Rowan Timely

The Scholar of lost history

50 Renown worn

home: Westeria
taken since 1 September
Played by: T1me_L0rd

Rowan Timely's Origin

Rowan Timely The Scholar of lost history takes their place in the story. He awoke in a world with no memories of who he was or why he was there, only fragments suggesting he had once been a scholar, researcher, or scientist. After hearing rumors that the world had been destroyed and reset before, his curiosity drove him to uncover the truth behind these strange events and the power that may be causing them. And if he discovers that this power can be controlled, he may have to decide what he wants to do with it.

Rowan Timely's Life So Far

Rowan Timely woke with empty hands and a mind scraped clean, carrying only the ghost of a scholar's habit: questions, always questions. No name came with the waking, no homeland, no face he recognized. Rumor told him the world had been destroyed and remade before, and that was enough to set him moving. He found an abandoned ship near the start of his wandering, intact, no crew, iron and enchanted fishing rods left as though the sailors had simply stepped away. Further out, near Astral Peaks, he raised a rough shack on a floating island and met a statue of one of the peaks' creators, learning that the old civilization and that high place were bound together in some fashion he could not untangle. Westeria gave him the first thing resembling a home. Lady Violet Ceddar was kind and looked out for her people, and Rowan called the place his without much deliberation. He wrote the coronation decree himself and was named Official Historian not long after, accepting the title with the quiet seriousness of someone who understood what it meant to lose a civilization's memory entire.

The caves beneath Westeria had already shaken him once, with screaming voices and a sealed structure of cobbled deepslate and the book he could not read until, by his own account, it began to change as he watched it. He took the book. The entrance opened. Above the structure, a shape appeared that mimicked the precise geometry of his own spectacles, rendered in cinnabar and cobbled deepslate. The laughter that followed was not the screaming. It was worse. He ran, told no one, and set himself to decoding the book alone. The first passage he rendered into legible words ran: It has eyes everywhere, always observing. The voice that wrote it insisted there was no cause for fear, that all eyes were its eyes, even his own. He recorded this without comment.

What followed came in layers, each one distinct from the last. While speaking with Harper Serene in the Nether about the seams in that hellish firescape, he felt a dark pull centered not on the ground beneath his feet but on Westeria, far away, and rushed back to find the laughter and screaming gone and something else in their place, a presence without a sound. Then a second voice came, unlike the first, speaking inside his skull: it called him Time Keeper, told him Westeria would burn, that a dragon slept among them, that a child had been stolen from its home, that the crown would fall. It spoke his name three times, in rage. Hecalyth, shown the deepslate structure above the church, said only that the book had been meant for him. Rowan noted, and did not share with her, that the first voice had laughed at him again while they stood there, and that the second had issued threats at the same moment, which confirmed his suspicion: the two were entirely separate, connected in no way he could trace. Then came the skeleton, a creature larger than any ender dragon the living world had seen, lying in Westeria's earth, reportedly always there. Xzavion, a fellow Westerian, was already beside it when Rowan arrived to check on the circus tent for the upcoming festival. Something about Xzavion seemed different. When Rowan examined the remains, Xzavion pushed him back. Violet arrived. Rowan warned her of the voice, the child with wings, the threatened crown. Then he noticed that Xzavion's eyes, ordinarily red, had turned the same purple as the dragon's bones. The conclusion was not comfortable: the threatening voice belonged to the dragon, and the dragon, it seemed, had been Xzavion's mother. Xzavion fled. Rowan and Violet gave chase, argued, and when they stopped, he was gone. Rowan is left holding a book written by something that claims his eyes as its own, a warning from a dead dragon whose child has vanished, and the knowledge that whatever watches Westeria is not one thing but at least two.

Rowan Timely's Recent Lore

Later, Violet managed to speak with Xzavion herself. Somehow, she seemed to reach him and help him feel better. However, when Rowan approached, Xzavion attacked him and chased him away. Whatever happened today has clearly changed the camaraderie of Westeria. Their friendships, trust, and relationships may not be the same anymore. What happens next, no one knows.