The Loom of Fate - House Caedmon (Inactive)

Game Master Retech

House Caedmon straddles the gap between the past and the future. Originally from Cheliax, the House is the junior branch of a greater noble house that has since died out. Now, only the house Caedmon remains to continue their mission. The leader, the reclusive Lord Caedmon, is known to be pragmatic in his search for greater power and employs all manners of creatures and people, so long as they are useful.

I am back from a year-long hiatus from these boards with much more experience than my last attempt to DM, and I'm looking forward to playing with all of you. :D

Jerex is one of the many children of a prominent body guard family from House Derexhi. From the time Jerex could hold a sword and knew what to do with the "pointy end", he constantly trained under the tutelage of his parents and House Derexhi weapon masters. During a training session with one of the weapons master's, Jerex was not feeling well and left his guard wide open for a brutal sword pommel counter strike. When Jerex gained consciousness in the medical ward, besides feeling his bandages and effects of his wound, he felt different but did not understand why. After a few days in the medical ward, he was released and allowed to spend the remainder of his healing at the family's Penthouse Quarters at House Derexhi. While resting, he would wake up startled after a night mare holding something in his hand that he could not explain or believe. Then he would wish it to be gone and the strange object disappeared.

Half-orcs from across Avistan have made Averaka on the Isle of Flintyreach their home port, and the number of languages spoken and customs observed by its residents makes it as cosmopolitan as any major cities. While these half-orcs of Averaka eschew the more violent and destructive traditions of their orc heritage, they are far from a peaceful and sedentary lot. Indeed, their raiders rank among the Ironbound Isles’ most ferocious citizens. Yearly raids to Nidal are rites of passage for young Averakan warriors, and their booty brings economic riches to the Isle. This diversity can be heard in the taverns by the docks where drunken longshoremen belt out ribald shanties in Polyglot, Varisian and Chelaxian. At night the Averakan longhouses ring with the voices of their Skalds, as they chant out the long lays of their ancestral heroes . It is a savage and beautiful music, yet sophisticated at the same time. It draws from ancient Orcish, Giant and Ulfen traditions all mixed together. And on the longboats the Skalds set pace to the rowing strokes with great rhythmic chants...deep and powerful, driving the mariners along and building them into a fury before engaging in battle.

Khandruge the young half-orc is one such Skald from the Orcmoot on Flintyreach. His love of the musical traditions of his homeland is deep. But he was not prepared for what he discovered when he landed in Riddleport for the first time with a battered crew and a leaking vessel. While on shore he discovered the folk music of the local Varisian people and fell in love with its sound as well as the beautiful dances of the women. He has since deserted his ship and embarked on a new career of adventure in Varisia. Tagging along with a band of travelling Varisian players he made his way south to Magnimar. He is ever seeking new material in order to expand his repertoire and to find a wider audience for his talents.

Recently, a child from the house of Caedmon saw him perform at a local Magnimar fair and became his biggest fan. The house of Caedmon frequently hires him now to entertain the boy.

I love the detail about the boots and the clerical vestments. How do you think his experiences at the orphanage influenced him? Was there anything memorable that happened there or perhaps any person there that played an influence on him?

I noticed that he was drinking and being friendly to other barmates, but the bio says that he's cautious. Does he have a problem with drinking? I really like the little details you're putting in.

So he's a tough street kid. What happened to him in the labor camps that made him a shell of his former self? Was it just excessive labor or perhaps something else?

How does the alchemist come into this?

I really enjoy the story. That's exactly what I like to see, especially the line about how the blanks between the letters meant more than the words themselves.

Could you elaborate a bit on the background? I feel I understand so much of the character just from the story, but what was he like before the transformation?

Elans are allowed. Please post when you've finished the bio so I can read over it. :)

I love the background, and I feel like I really understand his motivations. You mention that the character meets the boy at a fair, and that the character performs in traditional half-orcish art forms. I'm really interested in the relationship between the boy and the character. Could you elaborate a bit about how they met?

pardon my disjointed reply, i just got off of work.

I imagine he was a pretty bright student, a prodigy even, which made his spiral towards madness all the more tragic.

I havent really decided on a race yet, i will likely go with Human.

I imagine his focus of study would have been history, but as it relates to all things. He would have sought to find patterns and cycles in the turning of time to better anticipate the things that may come in the future.

-For instance, through history the occurrences of planar crossovers, on a long enough time scale, might show patterns.
-or for Arcana, on that same long time scale, the prevalence of particular schools of magic.
-the particular styles of buildings or advances in engineering.
-changes in geography on the large scale, weather patterns, etc.
-trends in the rise and fall of governments and empires.
-trends in population change over an area, the general ebb and flow of people across the known lands.
-the rise and fall of various religions.

all of these things have the potential to display patterns on the long scale, and perhaps prophecies may come to light or predictions come true that others might miss.

I was thinking that the voice he didnt understand would be that of a deity or an older or even more foreign entity, perhaps. It could just have been madness, though. He lives with that doubt, but i plan for his doubt to go away over time as he becomes more sure that he is seeing the truth (whether that is the case or not). With his doubt waning, so too would his seeming madness wax in the eyes of others.

additionally, i was hoping to maybe get the following feat re-fluffed (and to some extent re-crunched): Breadth of Experience although i'd rather not play a dwarf, elf, or gnome. I was hoping to get the prerequisites loosened to reflect his study abroad. If there is another feat more suited to that, I would look at that instead. Failing that, I might just choose the Elan race (who would qualify for the feat by virtue of being over 100yrs old). Being an Elan would make sense in a way, since they live much longer than humans and would be more suited to taking the "long look" at history.

I like the additional background. And yes, you can refluff the feat.

It was a fine summer Starday morning, and Khundrugar was playing his very first dance number at the Rose and Rake in the Ordellia district of Magnimar. It was a matinee performance, as he was but a junior player in the company - having just arrived from Riddleport. The producer, Kassiel Iylmrain, gave him the role of Guramapa - the man-eating giant in the dance piece Zhuki o Zechko - "Zhuki and the Giant". It is a favourite pantomime tale in the Varisian canon but the story has Ulfen origins. Khundrugar is - of course - typecast for such a monstrous role and, with his knowledge of Ulfen culture and Giant mannerisms, he was confident that he would knock them dead with his performance.

But when he stepped onto the stage he realized - to his horror - that his audience was mostly made up of very young children, mothers and wetnurses. He wisely toned things down so as not to frighten them too much...relatively speaking anyway...most of the children were still wetting their pants and clinging to their mothers in terror by the end of it. But not this one child! A little boy - about 7 years old maybe - was stomping around in delight. And when the show was over he ran around the stands chasing his little sister, biting her, getting scolded for it and yelling "muuaaarg! I am Guramapa! bwaaarrg!" He loved it!

The next Starday matinee was the Roop Tarashi - a swashbucking pirate romance - another Varisian favourite. Khundrugar played the antagonist Sukhil the Black. He loved the role because one of his scenes was an extended dance with Patal Kan - the Girl from the Deep, played by the beautiful Vanya. He loved to dance with her - a Varisian beauty who normally would not deign to even look at him....but she was professional and danced it to perfection. Knowing this was a matinee crowd - Khundrugar tried to tone down the sensuality of the dance a bit....but that is difficult for any man to do when dancing with Vanya. Sweating in the summer heat he glimpsed out at the crowd once or twice. He noticed that most of the children were blushing profusely and hiding their eyes from the spectacle. But not that child, who was sitting there agape. And when the show ended he saw the boy leave, lewdly dancing his irate sister out into the street .

Things continued this way for 2 more weeks until complaints started to come in about the age-appropriateness of the matinees at the Rose and Rake. Kassiel politely asked Khundrukar to find different work and referred him to an associate at the Dockway district, where audiences expect more outree entertainment. He makes barely enough coin to get by singing at these Dockway gigs now. He finds that the bouncers are expensive....but that's because when Khundrugar gets a crowd going the bouncers expect decent remuneration from him afterwards....

Two months ago he received a summons from a paid messenger to perform at a private venue in the Marble District.....

Ony sits quietly at a table in the back of the Disagreeable Eel, a less than respectable tavern in the Underbridge district. He would be handsome, if not for his more alien features and habits. His skin is an unearthly pale color, as though natural light was a recent development for him and a pair of grey-blue pupil-less eyes stare into the middle distance, rarely blinking. The shadows around him seem deeper than in the rest of the tavern, often obscuring his features when he turns his head a certain way. It seems his cup is rarely empty here and it also seems that Ony is in a rare mood to talk.

"I am not human," he says, almost by way of greeting. His voice is clear despite the accent. "I am Kayal, my first employer called me by other name. It has been sticking thus far. He called me fetchling, so I called him dubiina." Ony chuckles at an unexplained joke.

"He is dead now," the fetchling says casually into his drink.

"I am not the sort of man to be skilled at," he trails off for a second before remembering his train of thought, "What is word? Legitimate! Legitimate work. Yes, no, I am not so good at the making of the horseshoes or the catching of the fishes. This is not to say I would not be in the looking for that sort of thing, but I do have certain talents." The fetchling makes to raise his cup again, only to find it somehow empty and waves a barmaid over. As the young girl with old eyes makes her way over to the table, Ony continues.

"I am tired of picking fights with simple thugs over pizdets gold and threatening each and every employer in order to get the pay they agreed to not a day before. I want a steady kind of employment, the kind with respect and regular earnings. The kind where the guards do not look twice when I walk down street at night. I am good with knife and I know this city well by now. I know how and where to get certain things of value. Perhaps we could be in the working of something, yes?"

Bathus Libretto

Str 6
Dex 16
Con 12
Int 20
Wis 10
Cha 8

hp: 7
AC: 13

bab: 0

CMB: -4
CMD: 9

Fort: +1
Reflex: +3
Will: +2

pp: 2

Initiative: +9

Offense:

QuarterStaff

Light Crossbow- +3 1d6 19-20x2

Traits:
Seeker
Desperate Resolve

Skills:

Appraise: ic+4= +8
Spellcraft: ic+4= +8
Perception: ic+0+2race+2feat+1trait= +9
Knowledge (Arcana): ic+4= +8
Knowledge (Local): ic+4= +8
Stealth: ic+3dex+2race+4size= +13
Perform: i-2= -1

Feats:
Scribe Scroll
Wild Talent
Psicrystal Affinity
Improved Initiative
Alertness (psicrystal)

Equipment:

Light Crossbow
Fifty Bolts
Backpack
Bedroll
50 ft Silk Rope
Waterproof Bag
Scroll case
Trail Rations (3)

Forbidden Schools:
Abjuration
Enchantment

Spells:

1

Break
Color Spray
Ray of Enfeeblement
Grease

Psychic Spells:

1

Inertial Armor
call to Mind
Force Screen
Entangling Debris

bad treatment, little food, lots of work. The only person who showed some compassion was another prisoner given the task to keep the prisoner in working condition was an alchemist. He took my character as a helper for the heavy lifting. The alchemyst was also task to experiment on corpse and bodies from time to time. They had an escape plan has the alchemyst was trying to make a mutagen that could be taken by others. But he was purchased before all that came to happened.

How do you feel about my character having spent some time studying with the Varisian nomads? I ask because they also have an affinity for tattoos and the Tattooed Mystic trait interests me.

I have added more details to my character sheet and the updated bio is in rough (very) draft is posted.

Question: Later on, can Jerex Call Weaponry a Firearm? Perhaps after perquisites are made such as exotic weapon prof, amateur gunslinger, and using the weapon at least once?

Izah, male ifrit Oracle (flame) 1
LE male Medium outsider (native)

Init +; Senses Darkvision 60, Perception +0

DEFENSE
AC 20; touch 12; flat-footed 18 (+2 dex, +6 armor, +2 shield)
hp 9 (1d8 + 1 favored class)
Fort +0; Reflex +2; Will +2 (+2 to all saves vs [fire] and [light] spells)
Defensive Abilities Fire Resistance 5

OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft (20 armored)

Melee
Light mace +3 (1d6+3 20/x2)

Ranged

Special Attacks
Heat Aura (Su): As a swift action, you can cause waves of heat to radiate from your body. This heat deals 1d4 points of fire damage per two oracle levels (minimum 1d4) to all creatures within 10 feet. A Reflex save halves the damage. In addition, your form wavers and blurs, granting you 20% concealment until your next turn. You can use this ability once per day, plus one additional time per day at 5th level and every five levels thereafter.

STATISTICS
Str 16; Dex 15; Con 10; Int 10; Wis 10; Cha 16
BAB +0; CMB +3; CMD 15

TRAITS
> Aspiring Hellknight
> Contract Master
> Magical Knack (Oracle)
Drawback: Power Hungry

FEATS
1st-Level: Scorching Weapons (Combat, Ifrit)

SKILLS (4+Int Modifier/Level) Asterix denotes class skill
(1) Intimidate* +8
(1) Knowledge (religion)* +4
(1) Knowledge (planes)* +4
(1) Linguistics +1

LANGUAGES
Ignan
Common (taldan)
Infernal

SPECIAL ABILITIES
Efreeti Magic Some ifrits inherit an efreeti ancestor's ability to magically change a creature's size. They can cast either enlarge person or reduce person (the ifrit chooses when using this ability) once per day as a spell-like ability (caster level equals the ifrit's level). The ifrit can use this ability to affect other ifrits as though they were humanoid creatures. This racial trait replaces the spell-like ability racial trait.

Fire in the Blood Ifrits with this racial trait mimic the healing abilities of the mephits, gaining fast healing 2 for 1 round anytime they take fire damage (whether or not this fire damage gets through their fire resistance). The ifrits can heal up to 2 hit points per level per day with this ability, after which it ceases to function. This racial trait replaces fire affinity.

Flame Mystery
Class Skills: An oracle with the flame mystery adds Acrobatics, Climb, Intimidate, and Perform to her list of class skills.

Bonus Spells: burning hands (2nd), resist energy (4th), fireball (6th), wall of fire (8th), summon monster V (fire elementals only, 10th), fire seeds (12th), fire storm (14th), incendiary cloud (16th), fiery body (18th).

Curse: Legalistic
Whenever you break your word (either purposefully or unintentionally), you become sickened for 24 hours or until you meet your obligation, whichever comes first. However, once per day, you can make a vow to yourself that grants a +4 morale bonus on any one roll you make while trying to fulfill a promise made to another individual.

At 5th level, you gain a +3 competence bonus on Diplomacy, Intimidate, and Sense Motive checks while talking to an individual one-on-one.

At 10th level, you can make a new saving throw each minute to resist mind-affecting effects as your subconscious searches for loopholes.

At 15th level, any creature that violates its freely given word to you takes a penalty to AC, to spell resistance, and on saving throws against your attacks and abilities equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum 1) for 24 hours.

SPELLCASTING

Orisons (At Will)
* Spark
* Detect Magic
* Read Magic
* Enhanced Diplomacy

1st-Level 5/day
* Burning Disarm
* Tap Inner Beauty
B Cure Light Wounds

GEAR
Chainmail (120gp)
Light mace (5gp)
Heavy steel shield (20gp)

APPEARANCE
Izah is a tall and muscular man with deep red skin accented by flecks of chromatic orange and yellow, standing six and a half feet in height. High cheekbones and a prominent brow give Izah a regal countenance tempered by stern expressions and eyes that glow like hot coals. A pair of broad, sweeping horns of black coloration extend from the sides of his head and curve forward like that of a bull's. Izah's horns are etched with rings of infernal writing indicating his oathbound service to Asmodeus and the structure of the Hellknight order, to those who can read the inscriptions. Izah's broad-shouldered frame is adorned with the matte black armor of a Hellknight Armiger; sooty black chainmail reinforced by steel plates across the chest and shoulders as well as armored graves and gauntlets. A night black cloak drapes over Izah's shoulders down to ground level and is dirtied with the dust and soil of the road. From his belt hangs a flanged mace of black iron, and on his back is slung a broad shield of featureless ebon, marred with scars and dents.

BACKGROUND
"Another failure, cast him into the abyss."

At his birth, Izah burned his way out of his mother's womb like a lump of molten steel, killing her in his entrance to this world. Izah was not born of parental love, not born out of violence or lust; Izah was born of sorcery and ritual. Izah knows nothing of his origin, save for fleeting recollections of robed figures and strange symbols, of disappointed old men laden with gold, and then what should have been a watery grave.

Izah's story truly began when he was cast into the sea after his birth, hurled like an animal carcass from rocky cliffs into water that exploded in a gout of scalding steam the moment his fiery body struck its surface. Whatever results Izah's creators were searching for was not seen in his bloody birth, and so he was to endure the fate of all those who had come before him, a fate that haunts his dreams. Just a few hours old, Izah was hurled into the Inner Sea; a violent death sentence. Instead of drowning at the bottom of that cliff as others had, fortune or fate smiled on Izah.

The steady delivery of corpses to these waters attracted the attention of aquatic predators, among which were the coastal-dwelling sand sharks that feasted on the remains of cast-off infants from unspeakable ritual. The gathering of sharks had attracted fishermen to the region, hoping to harvest the bounty of shark flesh for sale in local fishmarkets. Never did they imagine to haul up a horned child in their nets.

Never did his makers expect him to survive.

As of yet unnamed, the ifrit newborn was brought by the fishermen to the nearby island town of Chiron that they hailed from. Here, the newborn was cared for by the fisherman's family for several days as they struggled to determine what to do with the child. While the fisherman's family had ultimately decided to keep the child, the fisherman's brother Nekrit knew what riches an ifrit baby could fetch in the slave markets of Katapesh. In the dark of night, he stole into his brother's home and kidnapped the child, fleeing by boat from the village to make the long journey to the city of Katapesh.

Here, Nekrit sold the ifrit boy for two-hundred and seventy-six gold to a Katapesian gnoll slave-trader of the sandstalker tribe known as Thaxis the Knife. Thaxis was no fool to pay such a high price for an infant, he had a keen eye for flesh and the potential therein. Thaxis could tell that the ifrit boy was of no mere planar progeny, but possessed the blood of noble efreeti in his veins. Dubbing the child Izah (an Ignan word meaning "golden"), Thaxis kept the infant for himself and had it raised by his slave handlers for close to a decade until the slowly-maturing ifrit was of age to walk and speak, effectively a toddler.

By this time, young Izah had already begun to display his inherent fire-based powers, much to Thaxis' frustration. It was eventually decided to keep young Izah in a stone cell for the safety of others, so as to not burn down the remainder of Thaxis' holdings in Katapesh. Izah would endure three more years of captivity, but no amount of stone walls or lashings could repress his fiery personality and wildly destructive nature. He was a problematic child, lashing out at his captors, prone to fits and tantrums with destructive consequences.

Both unable and unwilling to wait the long years to maturation, Thaxis began feverishly searching for a way to cut profit on Izah as-is. After several failed attempts to sell Izah on the slave market, a middling -- but interested -- bidder from Cheliax was eventually the lawful owner of the ifrit child. Delera Hightower was a human woman unlike the kind Thaxis was accustomed to dealing with. Powerful, charismatic and dangerous, Delera served as a maralictor of the Hellknight order of the Pyre in Cheliax. It was Izah's auspicious origin and natural gift towards the flame that attracted Delera's eye; that, and the challenge of taming the beast that was his temper.

Within a year's time, Izah would call the fortress-city Citadel Krane just outside of Ostenso in eastern Cheliax -- seat of power for the Order of the Pyre -- home. Within the high walls of Krane, Izah was brought to bear under lash and chain. If he acted like an animal, he was treated like one. If he acted like a man, he was rewarded as one. Izah's rough edges were hammered out like iron being reforged into steel by the tempering hand of Maralictor Hightower for nearly thirty years, a time that barely accounted for half of Izah's youth and yet saw Delera withering away into a tired old woman who had lost her spark.

Ultimately, Delera would retire from her position as maralictor and leave the tutelage and care of Izah in the hands of other members of the order of the Pyre. In a way, the ifrit boy had become a child of the entire order, raised by members of the Order of the Pyre for years until the day his true gift would manifest.

It was under the care of dwarven Hellknight Master of Blades Tros Gravhost that Izah would come into his own within the organization. While Tros' attempts to undo the affectations of diabolism instilled in the ifrit child by Delera were in vain, his structured teaching on balanced aspects of combat reinforced the boy's violent nature with field-tested tactics and a respect for the strengths of his enemies.

During a sparring match with an Armiger of the order, Izah was wracked by fitful spasms and collapsed on the training yard. When his opponent approached to see what was the matter, Izah's body erupted into a cloud of flames that left the boy he had been sparring against covered head-to-toe in flames. The boy survived, but he was mournfully disfigured by the incident. Gravhost, however, recognized that what Izah had undergone was a divine rapture representing an expression of deific will into mortal flesh. Izah was taken to see the Signifers of the Pyre, and quietly the order discussed accelerating his training to take advantage of this monumental discovery.

After a lengthy inquest it was determined that Izah was expressing the first instances of intuitive divine channeling, whereby he had been touched by some deific force and had become conduit to its power. Given his tutelage under Delere Hightower and her instilling of Asmodean principles to the boy at a young age, the Signifers of the Pyre unanimously agreed that it was likely the will of Asmodeus expressed in Izah's flesh. As time would go on, Izah's nature began to reflect that of his infernal patronage, possessing a keen eye for law and contracts while also fervently upholding his word.

The Hellknights agreed to fast-track Izah for training as an armiger of the order, to best capitalize on his newfound divine power. In turn, Izah became sculpted into an instrument of the order under the watchful eye of the signifers. Among the other armigers in training that rose alongside Izah, the ifrit child stood head and shoulders above them, both physically and metaphorically, becoming an exemplar of the rigid Hellknight doctrine. Izah found purpose in the structure presented, found comfort in the laws of the Asmodean faith, and found something he had been lacking most of his life...

Power.

Izah matured from a humbled child abandoned to a watery grave into a power-hungry man desiring both to appease the will of his Hellknight masters, but also to one day supplant them and claim the order of the Pyre as his own. Izah's ambitions are grand, rooted in his insatiable desire to never be the powerless child locked in a cold, stone cell again. It is this helpless child that has truly shackled Izah and put him on a path of unrepentant power-mad glory seeking.

As an eager armiger of the order, Izah has been ordered by Tros Gravhost to journey to Magnimar in Varisia on a personal assignment to seek out dangerous cults within the region while building his own understanding of the world and his place in it. This personal quest is one most armigers undergo once they have completed their training, though the scope of Izah's is analogous to his comparitive power to his peers.

While armed with his overarcing mission, Izah must start small and build his power base. Even if, for a time, that means working under the employ of other masters. Most Hellknights have performed mercenary work from time to time.

Time will teach Izah he is no different.

Mechanically, the plan for Izah is to go Oracle with a little dabbling in fighter, then two levels of Hellknight, and the remainder in Hellknight Signifer. He should become a perfect switch-hitter with this build of classes and the right spells, serving as battlefield control, direct damage, healer or melee depending on the need.

I'd also, if it is available in the campaign, like to take Leadership with Izah and establish a small retinue of Hellknights of the Pyre in Magnimar.

I've been playing Pathfinder since the Alpha test and D&D since the late 1980s. I maintain three PbPs on the Paizo forums set in a post-apocalyptic shared Golarion universe and have a strong appreciation for well designed and thought-out roleplay. I'm also a new contributor to Paizo publications (bestiary design, Mummy's Mask book 5) and upcoming 3pp products.

More updates on the profile along with basic back story outline.

Wonderful. All I need to say.

That's exactly what I wanted to see. Thank you.

I like the background, and I think the race fits well, but what takes him beyond his race? Right now I am only seeing his race; if it's possible, can you elaborate on how he's unique?

I think that story could explain a lot about the character. Could you expand on it and give some more details?

That sounds like a great idea and a wonderful story.

This background is really creative. I will do some research on the ability and get back to you soon.

Wow. That story is fantastic: so compelling and informative. I don't really have anything else to ask from you.

I think it's a good start, but how did his conversion affect him? Did it change his personality and how did he discover his divine talent?

After some expansion, I think it would be great.

I am thinking for my character's parents, they would be well-off but not necessarily noble. His father something of a merchant-politician on the Council of Ushers (by virtue of owning a few stores/factories/mills/ships or a shipping company/etc.) His mother would have kept ledgers or something in her free time (perhaps for the office of the lord-mayor), which would have given Eran an early introduction to an important piece of education (math).

This would put their family home somewhere in Bridgeward/Capital District.

Eran himself would be in the business of tattoos, both magical and mundane. I imagine him running the gamut from scribing psionic tattoos on wealthy patrons to drawing colorful tattoos on sailors while inebriated.

I'm not sure if he would have his own dedicated shop for tattoos (not sure how in-demand they would be)(his tattoos for sailors would certainly be in dock-side bars), so that might put him working in one of his father's recently-vacant stores in between managers or perhaps working out of a small apartment paid for by part of his earnings. I doubt he would work out of his family's home, as that would expose them to too many strangers. He might even simply do house-calls and advertise via flyers posted at storefronts his father owns. Not sure if his living in his family home would be customary, if so, he wouldn't be working from an apartment.

He would likely also have a sibling, likely going into the family business (business management). This would have freed Eran up to attend university. Perhaps his brother is younger, and being given more of an apprenticeship-based education after seeing the crazy ideas Eran brought back from his time in the university.

Eran's parents are disappointed in him that he is not going to take up business management under his father, but ultimately they know he could have ended up much worse.

ALSO: Eran Orantul is completed.

Algar, I think that the labor camp seems like a major part of the character, and it would be wonderful if you could expand on it.

Of course, I know many people who like to show who their character is in different ways, but these are just comments to give you some ideas. They aren't necessary, but I think it would help me tremendously in understanding what your character is like and how they could fit in the with the rest of the party.

I would say that life in a labor camp is pretty much as one could find in the ones currently running in Russia. Harsh working condition. Little food. Some camaraderie. Those who exhibit special knowledge or skill useful to the laborers are treated with respect and given appropriate task. The Alchemyst did his best to act as a doctor to all, amongst other "skilled, specialty" workers. My character being very strong and strong willed intervened to rescue the old man from a beating as he refused to carry out an vivisection asked. He insulted the Taskmaster and got himself a great beating (ankle broken) And that is where the relationship began. (in fact not quite as the alchemyst has treated him a few times before for whip lashes.) Working with the alchemyst they both came in with a plan. He would try to synthese his mutagen extracts in order for non alchemyst to be able to use them in order to be stronger so that they would be able to escape one night (And so a team of specialty people was chosen to carry out the Great Escape Plan (think about the WW2 movie). On the day they were going to carry out a bunch of slaver traveling from Cheliax to Magnimar stop at the Labor camp. They had suffered a bandit attack and figure they could replenish some of the lost slave / guard with what they could find. He was purchased amongst 10 others. The other were able to carry out the Great escape anyway while my character was taken to Magnimar and acted as a guard caravan on the way. Once more the caravan was attacked by bandits but this time Leading the "purchased" guards they were able to survive the raid. Once in Magnimar he was told that we was going to be "free" as he had been chosen to be send to House Caedmon as a replacement for the Son of Cleric Bromius of the Church of Abadar, Who owed a favor to House Caedmon.

The character works rather well with other, right now he partially recovered his freedom. He know he doesn't have the "strength" or power to make it out in the world, but he is on a "quest" for personal growth. The Alchemyst in the labor camp opened a whole to horizon for him and the path to self improvement, knowledge and strength. Eventually when he has gathered some he will be able to choose for himself. (By then he can adjust his goals after a few levels / campaign time ... :)

Wonderful. Exactly I was looking for, thank you.

I don't have any preference in terms of class, though ideally we'll get a nice balance overall. Magic item creation will be allowed, but keep in mind time constraints. This campaign will probably move somewhat briskly because it's partially linked to several other campaigns.

Just wanted to say again, that is a wonderful background and convenient formatting for me. Hopefully I will have time soon to look into the ability that you were asking about before.