The Realm of Joroin
The Time-Lost, Last of his kind, The Broken
TELEKINETIC PSION LEVEL 1
SKILLS: ARCANA 11; DUNGEONEERING: 8; HEAL: 3; HISTORY: 9; INSIGHT: 8; NATURE: 3; PERCEPTION: 8; RELIGION: 4
POWER POINTS: 2
SURGES/DAY:6 SURGE VALUE: 5
FEATS: IMPLEMENT EXPERTISE (ORB), RITUAL CASTER, SUPERIOR IMPLEMENT TRAINING (PETRIFIED ORB)
POWERS: AT-WILLS: DIMENSIONAL SCRAMBLE, KINETIC TRAWL
ENCOUNTER POWERS: FAR HAND, FORCEFUL PUSH, HEROIC EFFORT
DAILY POWERS: TELEKINETIC ANCHOR
EQUIPMENT: BASIC CLOTHING, BREECHES TUNIC/VEST, PETRIFIED ORB, RATIONS. ADVENTURERS KIT.
DATE OF BIRTH: 2nd of Birth’s Night
Thayne stands at only 5’6" but is stocky in build. Unlike most of the more scholarly types. Never forgetting to keep his body in some kind of shape in balance with his mind. He has dark tousled brown hair that sometimes appears to move in an unseen breeze. He tends to have scruffy facial hair and has a trimmed beard(no mustache). He has strikingly blue eyes that posses an inner glow of a turquoise color. His arms and shoulder, chest and some of his face, and most of his back is covered in a bizarre tattoo or markings of some kind that appear to shimmer with energy or light for even the briefest moment from time to time. He tends to wear sleeveless garments or light airy ones in order to let these “psionic ley lines, breath” as he says. He prefers simple clothing. Light cloth. Not one for robes of an order or fancy trappings. Simple breeches and a vest suite him just fine. A cloak for the cold. He has is slightly scruffy in the face. Handsome yet, unshaven. Keeps a trimmed jawline beard. He has a quite demeanor. Sometimes stoic. Sometimes as tho he’s seeing something no else can, looking far off into nothingness. He can be unnervingly calm at times. Even tho he seems cold or aloof. He does smile and laugh when something amuses him. He has very kind, yet sad eyes. He’s lost something dear to him. And sometimes it can be seen in them.
Thayne was born very gifted in the psionic arts. It was apparent at a very early age. A group of Cerulean Adepts quickly took him away from his family as a child and took him to the Adept academy, where he spent most of his early life in constant training in both mind and keeping his physical form in balance. He quickly surpassed other students, and the Cerulean Adepts simply watched as he grow in power.
During his training he met another student by the name of Kelin. A handsome yet scruffy young half-elf who was as skilled and as promising a battle mind as Thayne was a psion. The two became fast friends while training together. The Adepts continued to simply watch and train, never letting the either of the two leave the academy.
Years went by, Kelin and Thayne decided to run away together, leaving the academy, to fight the possible threat of the Far Realm together. Tired of being locked up in there “prison”, they escaped unnoticed, or so they thought. Again, the Adepts simply watched.
A few more years went by and the two fell in love as they continued to adventure throughout the lands far to the west of Devonshire. Looking for and discovering once lost tomes that detailed the psionic secrets and disciplines. Thayne thought eventually to bring there findings back to the Keepers of the Cerulean Sign. Kelin, didn’t care too much for the idea but knew eventually they would have to go back. The order wasn’t evil after all and had the best intentions for the world in their mind.
Soon however they the message… “Return to us quickly, you’re aid is needed. An army of madness has descended upon the Citadel led by a madman known only as Simon.”
In there constant focus on the Far Realm, the order didn’t notice (or refused to acknowledge) a threat that was right in front of them. A being known as Simon the Eternal was quickly eliminating any potential threats to his power. Powerful Druidic orders had been eradicated already, and now he was hunting any psionic users or anyone with the potential. The Keepers were the last bastion left.
Manipulating matter was a mere trick for Thayne now, having just unlocked the secrets of bending time and space itself. Becoming one of the first to do so. Setting a hand on Kelin’s shoulder they vanished in a shimmer of silver. Then appearing above the courtyard of the Keepers academy on a balcony. The battle was almost over. They were too late. Thayne had no idea of the vastness of Simon’s army.
The elders came rushing to them. Taul Kirn (a human monk and leader of the order who kept his face covered at all times – no one has seen his face and lived to tell the tale) grabbed Thayne by the arm with surprising strength.
“You’re the only one who can do this. Go back, find Simon. Stop him, stop all of this madness before it even starts. I know you’ve learned it. We knew.” the monk shoved a crystalline artifact into Thaynes hands.
“It will augment your already budding powers to unspeakable levels. It will give you the power you need. But be warned it will mark you, scar you, and you may have to begin again…”
“This can’t be happening….” rage began to fill Kelin’s heart, his eyes turning white as he began to shimmer unsheathing his blades and looking down at the chaos of Simon’s armies flooding the courtyard and slaughtering hundreds. Kelin already knew what he needed to do. Glancing over his shoulder at Thayne.
“I’ll always be with you. Never forget that. Now go. I’ll buy you the time you need” and in a shimmer of silver Kelin was gone and in the middle of the chaos, Seemingly everywhere at once, gaining the attention of the horde below. Thayne tried to scream after him, but knew it was futile.
“Don’t make what he’s doing mean nothing. Now focus! GO!” Taul Kirn yelled, pushing Thayne away and into the middle of the balcony as he took the edge.
Thayne focused all his energies feeling the immense amount of psionic energies well up within him. It was as though every ounce of his very self was being pulled to the forefront of his mind and body. The crystal in his hand was glowing the same bright turquoise blue his eyes do. It was too much. It felt like his body was ripping apart. He kept concentrating, watching his surroundings. As the armies claimed the rest of the keep, now crashing past the door.
Then the dark cloaked figure appeared to confront Taul Kirn in battle. Taul was trying to buy Thayne more time. It was a losing battle. “Taul… Kelin…” he strained as the energies began to burn into his very flesh, into his very soul. Lines formed ley lines along his body, ending on his back, creating the Cerulean sign. He focused, Simon was going to pay. The figured dropped the dead monk to the floor like a rag doll. Slowly and confidently walking towards Thayne. Seemingly not afraid of a thing. Thayne thought he heard a laugh as he looked directly into what would’ve been the figures eyes if he could see past the blackness under his hood.
“I will come for you Simon, you will pay for the things you’ve done, and when I’m done with you, I will bring a fate unto you far worse then death.” The crystal shattered. Time seemed to stop…the sound ringing in Thayne’s ears…the shards breaking away floating in midair, then seemingly flowing into the lines in his body…and in a flash the wake of psionic energy creating an immense backlash. Vaporizing most of Simon’s armies closest to the blast, destroying the balcony. Simon floating unharmed, laughing still. Thayne was gone….
Time is a trivial thing, relative….
After the failed Battle of Saddle-Brook. Thayne felt he had failed, he failed Kelin, Taul Kirn, even the world itself. This was not the future he had known. It was worse. After his arrival in this time period he could already feel his power weakening. And within a mere few years his powers were back to when he had first arrived at the Cerulean Keepers doorsteps. But he is determined to regain his lost power. He will. And He will find Simon, and banish him to the most corrupted and maddened reaches of the Far Realm. To be torn apart. And when Thayne regains mastery over time and space. He may attempt time travel again. To fix things and put them back the way they were. the way they were supposed to be. Of course, he also knows that’s relative. Whats “supposed” to be. The only one of his kind left in this bleak world. He also aims to resurface psionics users. To bring back the Keepers of the Cerulean Sign. But first things first. Comrades to aid him. Power. Then Simon.