This massive structure is a tall, seven-sided spire of pale blue, green and grey stone that doesn’t match anything else in the town. It sits upon a high topped hill in Fallcrest to give it an air of importance as it overlooks the city. In the days before the Bloodspear War, this was the seat of Fallcrest’s mages’ guild—an order of a dozen or so wizards and arcane scholars.
Defensive enchantments prevented the orcs from sacking the tower, but the guild’s members died fighting for the city or fled to safer lands.The tower is now the property of Nimozaran the Green, an elderly wizard who was once apprenticed to the last of the old guild mages. Nimozaran considers himself the “High Septarch of Fallcrest” and master of the guild, whose membership now includes only himself and a rather unpromising male halfling apprentice named Tobolar Quickfoot. Nimozaran expects any potential new guild members to pay a hefty initiation fee, and so far none of the few other arcanists living in or passing through Fallcrest have seen reason to join.
Before the fall of the guild, All arcane spellcasters in the city were entitled to join this organization, either as short-term guests or permanent, dues-paying members. The benefits of membership included access to hard-to-find spell components, the use of the guild’s research facilities, and the prospect of professional discourse with others of a similar mind. While there was collaboration with other wizards of the realm, the guild mostly looked after its own.
Nimozaran the Green is an elderly human wizard who was once apprenticed to the last of the old guild mages. Nimozaran hosted many powerful wizards in the Septarch's Tower prior to the Bloodspear War. Nimozaran is now one of the members of the newly formed White Council. While powerful, Nimozaran is by means the most powerful wizard in the vale but when asked he would not admit this fact.
Nimozaran has a hawk-like face, with a permanent frown that gives the appearance of alertness and almost anger, and a penetrating gaze. He keeps a long flowing beard and wears high collared robes. His voice is deep and melodic. When upset, his eyes crackles with eldritch power.
Years ago he spent a number of years in Barovia, trapped in the domain ruled by a powerful domain lord. It took him many years to find the way to escape. Even during his younger years his hair and beard were both long, black and peppered with grey streaks.
Over the many years his appearance has remain the same for the most part except for his aging, but he has lost none of his penetrating stare. Typically stubborn and one who does not suffer fools gladly, Nimozaran can be difficult even with his friends.
These days Nimozaran the Green is usually sealed within the tower studying his books and scrolls, rarely coming out to be among the city folk.
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