I am pretty sure I met Coffeebreak in another life (which reminds me... I had a silly death yesterday from a distraction; ouch!) in which he was a wizard, but of a different order. Anyway, tempora mutantur, et nos mutamur in illis.
You see Master Coffeebreak, of the Last Order, the Seventh Level Wizard.
He is the very model of a modern wizard magicial.
The annals of history speak of terrifying wizards, teeming with power and wealth, feared and despised in equal measure. This is not one of them. Coffeebreak seems to be much more at home at a beach-side bar, admiring the sunset while sipping a glass of wine. Or sitting at his desk, writing a book with a swaying quill while a cat slumbers on his lap. A man who leaves the comforts of civilisation only to help others and wears the scars of his adventures not with pride but with acceptance.
Wearing: a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of climbing gloves, a star lined cloak and a crimson wizard's pointy hat.
Holding: a couple of daggers
look dagger
This is a dagger, the blade of which is constructed entirely from steel. It is about a foot long, and very sharp. The blade has a thin bevelled edge on both sides, extending the full length of the dagger to the very tip. The dagger has a calfskin grip, and the hilt has a curved crossguard of black steel that tapers to two sharpened points on either side of the blade, like the fangs of some horrible creature swallowing the dagger. The pommel of the dagger has been formed from sapphire into the shape of a cat. The chappe of the blade is made of platinum with a motif of occult sigils etched upon it.
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