The Continent of Morkane
Ancient and powerful Seer, and High Priest of Shinaan Dorumvir.
This man looks as ancient as the walls that surround him. White hair pours from his head and face, littering the floor with massive bands of hair. His pale skin is nearly as white as his hair, and is overrun with wrinkles. Most striking, however, are his blank, unblinking eyes that radiate a golden light. His tiny frame sits atop a massive throne, in front of which lies a large scrying pool. Gorin is incredibly old— older than some of the cities that dot the continent. His age has rendered his body nearly useless, and in fact, none of his order have ever seen him move from his throne. He doesn’t even speak to communicate. His words are simply heard in the minds of those he wishes to speak to. Gorin is a ridiculously powerful caster, in a class called Seer. Despite his hunched, husk of a body, his mind remains alert and sharp. He can recall any event he has experienced personally or magically with utter clarity, though the time before his ascention is very fuzzy.
He and Shen were members of the Thieve’s Guild of Aequora before its disbanding and partners during that time. Gorin had only begun to dabble in divination magic, scounting out locations, figuring out potential targets, and discerning the true intentions of guild members. He favored working with Shen because, despite their profession, Shen never killed but for self-defense, and even then, preferred to use his sap to merely subdue his enemies. The Thieve’s guild had an enormous range of operations, growing and growing with each passing year. As they ascended in rank, the two were made to spearhead missions in far-off places. When word of a powerful artifact near the northern coast of Morkane reached the ears of the guild, Shen and Gorin, along with a small team, were sent. There they found a massive series of caves and caverns, dense with strange monsters. Gorin wanted to turn back— something was interferring with his ability to scout things out, but Shen and the others wanted to push on, as they had gone undetected so far. When they reached the bottom of the tunnels, they found a massive swirling pool of water, radiating light. A narrow bridge system arced over it, and in the center, directly above the eye of the maelstrom, sat a large, jagged chunk of crystal, eminating a blinding golden light. When they approached it, a woman with blood-red hair and piercing golden eyes descended upon them. She rained spells down on them, sending members of the team toppling over the edge and into the whirlpool. When they hit the water, they were rended apart by the pure magical essense. The woman was prepared for them, but Shen managed to drag her down near the water’s edge. All that remained were Gorin and Shen, and when it looked as though she would escape Shen’s ploy, Gorin dove onto her, casting them into the pool. Shen’s efforts to rescue him were futile, and they were torn asunder. Gorin awoke some time later, his powers of divination increased to impossible extents, and his eyes glowing gold. When he set about finding Shen, he discovered he’d quit the Theives’ Guild some time ago, and no one knew where he had gone. When he tried to pinpoint him, he found no sign. Gorin assumed the worst. He fell into a depression, after scanning the world for his friend. He began writing down the things he had seen— journaling the events of the surrounding settlements. He was interested in the interconnectivity of the world’s events. His scope expanded, and so did his books. He returned to the cave to amplify his powers, finding that the ghosts and abominations that had previously haunted it were gone, and eventually began building a library to house his writings. It was months before another person happened by his humble hut on the surface. When they met Gorin, they thought he was one of the gods. They worshipped him, and left only to spread the word of his powers to other towns, and soon Gorin had a small monastery built and dedicated to him. All this time, he stoically went about his task, treating his worshippers politely, but not giving them any orders or direction. Over the years, more and more powerful people became members of his order, and expanded his libraries and his home. Eventually a massive temple was completed. Gorin was very old by this point, making his book-keeping a difficult task, but he had grown in power such that he could commit everything he witnessed to memory. He took a seat in his now massive home, and has remained there ever since— watching the multiverse and its inhabitants. One day a few of his followers were killed in the catacombs beneath the temple by the spirits and creatures that had once inhabited it. Powerful members of the order sealed it off, keeping the creatures at bay, but not hindering the resonant magic.