Role

Chapter 1

A giant as curious as he is large, Aundar has ever had a penchant for
exploration, and seeking out knowledge that others are wise enough to avoid
seeking or unwilling to seek due to fear. He has spent the better part of his
life studying Thera as he flies around the skies, oblivious or uncaring as to
the machinations of most cabals. Most cabals.

Empire has clearly been an exception to this. Being jumped by Nysveld, Ekebe,
and Merlah when he was middling titles in his guild instilled a deep-seeded
hatred of the Empire, for they represent not only tyranny, but ownership of
though of their subjects. Aundar has believed for his entire life that
knowledge is the true pinnacle and meaning to life, for experience is all
that he has. Learning from his experiences is something he is still lacking
at, but is making progress.

The better part of his adult life has been spent inside the place known as
Silent Tower. He has made some progress understand and trying to unlock it's
secrets, but a foolish error of striking a golem inside has made him persona
non grata inside and that has really frustrated him and as well made him
angry at his own foolishness. Which has evidenced itself repeatedly inside
the tower. The number of stupid, avoidable, idiotic defeats he has suffered
inside have made him quite humble.

As he has aged, he has realized some of his shortcomings, and even more of
his weaknesses. His journeys he never believed would come to a point where he
simply did not have the intelligence to complete his quests. Nethlaaric the
chronomancer has urged him to complete a task, and despite all his abilities
and strengths as well as resources, he simply does not see any possible way
to complete it. Aundar has resorted to trying to bring others into the Tower
to assist him.

In his travels he never believed one place, the Tower, would ever consume him
so much with a thirst to 'know'. Who built the Tower? Who are the Thirteen?
Who is R.? Who was the Lord of the Tower before Nethlaaric? Why does he wish
the memories of the draconic spirits in Ayerthl Zelaath? Will he somehow gain
power over those of the gray still inside with these memories?
Who is it that seeks the elixir from him? who is 'the source' in the journals
found in the corpses on the Tower's floors? Questions too numerous to name
fill his mind when he eats, fill his dreams when he sleeps, and the duality
of the Tower calls to him.

The questions are so numerous, and the answers so obscured within the Tower
that he literally cannot stand to be outside it for even a few moments. He
lives, breathes, and sleeps the need to know more of the place called Nyathl
Ikalith. Sadly this has proven a very painful and damaging experience, if not
enlightening.