Rhogar Thundertouch Jharthraxyn

Rhogar grew up in a modest family with both parents. His father was an artisan with the Guild of Fine Carvers while his mother was in the Baker’s Guild. His mother used to expatiate vapid tales of their forebears being imbued with magic from their Draconic primogeniture and using it to propitiate the clans after the Sundering.

During an excursion with his father to the academy of the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors in Waterdeep he came across a spell-book and expounded the first incantation he discovered. As he finished it his father seized his hand to admonish Rhogar for his acrimonious intrusion. Without warning, there was a flash of light and a surge of frost transferred between the two of them encasing his father's arm in ice. Fortuitously, due to Rhogar’s inchoate abilities, no permanent damage was done but he was incontrovertibly aimed down the wizard’s path by the learning of his first cantrip, ray of frost.

Seeing his innate abilities with the Weave, Rhogar was invited to join The Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors where he devoted himself to the study of history and arcana, coalescing the few spells he could along the way. His expedient study of the history of the Arts moved him into a role as a professor and for the past 5 years, he has been imparting his historical knowledge to students at the academy. His mollifyingly short spell list is due to his triumvirate of absent-minded spell-book mishaps. During some research he came across the process of awakening your spellbook to increase the utility of the book instead of it simply being a knowledge bank. He is now continuing to explore this magic and hopes others can help

He is now leaving the safety of the academy to embody the creed of his guild and to answer a mystery. Recently, one of his close colleagues died and left him a note that, even with all his Arcane knowledge, he cannot decrypt. After learning of his intentions to leave teaching his father’s guild and the academy had a staff commissioned for him. As his father handed him the staff his mental acuity surged and he seemed to be able to see the fabric of the Weave like a giant loom laid in front of him. He was able to manipulate the strings without the usual materials, using the staff as a grounding force for his spells instead. Then his father stepped toward him and said, “You haven’t even seen the best part yet” as he twisted an inset knob in the staff’s head to reveal a hidden compartment filled with strips of familiar-looking leather-bound on a retractable reel. “Now you’ll never lose your spellbook again” his father teased while giving him a playful elbow to the ribs. As he turned to say goodbye to his mother she presented him with a dagger that left him flabbergasted. The inscriptions and age of the metal clearly validated all of the tales about Rhogar's ancestors being champions during the Sundering.

Armed with these family heirlooms and his wealth of knowledge he marched off toward his duty and adventure.