<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Lythia<br/>Half-Elf Wizard Sage</strong></span><br/><br/>(http://img00.deviantart.net/c19c/i/2016/122/3/d/hooded_elf_portrait_by_jamesexcalibur-da0yaig.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>AC</strong> 11<br/><strong>HP</strong> 8<br/>Lawful Good <br/><br/><strong>Str</strong> 12 (+1)<br/><strong>Dex</strong> 12 (+1)<br/><strong>Con</strong> 14 (+2)<br/><strong>Int</strong> 16 (+3)<br/><strong>Wis</strong> 12 (+1)<br/><strong>Cha</strong> 10 (+0)<br/><br/><em><strong>Proficiencies</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>Armour</strong><br/><strong>Weapons</strong> Daggers, Darts, Slings, Quarterstaffs, <br/>Light Crossbows<br/><strong>Tools</strong><br/><strong>Saving Throws </strong>Intelligence, Wisdom<br/><strong>Skills</strong> Insight, Investigation, Arcana, History, Perception, Nature<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>   19<br/><br/><strong>Size</strong>   Medium (5’11)<br/><br/><strong>Speed   </strong>30ft<br/><br/><strong>Languages</strong>   Nimerian, Trade, Elven, Sylvan, Celestial, Primordial<br/><br/><strong>Darkvision</strong> – See in dim light 60ft as if bright light, and in darkness as if dim light, but then can’t discern colour, only shades of grey<br/><strong>Fey Ancestry </strong>– Advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put her to sleep<br/><strong>Arcane Recovery</strong> – Once per day after a short rest choose spells slots of a number equal to or less than half her wizard level (rounded up) to recover (provided they are not 6th level or higher).<br/><strong>Researcher</strong> – If she does not know a piece of lore, she will know where or from whom she can learn it.<br/><br/><em><strong>Equipment</strong></em><br/><br/>10 Silver Coins<br/><br/>Quarterstaff (1d6 bludgeoning)<br/><br/>Light Crossbow (1d8 piercing) &amp; 18 bolts<br/><br/>Scholar’s Pack (Containing backpack, a book of lore, two bottles of black ink, a quill, an ink pen, 10 sheets of parchment, a little bag of sand and two small knives, common clothes)<br/><br/>Spellbook (Her notebook from her time studying; a tightly bound leather book choc full of her notations from lectures, classes, private studies and research projects. Some pages have been inserted loosely and are in danger of falling out, and everything has her own annotations, observations and notes scrawled around them. As well as a system of notation derived from her master, she has taken the extra precaution of writing all her notes in Sylvan. Elements of her studies that relate to the languages she has learned – or to creatures who speak those languages – are further annotated in either Celestial or Primordial, respectively)<br/><br/>A letter from a dead colleague posing a question she has not yet been able to answer*<br/><br/>Trinket – A small, weightless stone block (Rumoured to be part of a Cloud Giant’s fortress, it was given to her by her master, Lythia keeps it as a token to remind her of him)<br/><br/><em><strong>Spells</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>2 Level 1 Spell Slots<br/>After every Long Rest she can prepare spells from her spellbook equal to her Intelligence Modifer plus her Wizard level</strong><br/><br/><strong>Cantrips</strong><br/><em>Minor Illusion<br/>Mage Hand<br/>Mending</em><br/><br/><strong>1st Level Spells</strong><br/><em>Witch Bolt<br/>Magic Missile<br/>Unseen Servant<br/>Tasha’s Hideous Laughter<br/>Ray of Sickness<br/>Charm Person</em><br/><br/>*The Letter:<br/>  Dear Lythia,<br/>  A prank recently pulled by Sedjurs has gotten me thinking. His jest involved Illusionary Scripted, he disguised a sheet from Macherska’s journal to that it appeared, to me only, to look like a page from the Book of Flesh. I embarrassed myself when I exclaimed in horror and chastised Macherska for going against her morals so casually, whilst everyone else could see only her research notes on Tenser’s Floating Disc.<br/>  After splitting Sedjurs’s lip (he denied it but who else could be responsible?), I got wondering. Glythe spells that can be activated only upon reading, whilst versatile in these specifications, do leave areas vague. Would it be possible to hide such a spell by illusionary script, and thus ensure no one inadvertently saw it, yet all be guaranteeing that the intended target triggered it (assuming no anti magic contingencies were applied)?<br/>  Let me know when you have any ideas on this,<br/>  Bezzin<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Background</div><div class="spoiler_body">   Lythia was born to a human mother and raised among humans from the age of six in the Kingdom of Nimeria. She endured a difficult upbringing, set apart and upon by her human half-siblings and disdained by her mother’s partner as a living symbol of his woman’s infidelity. Her bullying led her to seek isolation from the other children of the town where her mother’s partner worked as a cooper and sequester herself in whatever inn or tavern she could buy a table and morsel of food in (usually exchanging small knick-knacks in the market for enough coppers to pay for a few hours’ respite).<br/>   On one such egress while she was drying her wet clothes by the hearth she noticed a book left behind by the town alchemist who had been having lunch in the tavern. Always a curious child Lythia took the book down by the fire to content herself with as she whiled away the hours alone. The book’s Elven script came as no mystery to her, as she had been taught to read Elven as a toddler growing up in the home of a serving girl of her father’s, and though out of practise she gradually began to decipher the pretty – if alien – markings enough to read the book. As it happened, the book was simply a collection of romances told of the High Elves of Noldolín, but Lythia’s ever-present desire to know more about her Elven heritage – that half of her that caused so much ridicule and mistreatment by the other children – kept her sitting by the fire reading, until the sun had gone down outside and the day’s patrons were settling down in front of the hearth with their families for bed.<br/>   When Lythia realised what time it was, after sheepishly apologising to Bargomar the Dwarven innkeep she inquired innocently what was to be done with the book left behind. Seeing as how he couldn’t tell Elven from Goblin, Bargomar simply shrugged his fat shoulders and told the girl she could keep it if she wanted. Lythia hesitated – she knew the person who left it behind would be sad without it, it was a very good book – but eventually determined to return the next day in the hopes of returning the book to its rightful owner. She spent that night curled up by the light of the cook pot flicking through the book and absorbing as much as she could of the language that she was by now getting increasingly more confident in reading.<br/>   The following day Lythia returned with the book to Bargomar’s tavern and inquired as to if the apprentice alchemist had been by to visit. When Bargomar stated he hadn’t, Lythia took up her place by the fire and began to read the Elven book, again, from the first page, by no means discouraged by the prospect of rereading a book she’d just read, but rather happy to have the opportunity to enjoy again the mysterious language of her birth. She didn’t notice the hours slipping away or the amount of times one of Bargomar’s rotund daughters stoked over the coals in the fire, so transfixed was she by the tales of Elven princesses and heroes of yore and their trials and loves and battles against fearsome spider-queens and hobgoblin kings.<br/>   She was only roused from her reading by the shadow that fell across her page; looking up, she was elated to find that the apprentice alchemist had found his way back to the inn in search of his missing tome. When he saw the young child engrossed in the book, his first question was a gruff “What in the Nine Hells are you doing?” Her sweet response – that she was reading while she waited to give the book back to him, its rightful owner – disarmed the young man, and after collecting himself he was in the process of asking how on Earth she could read Elven when his eyes slid across her pointed eartips. Smaller than an Elf’s, for sure, but her heritage was unmistakable. She was twice and twice again more beautiful than the nearest child her age in that smoke-filled tavern. With an amused glint in his eye, he thanked her deeply for her prudence by offering to pay for her bed and board for the night. Lythia, in awe of what was on offer, took the apprentice up without hesitation, and was to spend the night purring in her sleep, sprawled out across the comparatively leviathan double-bed the apprentice had paid for for her, and her alone. Snug and happy snoozing next to the crackling of her own fire, Lythia, for the first time in her life, felt like a High Elven princess from the storybook she’d just given back.<br/>   The following morning she was treated to a full breakfast of pork fat and greased bread – another boon from the clearly overly charitable apprentice – and then, with Bargomar’s permission, slipped out back of the tavern to wash herself with water from the inn’s well. It was here the apprentice found her again, politely turning away and waiting patiently until she had dressed herself again and tied her sodden hair into a loose ponytail. Once she was proper, he extended her an invitation to his master’s place of business, where he said they could find work for a girl as obviously intelligent and curious as this curious little half-elf child drying her clothes by the hearth. Lythia’s incredulity was dampened by the promise of payment – enough payment, the apprentice assured her, to buy a cosy bed and a tasty meal every day, if she so desired.<br/>   So Lythia went with the apprentice and came to the town’s resident alchemist. It turned out that for a lot of the alchemist’s rarer reagents, it was necessary for him to trade with the Wood Elves outside the kingdom. In these trades, much of the shipment manifests and receipts drawn up were penned in Elven, and long had the alchemist desired somebody capable of making sense “of that Elvish gobbledegook.” He needed Lythia to come in once a day to look over some of the documents passed to him by his Elven partners, and quickly transcribe them into the Common Tongue, and in exchange he’d see to her bed and board.<br/>   Lythia was to take to her new task with all the enthusiasm she’d shown for deciphering the apprentice’s book (the book, a good-faith gift between the Elven importers and the alchemist, was quickly gifted to Lythia in turn for the eagerness with which she was to pursue her new job). To Lythia, it was all the same – be it an Elven romance or a balance of payments bill. It was Elven, and Elven stoked her curiosity and hunger to learn more about her people and heritage.<br/>   In time, Lythia was taken by the alchemist to meet with his Wood Elf contacts, and through them she was finally able to practise her spoken Elven as well as trade for more Elven books, some of these on the lore and history of her people and the Fey. Impressed by her voracious appetite for knowledge, the alchemist quietly encouraged her in her private studies, and by the age of ten she’d already written out a simple system by which the alchemist and his apprentice could quickly read simply Elven words, phrases, letters and numbers.<br/>   Unbeknownst to Lythia, as she neared her 12th birthday the alchemist put in a word for her with a wizard friend of his, Tymon, who taught at Nimeria’s largest magical university. Tymon was quietly invited to meet the young Lythia and, sharing in the alchemist’s high regard for her natural intelligence and curiosity, agreed to take her under his wing as an apprentice when she turned 12 – the age at which all prospective students had to be before entering the college. Surprising no-one, Lythia aced her entrance exam and, bidding a fond farewell to her two colleagues, set off with Tymon to pursue a new life as a wizard’s apprentice.<br/>   At the university, Lythia was slow to make friends and shied away from direct confrontation. Her first year of study coincided with Nimeria’s harrowing war with the Drow Elves, who emerged from the Underdark to harry the southern barons, razing several towns and castles in their wake. As a result, her classmates often made fun of her pointed ears, calling her “Darky” in spite of her fair skin or placing spiders (dead or otherwise) in amongst her belongings. Lythia took to wearing hoods to cover up her ears as much as possible, though her almost feline grace and cool good looks made her true heritage impossible to hide for very long. In a cruel parallel of her life at home, Lythia took to sequestering herself away from the other students with her books and class notes and studying through free time and meal breaks, often long into the night.<br/>   In spite of her whip smart intellect and backbreaking study ethic, Lythia showed no natural aptitude for actual practical spellcasting, and very nearly failed her end of second year exam, by which point every student had to show competency in casting the Light spell. By the middle of the second semester, while her classmates were successfully performing the spell and all but assured of a painless conclusion to the year, Lythia had yet to successfully perform the spell once, even in intensive one-on-one instruction with her master. It was a handicap that was to haunt her again in later years. Her lecturers, recognising her difficulties but also acknowledging her top-of-class grades for her theoretical classes, allowed her a moratorium on her exam while she underwent daily instruction from her master in spellcasting. With the special attention of her lecturers, Lythia was able to pass the Light exam and enter her third year at the university.<br/>   Though Lythia could no longer shy away from spellcasting, third year afforded her the luxury of selecting her own modules, and as much as possible Lythia skewed towards theoretical studies. History, arcane lore and languages became her favourite subjects, and in this way she was able to devote her time to deeper study of her Elven heritage and, inevitably, the ultimate birthplace for her father’s long line – the Feywild. At the end of her fourth year, Lythia scored the academy’s highest ever mark in Sylvan Lore.<br/>   Though she mellowed ever so noticeably into her mid-teens, Lythia remained a bookworm and socially awkward throughout her school life. What few acquaintances she had were largely classmates with whom she was thrust into group work (though she didn’t recognise the trend, all of her casual acquaintances at school were boys of an age with her – her Elfin looks weaved as real a spell over them as anything she could find in the school’s library). Otherwise, she remained unsure of how to make conversation with strangers, and all but balked at awkward confrontations and uncomfortable social situations. It was posited by her master that, perhaps, her attitude towards socialisation was replicated in her attitude towards spellcasting – the same mental block she faced with fellow students was effectively identical to that she faced with spellcasting. Both she achieved only with great exertion and difficulty on her part. If she could overcome her anxieties with one, he suggested, she may well overcome her woes with the other. In this, of course, he was referring to her social life – if she broke the seal on socialisation, maybe spells would flow more naturally to her too.<br/>   This socialisation-by-mandate led Lythia to her first and only true friendship during her time at the academy with Sedjur, a dark-skinned noble-born infamous among faculty for the elaborate pranks he played on fellow students. Though he begged her to become an accomplice in his escapades (her casual mastery of the Minor Illusion spell, such that it was to become her first true cantrip, had long eluded him and he yearned to replace fellow classmate Bezzin’s chair with an illusion one day), Lythia refused to participate, but was a year into their friendship to borrow from Sedjur’s notes to copy Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, a spell not officially recognised by faculty but so potent that they were eventually forced to accept it as a genuine spell.<br/>   Entering her second to last year at the academy, her year was rocked by the tragic death of Sedjur’s friend Bezzin when a spell he was practising in class backfired. The tragedy led soon after to Sedjur dropping out, once again isolating Lythia by taking from her her only two genuine friends. Bezzin’s death pushed her back out of the tenuous grip she had on her social life and back into sequestration. It also had the effect of laser-focusing her on her studies; a combination of once again refusing to get involved in interpersonal relationships and the pursuit of the last letter written to her by Bezzin before his accident helped her knuckle down for the final two years before she was to specialise as a wizard in her own right.<br/>   Her studies, however, favoured as they always did the theoretical subjects for which she had become so acclaimed – she still struggled with practical spellcasting. As she had with the children who had bullied her as a child, and as she had when she was likewise bullied by her fellow students at the outset of her school life, she responded to the problem of her spellcasting by trying to shield herself from it. She threw herself into her theoretical studies and began for the first time since second year to actively fall behind on practical coursework.<br/>   Despite Tymon’s urging (which, nonetheless, allowed her to scrape together a rudimentary command of Magic Missile), while Lythia aced the written exam at the end of her final year she failed the practical examination, which required each student to demonstrate ability in 8 distinct spells. Lythia had mistakenly believed that the three cantrips she had mastered over her studies would count towards her final grade; only after she finished her practical was she informed by a classmate that, in fact, cantrips weren’t counted as part of a student’s spell repertoire. As a result, Lythia failed her final year and was not permitted to specialise in one of the academy’s focused departments to continue her research.<br/>   Lythia remains to this day primarily concerned with study and research; her fascination with her Elven ancestry and the Feywild has spurned her into researching into more of the secrets of the multiverse. Whenever she has free time she is going over books of lore she carries with her and making notes in her spellbook. One of the many personal goals of her research is to master a means to travel to the Feywild at will.<br/>   This all-consuming hunger for ever more knowledge and learning, however, hasn’t helped her social graces. She remains closed off and antisocial, awkward and meek in the first instance and nervous and self-conscious when actually engaged in conversation. When confronted directly or placed into an uncomfortable social situation she has a tendency to freeze up and look for the fastest possible escape route, no matter how this makes her look or disadvantages her.<br/>   In a real sense, as Tymon somewhat predicted, this impacts on her capacity as a wizard – she is frightfully nervous when out of her comfort zone, and has yet to even cast a spell since leaving the university, let alone in a practical situation. The idea of casting a spell in anger or in a combat situation is entirely alien to her, and her mind rebels against the idea. To be frank, she’s never even contemplated that, as a wizard, this is an eventuality that may one day come to pass – her primary focus is theoretical, to unravel the mystl,eries of the multiverse and find her way to the Feywild does not require, so she believes, any ability in spellcasting.<br/>   Her earlier experiences of discrimination against her Elven half have left an indelible imprint on the most vulnerable nooks of her soul. She is deeply sensitive to anything she perceives as discrimination, not just to herself (she still makes a conscious effort to cover her ears when in public) but to those around her. If she was in a room and heard somebody, for instance, curse a half-Orc or a gnome, she would feel deeply disturbed and violated and have to leave the room to recollect herself (this is a perverse inversion of her fear of direct confrontation – if, by chance, in future she ever overcomes that fear, her reaction to perceived displays of racism will take a more proactive form).<br/>   Having spent her formative years viewing other people her age as things to be actively avoided as much as possible, Lythia has no concept of the means by which to pursue sexuality. She is aware of her attraction to males, but has no framework to base how to appropriately deal with those feelings off. Likewise, being unaware of the affect she had on young males her age, she is unaware that Elves are naturally considered far fairer than humans, and, accordingly, does not understand why males are quite alarmingly more friendly towards her than females.<br/>   Her ultimate goal has always been to research the Feywild and find a way to travel between the planes at will. More immediately, she also seeks to solve Bezzin’s question, that she may in her own way honour his memory. Being unsure of how to process her emotions over his death, this is the only way she can conceive of to mourn him (Tymon, were he to know, would likely be bemused that Lythia’s reaction to grief is to find an excuse to study yet more). On a personal level – though she is not yet conscious of this yearning yet – Lythia is, and has always been, driven by a desire to meet her father and unravel the mystery of her birth. It, in fact, is the subconscious trigger that has made her such an avid student of Sylvan lore.<br/><br/><strong>The Road to Lupravia</strong><br/><br/>   After failing to pass her final exam at the university Lythia was distraught. The life she had known for six years was shattered, and her burning appetite for knowledge was left bereft of recourse. After a tear-filled but grateful farewell to Tymon Lythia packed her things and left the university, heading, with nowhere else to turn, for home. For quite some time after returning home she refused to even look at her books or notes, and for the first time in her life turned away from study and research.<br/>   The alchemist of her youth had died while she’d been away, and replaced by his apprentice who, in turn, had taken on her youngest half-sister, Miri, as his apprentice. Miri was overjoyed at Lythia’s return home and quickly peppered her with questions about her life as a wizarding apprentice – Lythia, naturally, pushed off Miri’s advances and took instead to finding work as a clerk for the town council, translating documents from Elven for a moderate fee.<br/>   Seven weeks into her return home, Lythia was interrupted while at work by a frantic Miri, who shoved her way into Lythia’s side-office to beg her help. While the alchemist had been out Miri had accidentally knocked over a rare potion of virility he’d been preparing for the Tanning Guildmaster who was due to collect it the following day. Though Lythia was at first reticent, Miri’s sobbing shudders and cries that this would cost her her apprenticeship eventually convinced Lythia to help her.<br/>   Upon finishing work Lythia took Miri up to the room she’d rented above Bargomar’s tavern (now run by one of his daughters and her Halfling husband) and dug out her notebooks from school, which had remained untouched since leaving the university. Through them, Lythia was able to piece together a substitute potion of virility that she and Miri concocted over the course of the night, just managing to have it finished and bottled by the time the Guildmaster came to collect the next day.<br/>   So impressed with Lythia’s knowledge and easy ability to track down facts born of hours of library research, Miri began to needle at Lythia that she was wasting her life at the council – she needed to get back into academia and make the most of herself. Lythia was unconvinced; no more so than when Miri playfully asked to be shown a spell. When Lythia refused, Miri contented herself instead by being allowed to read through Lythia’s notes from her time in college.<br/>   Nearly two weeks of on-and-off chatter later, Miri excitedly invited herself up to Lythia’s room after work one evening – to Lythia’s abject horror – to tell her about a Dwarven merchant she had dealt with on behalf of her master. Idle chatter had turned to talk of family (Lythia was both impressed and a little unnerved by Miri’s effortless ability to strike up deep conversation with otherwise total strangers – Lythia included), whereupon Miri had told the Dwarf about her half-Elf sister who had studied Sylvan lore at the university. The Dwarf happened to have in his inventory, so he claimed, a rare and ancient tome allegedly penned by one of the Eladrin amounting to one of the most extensive works on the Feywild, its Archfey lords, its history, and the magical theory that underpinned the plane (with the DM’s permission, all this lore should mechanically amount to a spell from the School of Conjuration).<br/>   Lythia, as Miri had guessed, was fascinated by the news, momentarily forgetting the bitter taste in her mouth that thought of study and research had left since the end of her university career. When she inquired when the Dwarven merchant would return to be broached for the sale of this ancient tome, however, Miri had to answer that she didn’t know – the Dwarf had said he was on the way to Lupravia, and would not be returning for quite some time.<br/>   Defeated once again, Lythia thanked Miri anyway. The following evening, when they took a late dinner together in the tavern, Miri suggested to Lythia that she go after the book – she had a natural talent, and it was something she desperately needed to pursue. Lythia should go to Lupravia, Miri said, track down the Dwarven merchant and get her hands on that book. Lythia dismissed the idea out of hand at first, but as Miri continued her assault, her slowly pierced Lythia’s defences. The thought of going back to work, studying again, researching, working towards her end goal of seeing the Feywild…it was toxic, and it infected Lythia.<br/>   She didn’t sleep a wink that night as her mind tossed and turned with the possibilities. The next day, Lythia visited Miri at the alchemist’s and told her she had decided to take up her offer. She would go to Lupravia after this Dwarf and his book, and start her studies again, even if, this time, it had to be by herself.<br/>   That evening she announced her plans to the proprietor of the tavern, who tearfully offered Lythia her father’s prized hunting crossbow for her travels. Lythia flatly refused but, at Miri’s insistence that it was rude to turn down a parting gift, awkwardly accepted the crossbow before being crushed in a massive hug by the Dwarven innkeep.<br/>   Miri accompanied Lythia to the edge of town at daybreak the next morning, and Lythia’s human half-sister bid her farewell with three words Lythia had never heard outside of an Elven romance before – “I love you.”<br/>   The money she saved up while working at the town council has taken Lythia from Nimeria to the borders of Lupravia. She’s slavishly focused on her mission, and has even taken to studying her notes again to while away what free hours she has. More than this, though, she has also determined to find for herself an official spellbook that she may copy her knowledge of magic into. Though she hasn’t realised it, this desire to codify her research indicates that she has finally come round full circle, and she intends to deeply pursue her studies again once she finds this Dwarven merchant and the treasure he holds.</div></div><br/><br/>Hey guys!<br/><br/>So my character is a half-elf wizard named Lythia from a far-off human kingdom called Nimeria. Growing up around humans she was subjected to constant bullying on account of her race, leaving her to this day extremely socially awkward to the point that as much as possible she tries to hide her pointed ears in public. As well as crippling social anxiety, she conversely has always struggled with spellcasting, barely making it through the practical examinations in her early school years. Though she slowly cobbled together a few spells, her studies were primarily focused on theoretical subjects based on the theory and history of magic as well as general lore. Having always been curious about her elven half, a lot of her studies in her teenaged years were focused on Sylvan lore, the history of the Elves and the Feywild.<br/><br/>During her school years she had no active interest in spellcasting except for when it was absolutely necessary to pass an in-class exam. At the age of 18 she failed the practical examination required to advance into one of the formal Schools of magic, and so returned home to Nimeria before, after being convinced to by her human half-sister, coming to Lupravia in search of a rare book on Sylvan lore. Since being kicked out of school Lythia hasn't cast a single spell and has hardly even thought about the practical side of magic - basically, as of now, when faced with a problem here mind doesn't even naturally consider her spells as a possible solution. Her social anxiety feeds into her difficult time with spells by making her incredibly anxious and nervous about the idea of casting spells - her fear of failure is enough to convince her it's better not to even bother trying. Obviously, this means that as of the game's start, she has no spells prepared and will take some serious convincing to prepare to use magic.<br/><br/>Her social anxiety not only feeds into her self-doubt regarding spell-casting but also manifests itself as an acute and crippling fear of direct confrontation. Years of being bullied for her pointed ears and her looks by human kids in Nimeria have trained her to seek the path of least resistance out of every confrontation. More generally, it takes a tremendous effort on her part to be the one to initiate conversation with someone else, or to even answer a question in full and not just single short phrases.<br/><br/>As she was in school, Lythia's incredibly studious and intrinsically fascinated by lore, history and the theory of magic. Though she abandoned her studies after being kicked out of university, her journey to Lupravia has given her ample time to rediscover her love for learning and knowledge. Right now, this means that she spends every spare second studying and researching - eventually, when she overcomes her anxieties surrounding spellcasting, this desire for knowledge will spur her on to becoming an ever more powerful and knowledgeable wizard. It'll just take her tremendous effort - and the right combination of life-changing events - to push her in that direction.