Quaerentes in Extremis
Covenant: Quaerentes in Extremis
Saga: Loch Leglean
Characteristics: Int +3 (insightful), Per +2, Pre 0, Com +2, Str 3 (small frame), Sta +1 (willful), Dex +1, Qik 1
Age: 26 (26), Height: 4’3’’, Weight: 73 lbs, Gender: Female
Warping Score: 0 (0)
Confidence: 1 (3)
Virtues and Flaws: The Gift, Affinity with Intellego, Book Learner (Book Quality: +3), Clear Thinker (Bonus: +3 to resist lies, confusion, subterfuge), Hermetic Magus, Well Traveled, Cautious Sorcerer (Bonus: Three fewer botch dice casting spells or in lab), Quiet Magic (Spellcasting Penalty: None for soft voice, 5 if not speaking), Secondary Insight, Figurine Magic, Puissant Intrigue*, Deficient Technique (Perdo), Deleterious Circumstances (Loud Noises), Twilight Prone, Small Frame, Seeker, Fostered Apprentice
Personality Traits: Careful +3, Curious +2, Anxious around noise 3
Dodge: Init: 1, Attack , Defense 1, Damage
Knife: Init: 1, Attack )
Abilities: Philosophiae 2 (ceremonial magic), Teaching 1, Area Lore Soctland: Area 2 (Galloway) (2), Penetration 1 (1), Latin 4 (hermetic usage), Artes Liberales 2 (astronomy), Code of Hermes 1 (apprentices), Magic Theory 3, Parma Magica 1 (Mentem), Magic Lore 1 (magical traditions), Concentration 2 (reading), Etiquette 2 (Order of Hermes), Intrigue 1+2 (plotting), Charm 1 (Witty), Folk Ken 3 (magi), Guile 2 (Pretend Innocence), Stealth 1 (Sneaking), Area Lore: Alps Italy: Area 1 (geography), Area Lore: Greece: Area 1, Awareness 1 (noticing watchers), Gaelic 1 (1), Italian 5 (prose), Greek 3 (prose), Order of Hermes Lore 1 (history), Figurine Magic 1 (Supernatural Virtue)
Arts: Cr 7, In 9, Mu 6, Pe 5, Re 2, An 0, Aq 3, Au 2, Co 6, He 6, Ig 2, Im 5, Me 9, Te 3, Vi 6
Equipment: Wax Tablet; Generic Figurine (Recipient; Material; Effect; Lasts Until); Wizardly Robes; Elegant Gown; Merchant clothing
Encumbrance: 0 (0)
Whispering Winds (InAu 15) +12
Cloak of the Duck’s Feathers (ReAq 5) +6
The Crystal Dart (Mu(Re)Te 10) +6
Frosty Breath of the Spoken Lie (InMe 20) +19
Posing the Silent Question (InMe 20) +19
Thoughts Within Babble (InMe 25) +19
Wizard’s Communion (MuVi
I don’t remember much about my mother. I do have hazy memories of learning to read by candlelight, a gentle touch, a patient voice… but these are the misty memories of early childhood. Even so, my mother dominated my first five years, and there are few others I have ever met who demonstrated her quiet, masterful demeanor, her way of commanding attention while speaking softly in one corner of a room.
Perhaps that vision was merely a mirage in the rosy eyes of a child, but I do know that my mother was an amazing teacher and scholar. How else, at the age of six, would I have commanded enough of a knowledge of written Italian to continue my studies on my own? How else would I have learned the curiosity that overwhelms me each day? I can only trust my memories and the wonder they summon within me.
When I spoke to them of my mother, the other children of the orphanage insisted she was dead, probably jealous that one girl would have the courage to believe her mother was alive. Still, I knew better. The nuns and priests, those whose business it was to know, never spoke a word to me about my mother. They simply changed the subject when I asked. Some had no knowledge, and some of those would tell me my mother was dead, but even at that age, I knew (or fancied I knew) how to spot a lie born of ignorance.
I was on my own throughout those days. Though the nuns taught manners, reading and writing were not seen as fit subjects for a young orphan girl. So I would sneak into the library in secret and read by candlelight. I learned to hide the signs of ash and tallow on my palms and fingers. I learned how to skim a text and learn the author’s personality, all for the sake of finding the interesting books among the rest. And I learned how to lie, hiding my brightness and playing the fool, even as I quietly thought myself wiser than them all.
To my good fortune, I was not skilled enough to hide from everyone. It was at the age of eight that I was noticed by Bartolo of Guernicus. Under his tutelage, I was put through intensive training in Latin and the artes liberales, until by the age of ten I was found worthy of formal apprenticeship. At eleven I thrived, animated by a sense of purpose. At twelve I began to have my doubts, spurred on by my discovery of the history of the fall of Diedne over the course of the year. At thirteen I made the decision that I wanted out — of House Guernicus, though not of the order. I had learned the Code of Hermes well enough to know what option remained to me. Thus, I pledged to myself that I would attract the interest of a Bonisagus mage.
Though I knew at some level that there were two kinds of Bonisagi, the House had always been known to me as academics, and so it was by scholarship that I made my appeal. I privately scribed an original text on Hermetic magic, showing (I believed) a thorough understanding of several competing theories of the reasons for the Lesser Limits. I offered my own speculation on their reasons. This manuscript I secretly sent to an acquaintance of Bartolo’s, a Bonisagus I knew to be actively researching the Limits. Years later I would reread my novice tractatus and be amazed by my past self’s naivete.
I was noticed, but not by the Bonisagus I had targeted. He shared the text with Ariadne, a magus Trianomae who visited him some months after his manuscript’s arrival. She was impressed not so much with my command of theory, but by my skill with words as well as the initiative shown by its creation. Two flaws in my approach, she would later tell me at length, were my immodesty and lack of subtlety. It was naive to think that the observations of even an outstanding apprentice would be enough to break Limits with which generations of magi had grappled their entire lives. It was artless to appeal, as I had in my introductory letter, directly to a mage to take me on as his apprentice, and particularly so to write him without knowing that he already had two. This naivete and this artlessness, she told me, must be unlearned.
I would have years in which to unlearn it, because at the age of fourteen, I became Ariadne’s apprentice. After she had personally verified that Bartolo had no knowledge of my little writing project and had spoken with me at length about my intentions and my hopes, she claimed me as her own. The next several years would be a blur of travel. Though uncommon for a Trianomae apprentice, my bookish nature was a boon to Ariadne as it provided me with an adequate occupation throughout our myriad expeditions. For my part, I had finally met a woman whose quiet presence evoked in me the memory of my mother. I would follow her wherever she led.