Morgan Potter

Morgan Potter[T]
Race	Elan
Status	Alive

Descritpion

Connections

Family

He shares kinship with all other Elans
- Timor
The family in Rosebrook which took him in when he was found could be seen as a figurative family
- Gregory Wadeford - "Family"
- Jenny Wadeford - "Family"

History

The Stranger

What happened to Morgan in his life before the recent decades is unknown. He was found shambling out of the old mine, located on the outskirts of Rosebrook in the year 851 p.o.

The mine had been shut down several years earlier, and mere coincidence caused a two young boys out looking at the abandoned shacks to find him before anything bad happened. They immediatley fled for home for help, and a small possey formed to investigate.

Initially wary of what the boys had reported, the group soon identified a lost, exhausted, and scared human. Or at least close enough to human to not be murderd. They brought him back to their village, where he was treated for some injuries, given food, and a bed to rest.

The stranger recovered quickly, but had trouble communicating beyond the basics at first. Over the course of a couple of weeks he did pick up the language. Taught partly by the elders of the village, and partly by the youngsters, who found the prospect of a grown adult not speaking the language endlessly amusing.

The Potter

As the rudimentary vernacular fell into place, the desire to return the favor grew. Morgan, a name he chose for himself, was not much for heavy lifting or manual labor, but shaping things sparked something in him, and he got his hands on a piece of clay for the first time, his eyes practically lit up.

Within the month the city was brimming with clay pots, cups, trinkets and figures. The old potter was an old man, and gladly took him in as an apprentice, but rarely had to show Morgan a technique more than a time or two before he grasped the basics. The man entered an arrangement where he glazed and fired the goods, and Morgan could indulge in his creative impulses.

Red Eyes

The fact that he did not seem to sleep like the other villagers, and started going for days without eating, indicated that Morgan was not like other humans. That is in addition to his unique apperance.

One bell Morgan was met by a set of eyes with the same red irises when glancing up from his workshop bench.

The stranger acted like the two were old aquaintences, but got a concerned expression when Morgan told him about his amnesia. The stranger introduced himself as Timor, and told Morgan that he might want to clear the next weeks, as they had a lot to talk about.

The Elans

The two talked for a long time. Bells upon bells of ancient history spilled from Timor. The origin of the Elan "race" in the distant mists of time, the trials and tribulations they had all lived through, the nature of their powers, and the dangers they faced.

Backstory as told by Timor

This exchange was done in "Ancient" or "The Old Tongue", and though initially not understood, it came back to you surprisingly quickly. A point was made by Timor that the Elan see "Ancient" as a language they would like to be keep secret and only speaking it among themselves. It makes private conversations much easier.

Introduction

After the initial chatting, getting the pleasentries out of the way, and fishing for traces of any deception, you get down to business. He expresses dismay at your amnesia, and starts to recite what he knows about you in an effort to spark some remembrance.

"We were, and still are, brothers of a sort. We grew up together, and our paths have crossed many times since then."

Origin

"You are an Elan, like me. We may have been human once, but if so I do not remember it anymore, nor do any other elan I've ever met. We could also have been created fully formed. Frankly, I don't really care. I've always been me, and that's fine by me."

"As for age; We are older than The Ordering, we are older than K'Shaal and the rise of the remnants, and we are even older than the Age of Rust. I can remember a time when the sun moved in the sky. When it would go fully dark every bell. A black blanketed with thousands upon thousands of stars."

"We had some years of that back then, but then it all stopped. The cause of the planet halting, or becoming rotationally locked to the local star as it were, is not entirely known to any of us. We all assume the aberrations from the underdark were involved. There were fewer gods back then, and none of them would have pulled of anything like this. The Fae were still subservient to Yarec, and he would not let that happen, I think. And for some reason the other outwards facing gods seem to have not noticed, or more likely are not in a position to start it back up again."

Purpose and Powers

"Speaking of aberrations and gods, that brings me to our powers."

"You see, we are not quite human, like I said, but the part that is not human is the same as that our aberrant enemy - the Illithid. To be clear, we're not monsters, and we don't have a craving for human blood, brains or anything like that. We simply have slightly modified nerve system, and a brain that can resonate with reality in an unusual way. I'm not the best one to explain the theory of this part, but I can show you a thing or two, and save you a bit of trial and error."

"But let's return to the Illithid for now. There are some things you need to know about them, in case you should need it."

Using a pen and paper he sketches drawings and diagrams of a mind flayers, and other psionic threats. Explaining which of them can be found where, and what to watch out for. This gives you a short introduction to psionics as a field of knowledge, as well as a basis for dungeoneering.

"The fact is that we were made to better understand the psionic power of the illithid, to harness it, and turn it back on them. We were an experiment that turned into a military project, directed to strike at the enemy in novel ways. In the end we weren't really needed, as constructs proved much more effective at eradication than a relative handful of experiments. It is not a noble origin, nor one that inspires greatness, but it's what we've got and I say it roots us in reality."

"Over the ages, the feared invasion of the surface from the deep underground never came, and unless we get any sign that they still exist, we elans are free to make our own way is this world. Should we ever become aware of any surviving Illithids, however, or any other traces of their taint, it is our moral responsibility to see that they cease to exist, by any means necessary."

Other Elans

"There are other Elans on Orn, but not very many. Exact numbers are not clear. I'm thinking 4 to 6, but I could be wrong. Across the other continents and planes, the number is sure to be greater, but no precise number is known. We usually do not like to stand out, which makes it hard to get a good count. "

"When we were first created we were somewhere around one hundred in number, give or take, but we're not immortal, and given enough time, we may suffer from diseases or injuries and die like anyone else. Eventually we'll all fall, but not because of age. I have not seen or heard any indication that our numbers have increased. Either through procreation with any other humanoid race, or through any other more creative means."

"But beware. Immortality brings out the worst in people. Either jealousy if it is found in others, or despotism in a leader who grows cynical. Neither of these ends with us keeping our heads. Keep to yourself, do good if you're so inclined, but do not get complacent. Uproot regularly, lest you grow too attached. It's hard, but it gets easier."

The two returned to the mine Morgan was found by during this time, but nothing around or inside it yielded any answers. Morgan had been back numerous times before, but hoped new eyes could find something new.

The New Normal

After months of visits from Timor, new meditation techniques, and much self reflection, Morgan could again call himself a psion. He set out on a walkabout of sorts, to see the sights of Orn. If he would not get his memories back, he could at least start making some new ones. A good start would be a city with a proper library. This brought him to Cainbridge at first, then Blackport and Oxfold.

Regained Memories

After having found a hidden tunnel to his old laboratory, Morgan Potter has regained some of his memories. He has gained a surface level recall of his old life. Mostly through reunion with an old psicrystal, and partly by skimming through some of his notes.

Literature Found

In presumed chronological order of writing:

Goals and motivations

Develop psionic abilities
Explore sculpting as an artform

Notable equipment