He's the son of a common Oeridian shipbuilder who had managed to woo proud Suloise women from a moderately noble family. She always told her son, "Dedicate yourself to study, and thus shall you become a man."


ST 9
DEX 5 (-2)
CON 15 (1)
INT 15 (
WIS 15 (1)
CHA 13 (

HP 4
Speed 120’(round)/40’(turn)
Thac0 (Melee/Ranged) 19/21

Save v. Breath 16
Save v. Poison/Death 12&13
Save v. Petrify/Paralysis 13
Save v. Magical Device 12
Save v. Spell 14

Cantrips (6/hour)
Charm Person
Detect Magic
Read Magic

Silver Dagger (1d4)
Oil Flask (1d8)

(5) Empty Flasks
(3) Garlic Cloves
(5) Oil Flasks
(5) Oil Flasks
(50ft) Hemp Rope
(5) Preserved Rations
(3) Wooden Stakes


“Indeed, my compatriot,” chimes a comparably sweet voice illuminated by smiling eyes twinkling through spectacles, “you speak truly. I often find that when I order myself a beer, I tend to drink it. And if I should neglect to drink, then I discover a lightness to my stomach at the expense of heaviness in my heart.”

“But I sense that I perhaps offended you,” moves the grey beard, sweetness becoming mellow as tenor masters itself in baritone. “I meant no harm, my stout ally in brew. It merely happens that your title piqued an academic curiosity. For I am, in part, a student of names and titles, and, by good fortune, I once had the pleasure of studying the noble history of your illustrious race some years ago.”

“So then, I beg, permit me to even the score between us. As I asked you to divulge the secret of your title, allow me to repay the unwelcome request by revealing the mystery of my own name.”

“My mother, you see, was a proud woman. Not so much prideful, mind you, she was just that sort of woman who holds her head a little higher than her fate might otherwise allow. But my father, a truly kind man, was a common laborer.”

“Now my loving father, he was a skilled worker, a shipbuilder of good craft. But, so I discovered upon reflection, he had little ambition in business. It seems to me, in my mature estimation, that he considered his wife and children as his true business, for he devoted himself to being an excellent husband and a wonderful father.”

“In fact, my good dwarf, I judge it to be precisely this affection for family and his superlative gentility that attracted my noble mother to this commoner, much to the chagrin of her father, or so I gather. It’s not like I have had much conversation with him, you see, for he was not such a man himself, a bit more…industrious. Hmmm…industrious. Haha! Yes, that will do. Industrious is a kind description.”

“Nonetheless, my mother and father were certainly in love. There was no denying that. Yet, it seems she never lost her sense of refinement. Although, from what I gather, my grandfather was very unrefined behind his smirks.”

“Ah, but I have digressed,” chuckles the melodic essayist, cleaning his glasses on the inside of his cloak.

“Let me see,” he says, adjusting the frames back onto his visage, “yes. That was it. I was expounding the meaning of my name.”

“Now then, even though I have said name just now, I could, in honor of your company, my compatriot in fermentation, indeed, I could also say it is a title. But then again, if you pardon my dialectic habit, I believe you have made a very profound insight. In many ways, all names are titles, and, in other ways, titles become names.”

“For my part, my name was given to me by the sensibilities of my mother. For, you see, she named me with a title, and she intended my title to become my name. She was a clever woman, very clever, especially when it came to caring for her family.”

“As I mentioned, my father employed his hands in the ship trade. Thus, his mind was serving his hands, for his hands were ordered by his boss to build this or construct that. My mother loved my father deeply, but she had certain aspirations for her firstborn son, you see. It was her intention that my mind should lead, and my hands attempt to serve my own thoughts as their foreman.”

“To this end, she had, I later learned, long considered how best to provide an education for me. Then she discovered the different sentiments of my father. I believe it to be the only unresolved disagreement between such otherwise united souls. For my father, as you no doubt have already guessed, quite simply assumed I ought to learn his craft. Later in life, I was able to perceive his intention had been for me to exercise the inheritance of his skill to become the master of the shipyard. You see, my father was not quite as unambitious as his ambitious father-in-law liked to claim.”

“All the same, my mother, whether in desire or foresight I know not, set me on the course I have followed ever since, the studies of books. I think she may have thought I would become a doctor or maybe…yes, I see. How did I fail to consider this before? She wanted me to grow into a politician the opposite of her father, to be wise where he was cunning, to be giving where he was taking. Ahh, she was thoughtful, and I never thought of that…”

“You see, she named me Treguladan. Quite simply, it means that through a deep or contemplative study I would become the man I ought to be. Tre, you know, is ‘through.’ Gul, of course, means ‘long study,’ and adan is just simply ‘man.’ So, ‘through long study, a man,’ with the verb of being implied obviously.”

“But it was through that study that I, as I see today for the first time, turned from the course she had intended to one of my own. In studying archaic things, I became arcane, so to speak. In other words, I discovered magic. And the study on which she had launched me gradually changed.”

“No longer did I read ‘gul’ as mere book learning. Rather, I saw it as a portent deriving from its implied meaning, namely, ‘the lore of magic’ or simply ‘magic.’ Therefore, the name that was my title become a title that I have taken as a name. And the kindness of my father and care of my mother proved true, so that, through learning of magic I matured into a man.”

“Ah, but there, you know, I have forgotten I was drinking beer. My soliloquy reverted my mind to the lecture of a classroom. And look! You have finished your ale, and mine is full. Avast! To the brew!”


CotMA: Castle of the Mad Archmage Gregorius_Nor_Adamantius