Apprenticeship: (300/300xp)
Magic Theory (Spc: Lab Refinement): 3 (30xp)(+2 Puissant)
Concentration (Spc: Spells): 1 (5xp)(+4xp)(Cautious)
Finesse (Spc: Precision): 1 (5xp)
Parma Magica (Spc: Vim): 1 (5xp)
Penetration (Spc: Vim): 1 (5xp)(+2 Puissant)
Artes Liberales (Spc: Astronomy/Astrology): 2 (15xp)
-- Writing Systems: Latin, Runic
Code of Hermes (Spc: Wizard War): 1 (5xp)
Order of Hermes Lore (Spc: Mage Lineages): 1 (5xp)
Tribunal Lore: Hibernia (Spc: Magi): 1 (5xp)
Arts
Creo: 8 (36xp)
Perdo: 8 (36xp)
Rego: 8 (36xp)
Corpus: 8 (36xp)
Ignem: 8 (36xp)
Vim: 8 (36xp)
The unburdening of his Gift from the weight of the Faerie Curse transformed Eadric's life. He began his apprenticeship far later than many others yet very motivated join Dalton and the others of Lombard as a full Magus. In addition to the nominally hermetic instruction and training provided by Dalton Eadric began to be more involved with the affairs of all of the Magi of the Covenant. In its usually more eclectic ways he found himself accompanying them on various errands and adventures. The hunts and raids he participated in were perhaps the most formative and beneficial experiences in expanding of his skills. He does not speak much of the increasing hostility of Lombard for the English, or his first hand knowledge of such, as much as he shares their feelings. Eadric would not give any overt reason for political alignment against his former home by its enemies. He remains however just as devoted to their cause as ever, if indeed perhaps even more than they ever suspected. The prospect of a good fight, for a good cause, against a good enemy is one Eadric both relishes and seeks to be well prepared for.
Eadric had a brief first fiery romantic entanglement with Cliodna, a maga of Lombard, which seemed to surprise no one and amuse everyone around the dinner tables of Lombard. While the two are no longer overtly romantically involved they retain a mutual bond and affinity. While they are relatively close in age Eadric was delayed in beginning his apprenticeship for so long that she is years ahead of him hermetically speaking. Now that he has finished his apprenticeship Eadric is uncertain what will become of the old infatuation, though Cliodna is still someone he cares for.
After a few years the previous concerns about drawing the attention of the Wild Hunt once again if he left the protected grounds of Lombard seemed well in the past. Dalton waves away such matters and Eadric accompanied him on raids and trips farther afield from Lombard seemingly with every iteration. Eadric meanwhile was constantly pressed to refocus his emphasis into mystical development. The prowess he would need in his future life was now no longer that of a normal man, or at least not only that kind, his Pater assured him. He must learn now to wield his Gift as his new weapon and shield alike, before all else. Each foray into the broader world he was urged to seize upon as an opportunity to refine those skills.
The philosophy of his new House and the dual magical lineage to which he was an heir was drilled into him constantly. House Flambeau and the ancient ways of the Mithraians and the broader Cult of Mercury on the one hand and the ancient Druidic ways of Raghallach on the other. This has given his magic an eclectic bent perhaps in the eyes of some, hermetic and yet also wielding druidic knowledge and power. The long history of Lombard and its direct involvement in the Schism, and enmity with the Diedne before then. As a Flambeau trained in the Raghallach school from the beginning Eadric has thoroughly adopted its ways as a broader magical strategy and emphasis within his studies and training.
The Siege of Praesis was keenly felt by the Magi of Lombard. It became the focus of Dalton and Eadric's attention as the Wizard War not only transpired but shifted into a long siege. The fact that the very purpose of the war was to avenge the enforcement of Hibernian ways on a violent foreigner was hardly lost on the Lombard Magi. Yet they dared not directly interfere with the legal prosecution of the war itself. And Praesis, though lacking in bellicose Magi at the current time, was old and had very strong defenses. Surely the English would grow hungry or bored eventually, if nothing else. No siege can last forever after all? Dalton urged the former Magi of Praesis to stand fast and not allow the foreigners to dictate terms. As much as he could, without direct interference, he crafted means for them to augment their mystical defenses. Perhaps they aided in the siege, though it is hard to say given the chaos and destruction once the defenses were betrayed by a traitor.
In all of these affairs Eadric remained a keenly attentive student. The lessons of a direct hermetic siege and the fall of a covenant to invaders have been taken deeply to heart by the young Magus. The hermetic world is a stable one, not a safe one. This has instilled a deep seated conviction to master such hermetic warfare, both offensively and defensively, and bring these skills strongly into his future life as a Magus.
Once Praesis fell, matters abruptly changed. Eadric accompanied Dalton throughout Hibernia to various Covenants as his Pater become one of the strong voices in the Tribunal of a need to decisively respond to the English invasion. Eadric was present during discussions wherein Visioturpis put forward the strategy that reshaped the Hibernian impetus into one more strategically minded ... and that led to the founding of Inchmore. Likewise seeing such deliberations take place, and how a deeper hermetic strategy took form and engaged so many very disparate Magi, was a shaping experience for Eadric.
It was on the return journey from that meeting at Circulus Ruber which cemented the initiative to found Inchmore that Eadric met his old friends the Riders of the Wild Hunt. Not just any Riders, the very same Riders from so many years before. The same Rider indeed who had stabbed him with a cursed blade and stunted his magic. They set upon the Lombard group in the wilderness and once again the temperamental Dalton gave immediate battle and was drawn away into wild combat.
Eadric was left with a handful of the Lombard turb-men facing several of the Riders who did not follow into the melee after Dalton. The one, the Rider the memory of which had so haunted and frustrated Eadric, had singled him out. He and his smaller warband engaged directly with Eadric and his handful. Eadric cast a few quick Pilum spells and the sight of this caused some of the Wild Fae to turn and flee despite their seeming ineffectiveness, yet the warband leader snarled and charged. Another Pilum directly at the bloody Rider had no effect and Eadric was nearly lanced by the long spear of the Rider as he passed by. He survived more due to the skill of his Lombard turb-men in deflecting the charge than his own prowess, yet the relief of now only facing one had rallied the grogs around him.
The Wild Rider turned on his mount at a safe distance, the grimace on his face shifting to a mocking smile. "Perhaps we should start killing you all while you are young. The blade was too subtle. Wizards should fear the Hunt once again. I'll bring your head to Odin and convince him." he said, his words full of contempt.
Eadric regained his feet, having been shoved out of the path of the deadly Rider, and grimly weighed his options. Stepping up next to the turb-sergeant he belted out a final Pilum, this one with his voice straining with the effort and resounding in the hills. His arms swept wide and turned in grand arcane gestures as he poured himself into the effort. Every scrap of energy inside himself went to fuel it and his vision blurred and head turned light for a moment as he fought to keep himself steady and finish. Finally two pawns of Ignem vis flowed from the ring on his finger into the spell, amplifying it.
Instead of one Pilum this time he unleashed a volley of ten and all ten found their mark in the chest of the malevolent Rider. One moment he was nudging his horse forward and smirking down and the next the streaming volley of fire knocked him in a burning wreck off the back of the horse. The beast bucked and neighed in terror, its saddle and mane burning, and then bolted off into the woods full of screaming terror. The Rider was silent, save for the crackling of his burning.
When Dalton returned he declared that as fine a Gauntlet as any.
