Telim

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Telim

Aliases	Magus Telim High Mage Telim Thief of Tables
Species	Human
Age	Late 50s (57-59)
Gender	Male
Status	Alive
Affiliation	Wistram Academy Libertarians (Formerly) Terras
Residence	Wistram
First Appearance	Chapter 7.29 B

Telim is a Human [High Mage] who resides in Wistram Academy. He was originally a member of the Libertarians faction, but would later join the Terras faction.

Appearance

He is a fat, middle-aged man in his late fifties at least, with a pudgy face, a huge, brown (perhaps dyed), bushy beard that resembles an "aggressively fat brown raccoon" that he likes to stroke, and bright orange eyes.

Personality

Telim is a jovial person who enjoys his comfortable lifestyle in Wistram. Despite being lazy and slightly pompous, he is kind-hearted, showing sympathy to the traumatized Earthers and going out of his way to help them by providing tonics and potions. He has a mischievous streak and is renown in Wistram for stealing large quantities of food with a bag of holding. When it comes to magic, Telim is excellent at configuring minute details in spells. While he is enthusiastic about the action and excitement of an adventurer's life, he is less so about the blood and death that comes with it.

Background

Telim was originally from Baleros, until his family sent him to Wistram Academy. After graduating, he spent a year working at a Mage’s Guild on a port city in Terandria. However, he was uncomfortable with his living situation, mainly having to pay for food and lodging, and also was mugged and left for dead at one point. Thus he returned to Wistram to maintain a comfortable lifestyle.

After that he got back to the academy as it is much safer than the outside world, and never left again, only visited First Landing and a few other cities over the years. A decision that he did not regret as his bed was never as comfortable as it was at the academy, and he also earned far less money since he had to spend on food, lodging, travel and etc. This is because the food is practically free, and he can earn a comfortable living without needing to constantly work or send [Message] spells all day like some kind of cast-mule.

As the academy is rather strict about any [Mage] who just wants to stay in it, he had to work hard to earn his place, like having a lot of connections and a place on Wistram’s Council, as well as being active politically. He do some enchanting work as well, and the academy is happy with him if he produce five of his own designed enchanted Speak-Quills per month, which sell well and thus earning his place at the academy.

Chronology

TBA

Powers/Abilities

Classes/Levels:

• [High Mage] Lv. ?

Spells:

As a [High Mage] he is generalist to most spells. He is also good at illusion spells.

• Tier 1:
  • [Light Arrow]
• Tier 3:
  • [Fireball]
  • [Lightning Bolt]
• Tier 4:
  • [Haste]
• Unknown Tier:
  • [Detect Truth]
  • [Levitation]
  • [Paralys—] (full name yet to be revealed)
  • [Slow]
  • [Stonehand]

Trivia

• He was once called a "fat buffoon by Amerys.
• While he never had children, he’d begun remarking that he felt like the Earthers were the children he wished he had. When Sa’la, a friend of his, point out that that was because he hadn’t had to raise them from babies, he retorts that was the entire point.
• Due to his anti-dirt enchantments robes, he doesn’t bother changing clothes—or even changing out of his set of robes—for months on end.

Quotes

• (To Elena) “Miss Elena—please. We’re all for academic—er—knowledge, but let’s stick to the facts, please. Not conjecture.”
• To Aaron:
  • “I say! What’s this about? I wanted to speak to Miss Elena—I’ll compensate her for the time, I know how this goes.”
  • “This is why I don’t leave the academy. Ever. Dead gods. Rats?”
  • “I don’t need one. That poor girl needs one. Every damn child in that room needs one. Come with me.”
• (To Sa’la) “Not now, Sa’la. It’s this terrible thing—I don’t have time to teach anyone spells! Begone! Shoo! No drinking! You—students! Out of the way!”
• (To Vhedel) “Vhedel! Vhedel, get your hemp ass out here you waste of space! Or I’ll confiscate all your damn dreamleaf from the gardens, see if I don’t!”
• (To Elena) “Addicted? Only in the sense that it helps. They might need higher dosages if they keep imbibing; tolerances. But why would I give them something addictive?”
• To Aaron:
  • “My sympathies, young man. Our world is not always kind. I forget that.”
  • “You sound like Miss Elena. I could, but I don’t sell the quills. And even if I did—I’d ruin [Scribes]. The quills are useful for the rich, but let’s not ruin an entire class, hm?”
  • “Lack of interest, young man. We’re not interested in reinventing the wheel when we can fly. I admire the cause, but let me give you some advice: if you want to make something that will earn you funding, make something that appeals to us.”
  • “And then, take twice as long on the project and ask for double, triple what you need. That’s how you fund your little side-projects.”
• (To Aaron) “Because they have sofas and other delightful modalities of sitting there, young Vanwell! Status be damned, I’m stretching out whilst I eat!”
• (To Eldavin) “That was a magnificent illusion spell, sir.”
• (To Sa’la) “Don’t tell me that. What am I supposed to do with your input? I hope he doesn’t embarrass himself.”
• (To Vhedel) “Are we all going to poop worms, Vhedel? Because I’d rather stick a Wand of [Fireballs] down my throat first.”