Once per day, mixture of force and light. Save is constitution based.
Starting with 3d6 at level 7, extra d6 per 2 levels.
Cone: 15’ at level 7, 30’ at level 12, 60’ at level 20
Line: 30’ at level7, 60’ at level 12, 120’ at level 20
Raised as an orphan by the University of Wizardry, her life mostly consisted sweeping floors and cleaning tables from the age of 5. Haakona always wanted to become a wizard though, so she studied hard whenever she found time. However, it was apparent to all but herself that she’d never be able to grasp the confinements Magic poses on the mind. She always fluttered about, and wanted things to ‘happen’ just because she thought they should.
Needles to say, even at the age of 12, the age when most wizards start to create their own books, Haakona wasn’t capable of writing down a single letter of magical text. In a final attempt to get her ready for the real lessons, the Deacon decided to shift her chores into the library. She studied a lot, especially about those creatures that embodied goodness.
On her 18th birthday, she was given a chest, which was with her when she was found on the stairs of the University. Inside there was a scepter and notes from her father. From the words within the pages she learned she has a twin-brother, and her mother vanished days after they were born. Her father, a diviner, didn’t manage to find her. Yet, every time he tried, he got a vision of 2 dragons fighting each other. He decided to separate the children, but not after crafting 2 scepters, both depicting a dragon capturing another one.
Knowing this, Haakona decided she needed more than her failing studies to withstand whatever fate might be hers. She went to the temple of Iomedae, and prayed for guidance. She started training with the youngsters there. And meanwhile, she kept studying whenever she could. It wasn’t until months passed that she found, hidden within the words of her father’s notes, the name of Celestial Dragon. She used her knowledge of rituals to call for the being. She wanted to talk in some way with her, knowing some answers could be found that way. The ritual worked. But instead of just talking to the dragon, the dragon became part of her.
The last few years Haakona has been honing her skills both in the field of battle as within the fields of the arcane. She now realizes she’ll never be a Holy Champion, nor will she ever grasp the power of the Arch Mages. She will however, never truly be alone.