Thorin Vellcrest

Thorin's childhood was split between the heat of a bustling tavern and the hush of a dimly lit library. His father, a traveling enchanter, could conjure small wonders after a night of heavy drinking; his mother, a master brewer, could judge a barley batch by scent alone. The combination of these domains colored Thorin’s worldview: strength and spellcraft are not enemies but two faces of the same effort. As a boy, he would relocate kegs to impress locals before demonstrating a cheap street illusion he learned from a traveling rogue. When his father’s caravan was attacked by bandits, Thorin learned to defend people with his body as well as his magic, gradually discovering a peculiar joy in the moment when a spell’s spark and a bar’s buzz align. He found a mentor in an aged wizard who ran a comparative study on all manner of intoxicants and their influence on spellcasting—an odd but revelatory field of inquiry. The wizard’s notes hinted that some alchemical and magical effects share deep, underlying patterns, patterns Thorin chased with a bottle and a wand. He’s walked lines between scholarship and streetwise survival, making friends in both libraries and taverns. His current pursuit is a bizarre project: a spellbook that can absorb the kinetic energy of a charged room and turn it into a controllable surge of magic. He believes that with enough study, he can create a method to harness both strength and sorcery, turning drunken bravado into disciplined mastery. His friends say he’s reckless, his enemies claim he’s dangerous, and his journal suggests a future where every bottle’s pop is a potential spell slot waiting to be filled. Yet through every tilt of the ale, Thorin remains dedicated to the scholar’s life: to read, to remember, and to rewrite the rules of power itself.