Post by Ekemon Rein on Jun 27, 2017 14:09:13 GMT
Name: Ekemon Rein
Race: Tiefling (Feral)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
XP:
Class(es) (Level): Artificer 1
Background: Cloistered Scholar (SCAG)
Age: 26
Personality Traits: I look at the world for inspiration, always seeking the seed of my next project. I enjoy learning about new things, but stick with a few interests.
Ideals: Self Improvement (I will do better, I must achieve more), No Limits (Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility, no worthy pursuit should be barred).
Bonds: I seek to prove the worth of my work, to validate my abandoning the arcane.
Flaws: I hide my insecurity behind a screen of ego.
HP: 8
AC: 15
Attributes:
STR:8 (-1)
DEX:16(+3)
CON:10( 0)
INT:16(+3)
WIS:10( 0)
CHA:14(+2)
Skills:
Arcana: +5
Deception: +4
History: +5
Nature: +5
Sleight of Hand: +5
Spells:
Cantrip: Thaumaturgy (At will)
Cantrip: Mending (At will)
1st level: Detect Magic (Ritual Only, at will, no material components required)
1st Level: Identify (Ritual Only, At will, no material components required)
Tools:
Thieves Tools
Smiths Tools
Tinker's Tools
Navigator's Tools
Languages
Common, Infernal, Draconic, Abyssal
Equipment:
Thundercannon: +5 to hit, 2D6+3P damage, Range 150/500, Bonus action to reload.
Light Crossbow: +5 to hit, D8+3P damage, Range 80/320, Loading, Two Handed
Dagger (X2): +5 to hit, D4+3P Damage.
Studded Leather armor.
Thieves Tools.
Dungeoneers Kit.
Candlekeep Robes, Writing Kit, Borrowed book on Arcane Constructs.
10GP
Background Feature: Library Access
Though others must often endure extensive interviews and significant fees to gain access to even the most common archives in your library, you have free and easy access to the majority of the library, though it might also have repositories of lore that are too valuable, magical, or secret to permit anyone immediate access.
You have a working knowledge of your cloister's personnel and bureaucracy, and you know how to navigate those connections with some ease.
Additionally, you are likely to gain preferential treatment at other libraries across the Realms, as professional courtesy shown to a fellow scholar.
Brief Backstory:
So, you want to know my story, do you? I don't blame you, it will of interest soon enough.
It begins in the city of Splendors; Waterdeep, with a noble prick and a night of infidelity. You might be wondering about his name, well too bad. Bastard already claims credit for everything, he doesn't get my work as well. So this prick already had two children; twin son and daughter, but oh so generously decided a third might be worthwhile. Thus I got a bed in his household, though I had to earn his name.
I would be lying if I said the early years were terrible; my siblings were yet to inherit the family self righteousness, though I'm sure that's changed by now.
Now the thing about the prick was that his family were Wizards. His great great whatever generation grandfather did something special with magic, then the following generation's all tried to emulate him. As a result, my siblings were taught from childhood, as was yours truly. Being the third child, and being the one without natural talent, I grew used to being ignored. Oh sure, the tutors had their "Ekemon is gifted, if he would just apply that gift he might be something great" bullshit, but anyone with sense knows that's just a nice way of saying your no good. Not that I give a damn, that obsession with waving hands chanting is hardly a measure of intelligence.
Eventually the prick decided to 'have a word' with me, where I made the mistake of sarcastically suggesting I might be a scholar. Of course he loved the opportunity to be rid of me, so off south to Candlekeep it was. Should have seen that one coming.
Candlekeep was admittedly an improvement, in spite of the sticks up their ass, the Avowed have a genuine interest in increasing their knowledge. Unlike the prick and his obsession with magic, they were open to new ideas. Thus while I spent far too much time cleaning up after them, my time as an acolyte did allow me to read far more than in my previous life. Further, they even seemed okay with my learning from the keep's smith, guess it made me better suited to jobs around the keep.
I was fourteen when I arrived their, twenty when I asked to leave. I don't like to be ungrateful; my mind would not be what it is without my time there, but it would be wasted had I stayed.
I will admit, I had no idea what I was doing when I left, just that I wasn't going back to the prick's household. For that reason I decided to try Baldur's gate, and I'm glad I did. The first tenday I spent there was unproductive as a whole, up until I met a merchant named Torian. Torian owned a small ship called Waukeen's Windrunner, and had trade partners all along the Sword Coast. This was of limited interest, except that he was short a navigator at that point in time, while in Candlekeep I had read a few books on the topic. Now I may have been somewhat vague regarding my actual experience, but there was enough truth that I found myself as his new navigator.
I'm gonna be honest, the job of navigator was not a stimulating one, however it made enough gold to support some pursuits more worthy of my faculties. Over my four years aboard Waukeen's Windrunner, I had time to apply my time in candlekeep, and began work on my Thundercannon.
As far as I know, my Thundercannon is a unique creation, similar to a bow or crossbow, but powered by an explosion. I began designing it early in my time as navigator, and its completion marked the end of that job.
See, a risk with the Sword Coast is always pirates, and after four years that risk became reality. I had the fortune to be below deck when they boarded us, but the outcome was clear before even that. Rushing with my untested masterpiece, its status as unique meant I could reach a perch by ducking and evading the fight on deck, I was unarmed and so nonthreatening as far as anyone knew. From a perch I had the good fortune to spot who I guessed to be the Pirate's navigator.
The event that followed served three good purposes. Firstly, it proved a successful test, taking the man off of his feet, and off of this plane. Second, the deafening noise brought the fight to an immediate pause, as everyone wanted to know what I had just done. Of greatest importance however, it created a job opening in the Pirate's crew, one that I was uniquely suited to fill. Think less of me for my actions, had you the tools, I doubt you would act differently.
It did take some convincing to join up with the pirates, and damn the pay was awful, but I survived to continue my work. Annoyingly, the year it took to ditch the pirates was unproductive; they lack an appreciation for intellectual pursuits it turns out, but eventually I managed to lose them without losing my work. The year since then has been uneventful, though not unproductive.
So there you have my story. I would advise you to remember it, for I am going places. Of more interest is what I am working on now. The Thundercannon is something I am proud of, but this next great project, it is truly inspired.
Ekemon Rein.pdf (412.08 KB)
Race: Tiefling (Feral)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
XP:
Class(es) (Level): Artificer 1
Background: Cloistered Scholar (SCAG)
Age: 26
Personality Traits: I look at the world for inspiration, always seeking the seed of my next project. I enjoy learning about new things, but stick with a few interests.
Ideals: Self Improvement (I will do better, I must achieve more), No Limits (Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility, no worthy pursuit should be barred).
Bonds: I seek to prove the worth of my work, to validate my abandoning the arcane.
Flaws: I hide my insecurity behind a screen of ego.
HP: 8
AC: 15
Attributes:
STR:8 (-1)
DEX:16(+3)
CON:10( 0)
INT:16(+3)
WIS:10( 0)
CHA:14(+2)
Skills:
Arcana: +5
Deception: +4
History: +5
Nature: +5
Sleight of Hand: +5
Spells:
Cantrip: Thaumaturgy (At will)
Cantrip: Mending (At will)
1st level: Detect Magic (Ritual Only, at will, no material components required)
1st Level: Identify (Ritual Only, At will, no material components required)
Tools:
Thieves Tools
Smiths Tools
Tinker's Tools
Navigator's Tools
Languages
Common, Infernal, Draconic, Abyssal
Equipment:
Thundercannon: +5 to hit, 2D6+3P damage, Range 150/500, Bonus action to reload.
Light Crossbow: +5 to hit, D8+3P damage, Range 80/320, Loading, Two Handed
Dagger (X2): +5 to hit, D4+3P Damage.
Studded Leather armor.
Thieves Tools.
Dungeoneers Kit.
Candlekeep Robes, Writing Kit, Borrowed book on Arcane Constructs.
10GP
Background Feature: Library Access
Though others must often endure extensive interviews and significant fees to gain access to even the most common archives in your library, you have free and easy access to the majority of the library, though it might also have repositories of lore that are too valuable, magical, or secret to permit anyone immediate access.
You have a working knowledge of your cloister's personnel and bureaucracy, and you know how to navigate those connections with some ease.
Additionally, you are likely to gain preferential treatment at other libraries across the Realms, as professional courtesy shown to a fellow scholar.
Brief Backstory:
So, you want to know my story, do you? I don't blame you, it will of interest soon enough.
It begins in the city of Splendors; Waterdeep, with a noble prick and a night of infidelity. You might be wondering about his name, well too bad. Bastard already claims credit for everything, he doesn't get my work as well. So this prick already had two children; twin son and daughter, but oh so generously decided a third might be worthwhile. Thus I got a bed in his household, though I had to earn his name.
I would be lying if I said the early years were terrible; my siblings were yet to inherit the family self righteousness, though I'm sure that's changed by now.
Now the thing about the prick was that his family were Wizards. His great great whatever generation grandfather did something special with magic, then the following generation's all tried to emulate him. As a result, my siblings were taught from childhood, as was yours truly. Being the third child, and being the one without natural talent, I grew used to being ignored. Oh sure, the tutors had their "Ekemon is gifted, if he would just apply that gift he might be something great" bullshit, but anyone with sense knows that's just a nice way of saying your no good. Not that I give a damn, that obsession with waving hands chanting is hardly a measure of intelligence.
Eventually the prick decided to 'have a word' with me, where I made the mistake of sarcastically suggesting I might be a scholar. Of course he loved the opportunity to be rid of me, so off south to Candlekeep it was. Should have seen that one coming.
Candlekeep was admittedly an improvement, in spite of the sticks up their ass, the Avowed have a genuine interest in increasing their knowledge. Unlike the prick and his obsession with magic, they were open to new ideas. Thus while I spent far too much time cleaning up after them, my time as an acolyte did allow me to read far more than in my previous life. Further, they even seemed okay with my learning from the keep's smith, guess it made me better suited to jobs around the keep.
I was fourteen when I arrived their, twenty when I asked to leave. I don't like to be ungrateful; my mind would not be what it is without my time there, but it would be wasted had I stayed.
I will admit, I had no idea what I was doing when I left, just that I wasn't going back to the prick's household. For that reason I decided to try Baldur's gate, and I'm glad I did. The first tenday I spent there was unproductive as a whole, up until I met a merchant named Torian. Torian owned a small ship called Waukeen's Windrunner, and had trade partners all along the Sword Coast. This was of limited interest, except that he was short a navigator at that point in time, while in Candlekeep I had read a few books on the topic. Now I may have been somewhat vague regarding my actual experience, but there was enough truth that I found myself as his new navigator.
I'm gonna be honest, the job of navigator was not a stimulating one, however it made enough gold to support some pursuits more worthy of my faculties. Over my four years aboard Waukeen's Windrunner, I had time to apply my time in candlekeep, and began work on my Thundercannon.
As far as I know, my Thundercannon is a unique creation, similar to a bow or crossbow, but powered by an explosion. I began designing it early in my time as navigator, and its completion marked the end of that job.
See, a risk with the Sword Coast is always pirates, and after four years that risk became reality. I had the fortune to be below deck when they boarded us, but the outcome was clear before even that. Rushing with my untested masterpiece, its status as unique meant I could reach a perch by ducking and evading the fight on deck, I was unarmed and so nonthreatening as far as anyone knew. From a perch I had the good fortune to spot who I guessed to be the Pirate's navigator.
The event that followed served three good purposes. Firstly, it proved a successful test, taking the man off of his feet, and off of this plane. Second, the deafening noise brought the fight to an immediate pause, as everyone wanted to know what I had just done. Of greatest importance however, it created a job opening in the Pirate's crew, one that I was uniquely suited to fill. Think less of me for my actions, had you the tools, I doubt you would act differently.
It did take some convincing to join up with the pirates, and damn the pay was awful, but I survived to continue my work. Annoyingly, the year it took to ditch the pirates was unproductive; they lack an appreciation for intellectual pursuits it turns out, but eventually I managed to lose them without losing my work. The year since then has been uneventful, though not unproductive.
So there you have my story. I would advise you to remember it, for I am going places. Of more interest is what I am working on now. The Thundercannon is something I am proud of, but this next great project, it is truly inspired.
Ekemon Rein.pdf (412.08 KB)