The Temple has had a rich and varied History. In this section, we would like to pay tribute to those who have helped shape the Temple in the past. Their contributions will not be forgotten. The following are those who have contributed in the past, but have now left their active roles, or Terris itself. Some can still be found in the lands, in new roles. Some, although no longer in active roles, continue to advise the Temple and still bear the title of an Elder of Magic.

Past Immortals

Eridanian

The first born son of Deori, the creator of the realm of Terris. Eridanian was the first Immortal of Magic and reigned until the cataclysmic opening of the Vortex when he handed his power over to Davar.

Davar

The jovial Elven Immortal who was the protector of Woodtop. Davar became Immortal of Magic when his brave deeds brought the turmoil of the Vortex under control, restoring magical balance to Terris. His reign as Immortal lasted until the Year 199 when he was lost during the course of closing a deadly interplaner rift, that threatened to consume the realm of Terris. During this time, Davar was able to transfer the power that controls the Vortex, to the current Immortal of Magic, Raislin.

Past Heroes

Zauber

Jarrera

Worcestor

Cbr

Hearthome

Ilavus

Wolf

Elaina

Sidney

Bathsheba

Prystin

Tayrah

Past Prophets

Nakhahr

Sarla

Maugen

Blackwing 

In addition to the above, the Temple of Magic would like to thank all those whose efforts have contributed not just to the Temple itself, but to all of Terris, and the continued health of the arts of Magic.

The Tale of the Ascension of Lord Raislin

This was the strangest of times fer me. My constant quest fer the daftest facets of the world at large had led me to the conclusion that even mortals can design and make use of their own magics. Not in the same way as the Divine of Terris can mind ye. These mortal magics had no real power, or influence. They might turn ye a nice shade of pink fer a while, or conjure an interesting dietary supplement, but nothing truly outstanding. They also had the unfortunate side effect of being extremely unstable under certain circumstances.

The task I had set myself was to find a way to lend some extra power to my concoctions. What I needed was some sort of catalyst, a way to unlock more of the inner power of these odd brews. As the Year 199 dawned, I finally found my answer in the seemingly unlikely form of the feathers of the marvellous eagles that soar through the skies north of Deverdec.

All through that year I strove to perfect my newfound art until finally, in the month of First Harvest, I stumbled upon what I believed to be an almost perfect recipe for the eradication of my long-standing phobia of domestic Wildebeest. Later that month, after procuring copious amounts of those wonderful Eagle feathers, I retired to the library of the Wizards Guild, to experiment in peace and quiet.

See the thing about Eagle feathers is while they are a great catalyst, they can also have a very destructive effect if not blended carefully. Whether it was the amount of Dwarvern ale I had drank that day, or the youthful exuberance that was clouding my best judgement, I've never been sure. Clearly I added too many of those feathers to this particular creation. I remember vaguely a bright light and a dull 'THUD' but then my world became dark and I still cannot recall much of what happened next.

I awoke in the Library; at least it looked like the Library. Everything was the same from the shelves to the panelled floor, and from the candelabras, to the small statuette of Eridanian in the corner. I seemed to be almost floating on the air but had not used any of my available magics. Everything in this place was insubstantial; I recall some joy as I floated through the walls, from room to room of the Wizard's Guild. This place could only be the mythical plane that borders the ether of Terris itself, and that could only mean one thing, my experiments must have opened an inter-planer rift.

Later that week I found the spot where the rift had burst forth onto the material world of Terris, and stepped through the portal I had inadvertently created, back into the real Wizard's Guild library. The guild members had plainly done there best to restore some semblance of normalcy to the gaping hole that had used to contain their greatest knowledge. Some were even pleased to have such a great discovery as an inter-planer rift nearby. In days to come the rift was explored, and parties were held. There was great joy amongst the Guild members but amongst a few, there was concern.

I ferget when exactly it was that we realised the rift was growing. I think it was Carla who raised the alarm when the rift began eating the door to the guild's Workshop. It had soon found its way out of the Guild and onto Serpent Street. Pretty soon it was beginning to swallow parts of Deverdec plaza; the Stable hands have never forgiven me fer that. It was obvious that action was required before the whole of Terris was pulled into the ether. 

I believe twas day 30 of First Harvest when Lord Davar came forth from the Vortex. Together with leading figures of the Wizard's Guild, he hatched a daring plan to close the rift from the inside, using a shield forged from arcane runes, and the prayers of those who created it. Thanks to the best efforts of the finest of Terris, this wondrous shield was crafted in the shortest of intervals. It was later that same day that Davar set forth to close the rift.

What followed was the stuff of legend. Davar ventured forth into the rift, protected by the arcane shield. Little is known of his actions, but suffice is to say that after a gargantuan struggle, the rift slowly but surely began to recede. Before long it had begun to contract quite fiercely, concerns were voiced fer the safety of Lord Davar himself. Perhaps it was because he was caught, or perhaps the rift required continued attention, but Davar never returned from that rift. Knowing that he might become permanently isolated from Terris and the vortex of pure magic that was his charge, Davar had the insight to release his essence back through the rift in it's dying seconds. The result was what we can only describe as an immense ball of throbbing magical power. It travelled around Terris faster than the eye could follow picking up speed as it went. Those who had the misfortune to be in it's path stood no chance, the power of the ball instantly boiling the soul from their bodies.

It is in times such as this, that the land needs a Hero, and Terris found one that day in Raislin. Stepping forward, Raislin reached out to the huge ball of magical power, and found some inner reserve that allowed him to devour the thing in one of the largest explosions of light and sound that Terris had ever witnessed. In the moments that followed the land fell eerily quiet before the silence was broken by the sound of huge cheers. The rift had been banished, and Terris celebrated the ascension of it's new Immortal of Magic.

Those who follow magic still grieve fer the lost Davar, but now look to a bright future under the guidance and comradeship of Lord Raislin. The power of Magic swells once again.

Scribed by Yorkminster, Year 203