Name: Ernard Moorshaft
Title: Ex-Mage-Lord of Eagle Brook
Age: 79
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Appearance: Old and weather, Ernard would stand at a moderate five foot eight, if he were not always hunched over, old age sitting heavily upon his shoulders. His gaunt face is lined with a roadmap of sunken wrinkles, and his once black hair has turned a silvery white, and is often slicked back behind his head. All in all, most would mistake Ernard for a crazy old Breton, instead of the crazy old Breton master of magic that he is.
Skills and Abilities: Being a mage-lord of Shornhelm requires the prerequisite of being skilled in magic, and Ernard was no exception to this rule. Nearly mastering the art of Destruction magic, Ernard was a powerful and feared wizard before his mind was taken by Sheogorath.
Equipment: Ernard carries an ivory staff, the crook of which is carved in the shape of a serpentine whale. The staff is not enchanted, and holds no purpose other than as an elaborate walking stick, but a distant echo of his past life. Other than that, Ernard carries nothing but the simple robes and clothing on his back.
Personality: Completely senile. The question of Ernard’s sanity is debatable, but most upon meeting the man would outright assume he has been blessed by the Madgod. Aside from his apparent lack of sense and reality, Ernard has a short temper, but often finds himself with a jolly disposition.
History: Ernard started as a poor boy in Eagle Brook, living in a hovel with his parents (his mother being a milk-maid, his father a fetcher). It was a wretched existence, and the boy only owned the rags on his back, and slept on the dirt floor of his hut. It became apparent to the Mage-Lord that Ernard was skilled at magic when he [accidentally] burned down his home, and three others, with his mind alone.
Instead of punishing the child, the Mage-Lord took the boy under his wing as apprentice, and slowly shaped him into a powerful wizard. In helping with the Mage-Lord’s experiments and running errands for him, Ernard developed a knack for destruction magic and alchemy, and quickly excelled in both fields. When the Mage-Lord of Eagle Brook died at the ripe age of ninety, Ernard took his place.
Ernard ruled like most mage-lords: caring little for the needs of the people, and the desires of the nobles, and focusing only on his experiments. Inheriting his master’s cynical and egotistical personality, there was nothing exceptional about Ernard.
At the age of sixty, the mage’s mind began to wander. Useless drivel spewed from his mouth more and more frequently, and his experiments dwindled down to only simple fire spells being cast and little ceramic models of villages. Some claim that the madness was brought on by an experiment involving a head of cabbage, a soul gem, and some yarn, while others simply believe that he suffered from some sort of hereditary psychological condition. Whatever the case, Ernard drifted further and further into insanity.
Ernard’s own apprentice confronted him, and in the midst of a fiery debate, the mage-lord asked his apprentice to rule the ivory tower in his stead, claiming that “he had far more important matters to attend to than to instruct whining children on how to properly grow corn.” With his title of mage-lord willfully handed down to his apprentice, Ernard was granted a room in the ivory tower, in which he lives and rarely, if ever, leaves.