Race: Half-Elf Class: Bard Background: Sage Davkas loves stories and knowledge. Always had. As a young boy, he read books constantly. He enjoyed stories of heroic adventure as much as a scholarly tome. He always did well in his education. He absorbed his lessons like a sponge soaking up water. As he grew older, his reading tended to be more academic, but he was just as willing to pay a passing bard for a good story. Into adulthood, he continued his love of the unknown and became a researcher at at well known academy. He become engrossed in studies of the arcane. His studies led him to have some magical training, naturally. His focus was twofold. How simple words created such powerful effects, and deep, lost lore that could be use to aid magical abilities now. He was not far in his research, probably less than 2 years, when he found himself stripped of rank and employment within the walls of the academy. The only explanation that he was given was that he was research was being done on forbidden topics. With no more than that, he found himself blackballed in all academia, no longer welcome to research or teach anywhere. In a bout of depression while cut off from his beloved knowledge, he had a sudden spurt of inspiration from his much younger days. Bards ALWAYS seemed to know something. Things that could not be found in any book. The stories always told about great magic and ancient artifacts lost to the sands of time. With this thought percolating in his mind, Davkas found himself full of life again. THIS is how he would continue his research, by traveling the land, gathering stories, always unearthing that next clue. Still, he carries a scroll with him wherever he goes carrying a single question from a once trusted colleague that spurned all this research long ago. Are the gods we know the only gods, or, like some magic, have some been lost to time too?
