Tulrik O. Haggenheim		Inger Marie B. Jakobsen		Lawful Neutral		-1
CHARACTER NAME		PLAYER		ALIGNMENT	DEITY	POINTS
Abjurer6	15000	Human	Medium / 5.0 ft.	5' 9"	136 lbs.	Normal
CLASS	EXPERIENCE	RACE	SIZE / FACE	HEIGHT	WEIGHT	VISION
6	21000	21	Male	Grey	Brownish, Shoulder length, under a pointy hat	0
LEVEL	NEXT LEVEL	AGE	GENDER	EYES	HAIR	TURNS/DAY

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Tulrik O. Haggenheim
	Human RACE 21 AGE 5' 9" HEIGHT 136 lbs. WEIGHT Grey EYE COLOR Pale SKIN COLOR Brownish HAIR COLOR Shoulder length, under a pointy hat HAIR LENGTH PHOBIAS t coward. A mother’s boy. Dislike bullies. PERSONALITY TRAITS INTERESTS SPOKEN STYLE
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Tulrik never knew his father. He died while adventuring with Tulrik's uncle, Nemour Haggenheim, when Tulrik was an infant. Tulrik's mother only had Tulrik and given the fact that she truly loved his father and given the fact that Tulrik looks at lot like his father it is propably not a surprise that Tulrik's mother became somewhat overprotective.

Tulrik always loved reading. Allready before school he would lecture his playmates and get beaten up because of it. Later, they just beat him up because he was a mothers boy and out of habbit.

Perhaps that is why Tulrik’s uncle, who came back rich from the adventure and made sure that his brother’s family was never in need of anything and furthermore bought himself a wizard’s tower, was able to persuade Tulrik's mother to let Tulrik study under his guidance at his tower already when Tulrik was 12 years old. Tulrik cried, starved himself, locked himself into his room and refused to talk to his mother in protest – but she had already made a decision and as always, she got her way with Tulrik. He was only allowed home once a month for a few days.

After a few years Tulrik was no longer homesick and longing for his mother, though he continued to visit her as often as before. Tulrik found that he enjoyed his uncles library but not his alchemy lab. Perhaps it was the explosion in the lab a few weeks after Tulrik moved there that scared the boy. No matter how hard he tried, he could only get Tulrik to cry if he forced him into the alchemy lab.

Tulrik liked to study so much that even after living in Waterdeep for 4 years, he hardly knew his way around the block. It did not come as an surprise for Nemour that Tulrik showed special interest in the school of Abjuration, the school of protection, and showed nothing but contempt to the school of Evocation and especially fireballs. He did so to the degree of getting himself beaten up at the annual Wizards Prodigy Ball at Waterdeep by the other young wizards.

When Nemour's old adventuring group decided to get together, Nemour arranged that the others would bring their apprentices as well. He also arranged for the apprentices to get a small task – they were to travel to a small town not far from the meeting place and fetch craps for the dinner. Nemour had hoped that spending time with the other youngsters would mature Tulrik but Tulrik instantly made himself noted for crying, refusing to go with them and generally making an arse of himself. Nemour had to comfort the young man in public and cast Mage Armour on him before he would go. While away from his mentor, Tulrik was at first completely frightened by his company: An arrogant elven archer and cleric, a female dwarven fighter and last a very strange young man who later turned out to be particular good at opening locked doors.

They were ambushed by a small band of goblins and Tulrik saw his first combat ever, if you count out the abuse and beatings he took from his peers for being a wiseguy. They managed to fight the goblins off and much against Tulrik’s wishes they decided to track the fleeing goblins back to their stronghold, which turned out to be an abandoned ruin. After even more combat, the others finally realized that if Tulrik’s timid personality and his tendency to brag about his knowledge, was endured he could actually be an assert in both investigation and combat. They came back with a considerable treasure. Still, Tulrik had not exactly killed anything himself.

When Nemour and Tulrik returned to Waterdeep, Nemour decided that it was time for Tulrik to get more out. He simply pushed the young man outside and locked the door. Not daring to return and having no friends in Waterdeep, Tulrik walked straight to the nearest temple of Azuth passing an inn and two taverns on the way. In the temple he spent the afternoon and a good portion of the evening reading. Nemour thought this new strategy was a success for almost half a year before a cleric of Azuth, Sister Ital, told him where Tulrik spent his days off. At this point Nemour gave up trying to socialize Tulrik, but Tulrik continued to visit the temple and listen to the textures of Azuth. He had become a somewhat passionate follower of Azuth. If it had not been for Sister Ital the younger clerics would propably have beaten Tulrik up for trying to lecture them about religion and especially about Azuth.

Somehow, somewhere the things he heard in the temple stroke a chord inside Tulrik. He found himself burning with a desire to become one of those wizards told about in the lectures of The Great Ones and he became more secure on himself. Still, he managed to attract the anger of the younger clerics when he pointed out how Elminster could have done things smarter if he had only known the mating rituals of imps.

One early morning ceremony Tulrik dozed off. He had been studying the laws behind the applications of countermagic the night before and had become so caught up that it had become an all nighter. He had a falling sensation and he wanted to cast levitate, but even if he knew the spell in the dream it was dispelled right from his fingertips. Then his ring of featherfall activated but it mysteriously vanished from his finger. He looked down into a bottomless darkness. He cast fly and almost managed to stop his fall when the magic was ripped from his body. Finally he tried flying by waving his arms and screaming as loud as he could: “Heeeeelp, I am faaalling”. Then he heard a gentle laughter and a booming voice: “Good, I have your attension, young Tulrik Ofelia Haggenheim”. “Don’t saa…” Tulrik started whining but the voice interrupted him: “You have been chousen, young Haggenheim”. Tulrik landed softly on the ground. He looked around and immediately recognized Dweomerheart, Azuth's home plane. He knelt, mostly so because his knees became soft and his mind overwhelmed. Azuth looked at his young follower with just a hint of both worry and amusement, then he said: “There is a dark presence that threatens the world itself. You must go to Silverymood, to a tavern named Unicorn’s Horn. There you will meet the chosen ones of my allies and together you will set out to find the magical objects that can stop this presence. That is my bidding, will you do as I command?”. Tulrik continued to stare into the ground from his kneeling position, but managed to speak: “Yes. I will obey!”. Then he swallowed hard and blinked. When he opened his eyes again he was staring into the floor at the temple. He jumped up and ran home, disturbing the ceremony and knocking over a couple of clerics at the way.

Nemour was extremely surprised when Tulrik packed his stuff and took off for Silverymoon later that very day.