________________________________
As it turned out, sir Adrian had been correct. This was indeed a case of human error, this time due to a scribe mistakenly shelving an outdated book. Rutger rubbed his head in frustration as he read the report detailing the mistake. He'd been so sure, so convinced that this time he'd actually found something. Rutger slumped on his chair with a sigh. Maybe Adrian was right and this whole Coven thing was just a wild conspiracy theory that Rutger bought in to. But what if it isn't, Rutger couldn't help but thinking. We can't afford to neglect the possibility.
Groaning Rutger righted himself and picked up the second letter he'd received from among his crowded desk covered in various notes and scraps from his current endeavor to learn Elvish. The letter was from Knight-Captain Stevan Rolf, a name that immediately launched Rutger to the edge of his seat. This was the same man that had introduced Rutger to the threat of the Umbra Coven to begin with and the scribe was quick to tear into the letter, devouring its contents. It was a short invitation to a gathering in redfield, with no details as to the exact reason for this call. But Rutger didn't doubt for a moment that it was a call to those that knew of the Umbra Coven and was ready to act against it. They must have discovered something, a lead perhaps.
Leaping out of his chair Rutger immediately set about gathering anything that he thought may be useful in a chase of the mysterious Coven in a pile. Three books on the history of the empire, one atlas book with detailed maps, one book on rare herbs, one inquisitors manual on magic that he wasn't technically supposed to have and a cooking book (he was under orders to eat more after all). But then he hesitated. Maybe he shouldn't go hunting ghosts, it could all just be a conspiracy after all. It could all be a waste of time.
But what if it isn't?
Rutger made his decision and grabbed a holy book in hope for some divine favor.
The son of a rich Achean Merchant and a woman from Northrim, Rutger was raised in a sheltered environment. The youngest of three sibling, he was given the best education there was to offer and quickly raced through his studies. Through these studies he gained a love for knowledge for the sake of knowledge and had he not been enamored by the study of magic and the supernatural he may have become a respected philosopher. As it were his need to know more drove him to join the Templars as a scribe where he quickly set about studying their vast archives.
He is know among his colleagues for his extreme dedication for his work as well as his negligence to his stomach. It is not rare for them to almost forcefully pull him away from work in order to get him to eat and more often than not he falls asleep on his desk rather than his bed.
Edited by Balder, 03 June 2016 - 03:31 PM.