MAGE OF JERRIMORE
“They dance in their simple, petty way, so insignificant below me, like
ants, unintelligent machines, pawns to be used and then cast aside.”
-The Mage of Jerrimore at the height of his powers, circa 275 BE.
and beaten in their eccentricity only by the remarkable
Flatheads, the Jerrimore clan is to this day shrouded in a veil of
magic, greed, half-truths and lies. As one of the most notorious
families in history, this clan was noted for their powerful magical
abilities and fiercely selish pride. The great Mage of Jerrimore
left his home city in favor of a voluntary exile to his country estates
in the northlands of Frobozz, estates so closely guarded and
tremendously feared that no outsider was to visit the area until the
brief civil war that scarred Quendor in 398 GUE.
In the late years
of his life, the Mage of Jerrimore, a legendary evil being, was cast ill upon a deathbed. As his
sickness worsened, this powerful but twisted wizard became convinced
that his enemies had poisoned him to gain possession of his greatest
treasure, the Jewel of Jerrimore, which is a star sapphire. With his
dying breath, he loosed a great and evil curse upon the Jewel and all
who would possess it.
After the Mage's death, each of his heirs took possession of the jewel; each held it jealously, mistrusting
any who might look upon it; each would become obsessed with the greed
and treachery they perceived around them; and each came to early and
horrible deaths. Thus grew the legend of the cursed Jewel. Although the
legends vary, all versions say that the Jewel would travel through many
lands, always leaving a wake of misery and death, and became lost for
many years in an iron mine near the Flathead Fjord.