Vehn

Vehn
Status
Race	Gnome
Gender	Male
Guild	Moon Mage
Instance	Prime

Appearance

You see Renowned Enchanter Vehn, Professor, a Gnome.
Vehn has slightly pointed ears and silver-flecked blue-green eyes. His golden brown hair is short and wavy, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has fair skin.
He is tiny for a Gnome.
He is young for a Gnome.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black silk tricornered hat with silver trim, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a hooded black leather cloak scorched with celestial sigils, a black dahlia, a jade four-leaf clover clustered with tiny emeralds, a jousting shield, a large spidersilk sack, a black spidersilk weapons harness clasped with a burnished gold star, an elegant black traveler's rucksack, a flowing white pirate shirt with black embroidery along the cuffs, a starlight ruby-eyed viper charm, a blue gem pouch, a pair of ebony pants wrapped around the hips with a tightly woven belt of spidersilk and some giant black boots.

Background

Vehn grew up in a community that primarily consisted of Kaldars. Rolling hills of the greenest grass created a backdrop for this incredibly small village. The Kaldars had a war-camp set up and would rely on the Gnome population to assist them with things they couldn’t understand. Most, dabbled in creating new ways to make stronger steel for blades. Others worked on a water supply for the fields. Vehn’s father wasn’t around much, due to his job, he was the chief engineer for the creation of an improved version of a suspension bridge that would hold the weight of a caravan of many Kaldar solders, and his mother was ill for the majority of his childhood.

His father was a very sad man. Vehn recalls how his father used to come home and not say anything to his family and just go to sleep. Vehn didn't think much of it, until he followed him to work one day. He discovered that his father wasn't an engineer; he was a farmer, a Gnome farmer. His father was picking strawberries in the very field that his uncle supplied water for. Vehn became enraged, so enraged he wanted to run away, not even return home, just leave straight from the field, but he couldn’t leave his sick mother.

Vehn never saw his father in the same regard as he had before. He had always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, he wanted to make enough coin working for the Kaldars that he could find a cure of his mother’s illness. Vehn slowly begin to loose all hope, he became obsessed with his father’s lie and that he had lied to his sick mother. A few months passed, he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he didn’t want his mother to know the truth, so he left, he left his mother on her death bed. Soon after Vehn disappeared his mother died.

When Vehn learned of his mother’s death, regret and revenge filled his soul. He continued to wander, doing odd jobs, something that was expected of a commoner.

On his way to a job he had heard about from this scruffy looking Halfling, he got lost on his way to Arthe Dale. He stopped at this little brook to get a drink of water. When he stumbled over a pile of clothing, as he was recovering from his fall a shadow loomed over him, glancing upward he saw a beautiful Halfling covering herself with just a small cloth. Vehn, now quite embarrassed he had stumbled across someone bathing in the brook, averted his eyes quickly as she laughed, and picked up her clothing. Needless to say they began to talk and she would laugh at his very bad jokes. She took Vehn in, to her home in Arthe Dale. Vehn soon learned she was a daughter of the famous farmer, Burrell, who had developed a way to farm peppers in the winter; people shunned him, they didn't like the idea of farming against the season.

He was a wonderful man, taught Vehn everything he knew, of farming, pipe weed, magic, and life. They grew to become great friends. Burrell would talk about his younger years, how he had dreamed of becoming a Moon Mage, how his mother told him not to be silly, he was the son of a farmer and a clothier and he belonged in Arthe Dale, so that’s where he was to stay. So he did stay, but still dreamed of the guild he never joined.

As seasons changed, winter soon found it’s way to Arthe Dale, Burrell decided to try his new formula for pepper growth. The town’s folk came after Burrell, they killed him, they killed him with pitchforks. Vehn was there when it happened he saw the whole thing and couldn't do anything to stop them. He was far too small. Burrell’s daughter begged Vehn to stop them. After her father died she couldn't look at Vehn. She hated him, loathed him. She didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, her eyes became lifeless. The twinkle was gone, not even a slight grin from a joke Vehn would tell

She killed herself, Vehn found her in her father’s house, hanging from a rafter in the common room. Vehn left Arthe Dale that day, and wandered towards theCrossing.

When Vehn arrived at the northeast gate of the city, there was a man just sitting there digging though some dirt. It was quite odd because right after he found a twig, or piece of grass. He would just toss it in a bucket not far from his left hand. Vehn watched for a bit since he found this to be quite odd. Some time passed and the man stopped digging and began to chant, he gestured, and a beam of clear silvery-blue light, it was translucent, but yet it had distinct edges. Vehn was lost for words; he had never seen such a thing. He then remembered what Burrell had told him, not so long ago. Vehn asked the man if he was part of a guild, he replied, “Yes young man, I’m a Moon Mage.”