User:Adventurer-like-you

I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an...

Arrow to the knee

Bolt to the elbow

Projectile to the leg

Nazeem to the grave

Ice spike to the foot

Stormcloaks to Sovngarde

Chicken to jail

Giants toe to the sky

Lydia to the doorway

Jordis to the Temple

Sven to Boethia

Nerevar to Red Mountain

Engraved Ring of Healing to Fargoth

Advisor to Neloth

Death to the Thalmor

Cliff Racer to every square inch of Morrowind

We're watching you...scum.

Character: Tarsus the Wise

Race: Breton

Class: Full Mage

Favorite Skill: Restoration

Moral Standpoint: Lawful Good

gods: Azura, Meridia, Mara, Dibella

Follower: Serana, usually has no follower

Main faction:

Skyrim: College of Winterhold

Oblivion: Mage's Guild

Morrowind: Telvanni and Imperial Legion

Lore: Tarsus was born in Morrowind to two Bretons who died when he was young. He grew up in Tel Vos with the Telvanni mages. He saw the wonders of their magic and desired to be a powerful mage one day. In his early life he trained with various Telvanni, until he became good enough to train with Master Aryon himself. He practiced the mage's arts every day, and studied ancient things under master Aryon. He was so good that in simply 20 years, he surpassed master Aryon who had been mastering the arcane arts for thousands of years. He then toured Tamriel going to all corners of the continent searching for those to teach him. He trained with a few masters across the land and surpassed them all. Now knowing all known sorceries in Tamriel, including that of the fabled Psijic Order, he went back to Tel Vos to study. On his journeys he learned of Shalidor, one of the greatest mages to ever live. To this point he had avoided all necromancy, seeing it as vile and dark; however, he decided to use it just this once to speak to Shalidor. This was behind locked doors in his chainbers, so no one observed this conversation. He remained in this chainber for a year, not coming out once. One day he emerged from his chainber; he had a great white beard, and seemed more powerful, almost like his magicka could be felt in an aura around him. After his talk with Shalidor, he headed to Atmora, the land of ice. No one saw him again for decades, although the occasional sailor saw great walls of fire to the north, or enormous storms of immense power. Over the years Tarsus became a story; "the mage of the north" they called him. This story soon became a ledgend, and that ledgend then became a myth. But towards the end of the Third era, some ventured to prove this myth. A team of sailors voyaged due north to Atmora. As they approached the icy continent, a great lightning storm gathered around them, almost from clear day. Amidst the storm they saw a figure atop the jutting iceberg on the shore. He was holding a staff to the heavens; it seemed that he was the cause of the storm. "I am Tarsus: wise mage of the north" came a thundering voice. The men were now terribly afraid of this man, beholding his great power. " I am Tarsus, do not be afraid; if you come bearing peace, I have no quarrel with you." the ancient wizard thundered. The sailors, despite the response of peace turned round and headed south. But the sailors found themselves suddenly on the shore seeing their ship afloat on the horizon. "Why be you here?" said the mage in a now less intimidating voice. The sailors responded weakly," We simply wanted to meet the mage of the north." "Here I am, what say you?" inquired the ancient. But in that moment a great flash of orange came to their left. It was a great gate of orange, emitting an almost evil aura. From it poured grotesque and fierce monsters of all sizes. (I'll finish this later)