Justinian
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| name=Justinian S. Gesimal
| aliases=Justin the Greater, Justin the Young, Poor bastard
| gender=Male
| race=Human
| dob=Year 1290, exact day forgotten
| pob=Baldur's Gate
| occupation=Sage
| affiliations=ex-Candlekeep
| spouse=Christabellle Gesimal 1295-1357 (deceased)
| children=Justinian the younger, Jessica
| class=Mystic Theurge
| alignment=Good
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Behold, Justinian Gesimal, chief servant of the God Chronos. Once a short-sighted old shut-in who lived in a vault of old and musty books, Justinian is now the primary servant of the lord of time, carrying the word of the guardian of time to all corners of Faerun and sworm to defend it from threats that could shatter the world. Chronos has truly smiled upon this man: he was once old, feeble and senile with his death near at hand before he was chosen by the master of time and uplifted to serve as his chief servant.:Yes! But you know that! I was perfectly happy being an old man, content in my mortality; when, all of a sudden *whoosh* I let you slip loose and suddenly I'm 16 years old again.
You were happy to die? To feel the cold breath of the reaper upon your neck?:Yes, I was 85 years old, it was about time I kicked off.
'''What about your research into immortality? The potions of longevity and necromancy? You researched these, didn't you?'''
:Every wizard researches that when he starts to feel arthritic! But I wasn't about to rip my own heart out and stuff it in a box to become some foul undead creature.
And the potion?:I was friends with a few too many druids to seriously consider cutting out the heart of one of their hierophants, mash it into a pulp, then drink it with a twist of lemon.
You had also done research into the nature of time itself, to try and hold back the hand of time from touching you.:''Given the goosing that I've gotten, one wonders why...''
What was that?:Nothing, of great master of the sands of time.
Right, so as I was saying, that lead you to research the nature of time itself, where you found rumors of my existence. You then sought me out and beseeched me for a boon. I granted you youth in return for service.:Ha! I was poking around in the Candlekeep libraries, looking for a new spell for cleaning the gunk out of my chimneys when I break the seal of the scroll that you bound yourself in. Suddenly, I'm the eternal butt-boy of a godling with delusions of grandeur and 16 years old again on top of it.
Your youth being returned to you is a problem?:How many times do I have to say yes before it sinks in through your thick skull?
But why, I gave you what so many others sought for, a second youth.:Ah yes, a second bout with hormones, awkwardness, and the scruffy gangliness of youth. And you took my beard! There were dwarves that envied that beard. Do you have any idea how long that beard took to grow?
No, how long?:Fifty years! Fifty years of daily combing, washing, braiding and other care and maintenance, and you wash it all away in a simple hand gesture.
Would you like to see another hand gesture?:You've threatened me with that before. Go on, Smite ME!
No, its no fun when they ask. It feels... dirty.:That's not the reason! Tell them the reason. You want to know why his eternal pain won't smite me? I'm not just his high priest, I'm his only priest!
'''You say that as if it's not your fault that we haven't attracted more devotees.'''
:I've tried. But the whole yelling at the sky bit doesn't bring in the offerings. Or the followers. And let's not forget that nobody else seems to be able to tap your grand divine essence.
'''I've told you before–'''
:I know, you're still not a part of the timestream, and I need to correct the world to the "proper" chronology before you exist anywhere outside of my head.
'''I exist everywhere, but I can only reach you my servant until the world is re-aligned to the correct chronology. And saying that I exist only inside your head doesn't do the cause any good. It makes people think you're crazy.
:But they can hear you speaking now. They know I'm not crazy!
'''True, but strictly speaking this conversation is occurring outside of canon, so most likely, it isn't really happening.
:What do you mean, outside of canon?
Nevermind. You have work you should be doing in my name, go to it!''':Alright, you great big bastard.
