Emhyr von Emeric

Physical Description
I am a human man, standing at 5'9" and about 165 lbs. I have light brown eyes and shoulder length mousy chestnut blonde hair, typically kept out of my face by my chapeau a bec. I am 36 years old as of writing this in 4E 647. Typically I can be found either in my traveling garb, consisting of cheap rugged ware, or in my nicer clothes that I use simply to look presentable in front of upper class peoples.

Early Life
I was born 28 Maskus in the year 611 near Mont Freudenmatter in Redwyn as the second of four daughters to Rena and Ilvin von Emeric. At birth my name was Emreis von Emeric. Freudenmatter is a city rich in history and living their for much of my formative years proved to be much of a boon to my education. It seemed to me as a child that every one of my peers was picking up some sort of apprenticeship and leaving their educations behind. I begged my family to let me be different, to let me study somewhere, in the council city of Aleyarsk, or to go abroad and study in Hoxboard. In the end we never had the gold to make it so. I packed my bags and at the age of 13 left my home to figure out what I could be.

Leaving Home
My first step after leaving home was to figure out where I would go next, yes? I don't suppose I ever really made it there. The wilds of Redwyn are dangerous, and full of vicious creatures, which I discovered quite easily not but 3 days after my departure as I was set upon by a behir. Thankfully I escaped quickly enough, but I decided to take that as my first learning experience, to not underestimate nature. I had thought originally that my first stop should be Mont Ives, but I suppose I never realized that the city could only be entered by air, and so I continued to wander, traveling ever further South, then West, then North, and further West until the world stopped giving me ground to walk on. It was then I took to the seas.

Travels and Novels
The oceans near the Crescent Coast are unparalleled in their beauty. Mtharin is known as the shining jewel of the West, which is a statement not given lightly, as there is already much in the way of natural beauty about the place. By the time I set sail to Iairihn's colony of Ehtslen, I was 22 years old, and it was on that three month journey that I wrote the first of my series of books: The Wanderings and Ponderings of a Peasant Lad. This book I wrote under a false name, Emhyr von Emeric, a name that later felt more real than my own skin.

Ehtslen is a strange and mystical place, its few towns feeling ever so much smaller when you look at the vast grasslands they exist upon. I lived there for the next four years of my life, writing and learning from books sent over in shipments, and on occasion exploring what little was known about this new world. The next book I would write would be a bestiary on the creatures found there, and near the massive forest to the north of the continent: The New Natural World. Due to writing this, I had taken a growing interest in the biology of strange monsters strewn about the world. Because of this, I decided to set sail and return home, this time sailing back to Redwyn.

In my return to my home country, I could tell not much had changed in my absence. Nonetheless, I decided to spend a good portion of my time reconnecting with my mother and sisters, as not long before I had received news of my father's passing. Upon the fifth month of my visit, I received a missive from Aleyarsk, asking me to study alongside some of the best mages and scholars in the country to better understand the natural world. And so I did, spending years teaching, learning, and teaching again, understanding better and better what our universe truly was. In our time we had accomplished great things as well, from coining and truly defining the term "aberration" to religious studies that almost perfectly proves my original theory that magic is not supernatural, but merely a tool the gods used to shape our material plane. All of this you may read more about in my textbook written at the time: Terminus Cognitionus.

Eventually though, the idea of working in a laboratory and reading tomes no longer interested me, perhaps just its mystique fading away. I longed for the days roughing the wilderness and the adventure involved, and so I set back out, descending the mountain Aleyarsk sits upon, and began to wander once again, this time a book in hand, ready to note and collect every story I can. Something recently feels different from before. Whether that be the increasingly hostile tensions to the West, or how it seems the civil war in the Undvike may even be coming to an end, I'm unsure. It feels like history is currently being drawn, and it is just waiting for me to write it down.