#i also imagine that go free him of his orb and curse...u need to kill mytsra

[recitedemise]

𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗫𝗜𝗩 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲. Hailing from Sharlayan, the sorcerer Gale stands mired in talk. As a Black Mage and archon of considerable repute, however, his fame as a caster is an indisputable fact. He's a clever little thing, sharp enough to bother nearly half of all his peers. He's a textbook prodigy, impossible in his ego and unfailing in his pride, and for what most suspects is for all these reasons, Mystra, his goddess, had made herself known. She would love her chosen. She would hold them carefully in her puppeteering palms. Through Gale, she had sank her claws, enticed by his brilliance and his skill at magick, and like a dutiful lamb, he happily followed. In time, he grew to desire more from her, seeking a sort of godhood himself to stand by her side. However, as he looked for a way, fumbling in a study of powerful magic, Mystra, offended, casted him aside — and alone, Gale, corrupted, bears the wounds. Now, he's been thoroughly admonished, all his peers learning quickly of his taboo work. He remains knife-like in his mind, but utterly corrupted to the roots of his marrow, and cursed, his body now harbors an unstoppable hunger: a need to consume all the aether it can.

Should ever you need him — and please do not — you might find him isolating in his warded tower.