Halfling (Caracter retailoring in the works) Alchemist
The Drunk
Watching curiously, Boram too decided to see how the talk folk dealt with their own before deciding if he would actually think of joining them. Watching the scene unfold, he didn’t respond to the drink man, soliciting something betenn a grin and a grimace form tha man as he decided if the Halfling was on his side or not. Determining that Boram was not, he shrugged before wandering off.
Response to Thane’s INVITATION
At the barbarian’s invitation, Boram gave a knowing look to Akbar, that said “might as well” without uttering a word. Looking to Thane again, he said, ”Decent idea, but I am not one for entering a man’s home without exchanging pleasantries first. Shall we chat as we walk?” Falling in line next to Thane, he craned his head up and said in a Chelaxian accent, ”The name is Boram Tuffot, self-aclaimed cook and purveyor of stable and unstable alchemical products. Anythign the nets me some decent food, especially local fare, if a fine proposition to me.”
Upon arriving at Thane’s home, he gave a similar introduction to Thane’s wife before adding, ”If you would like any help in the kitchen, then just let me know. I have known to make the occasional delicacy in my time. Might not be able to get my hands on all the right ingredients for Chelaxian fare, but I am sure I can improvise.” Putting himself to use, he offered to make a cool soup of turnips and other vegetables that was not quite cool enough to fight the heat and not quite tasty enough to want to keep eating. Only those who really enjoyed the intense taste of salt would be able to handle one bowl…Boram served himself up 3.
While the rules that the group came up with made sense, they had yet to tackle the real question of interest to the small alchemist. ”But what will our name be?”[b] Boram exclaimed as he plucked a piece of fruit form the plate and wiped the now salty wood of his bowl before plopping it in his mouth. Barely swallowing, Boram continued, [b]”Maybe we could be the Tossers 4…wait, but there are 5 of us. Hmm, what about the Bombers? Or the Tomb Scroungers?” While the conversation leading to Thane’s house with the halfing was interesting, demonstrating the little one’s intelligence, as Boram continued to rattle off names, it was obvious that his alchemical inventiveness didn’t translate to other areas of creativity.
After the meal and logistics had been worked out, Boram retired to his place at the Spirit of the Sand inn to rest up and prepare for the location naming ceremony in the morning.
OPENING CEREMONY
Standing in the market square, Boram shaded his eyes as he started moving through the crowd in search of his new comrades. Identifying Thane by his lighter skin and broad shoulders, he meandered over and said ”Well how goes it, ready for this to…” Boram stopped mid-sentence as the ungliest half-orc he had ever seen turned and looked down on him. Pausing in embarrassment, the alchemist squeeked ”My mistake,” before scooting off. Finally finding Thane and the others, he said his hellos and made friendly conversation with a pair of gnomes who were trying too hard to see what he knew about the tombs…which at that point, was very little.
With the arrival od Sebti however, Boram immediately grew silent as he listened to what the Priestess had to say and waited to see which lot their group drew. Seeing Thane approach the dias, take the map and return, the Halfling waited with baited breath for the barbarian’s words.
The Tomb of Ahkitepi eh? Can’t say I am too familiar with it. I might be able to dig up a bit on it with the proper research. Though if it has any interesting architecture, then it shouldn’t be too difficult to identify. May I see the map? Maybe I can identify any patterns in the layout that might help us.”[/b] Then, his chaotic mind switching tracks rapidly as he perused the map, he continued ”I have most of the essentials I need. We will want to make sure we bring along a few braces, in case the walls start to give. And plenty of food and water of course.”
Halfling (Caracter retailoring in the works) Alchemist
Extending his small hand upwards and outwards, Boram smiled as he said, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name if Boram Tuffot, all ranging traveler, admirer of architectural wonders and alchemist extraordinaire. I am a pretty decent cook as well, if I may say so myself. I am here to see what these tombs have to offer.” Releasing the man’s hand, the halfling goes about stuffing a small pipe with some sort of tobacco and pulling out a tindertwig as he continued, “As to the current whereabouts of my compatriots, I was hoping to find them among those remaining here now. You don’t mind if I smoke...do you?” Even before Rubani was able to respond, the halfling struck the twig against the metal of his belt, and gave a few puffs as he lit his pipe. His voice now slightly muffled as he gripped the pipe between his teeth, Boram added, “Don’t worry though, I am not one to defile corpses and destroy ancient walls. Just going to take a few notes and make away with just enough to support my research. How about you? What reasons do you have for plunging into the depths of these crypts?” TAG Rubani
In response to Akbar’s words, Boram jumped a little, surprised that another halfling would attempt to talk with him. He had tried to make friends with the halfling outriders earlier, but they spurned him, saying something about how the smell on him made the dogs uneasy. Well, if they can’t stand the smell of blasting powder and catalyst, then he would not want to speak with them anyhow. At the halflings words, he said “Excuse me” to Rubani before turning to the other halfling and saying in Halfling “Un salin ta! Tá mé Boram. Int farrn tal naweigin di balin. Uln ibd fair sibben ir dun. Id irn forn. Diln up si comm, ver up si coon?”
Tanslation from Halfing:
A fellow! My name is Boram. Seems so, but I wouldn’t worry about the barefoots. This one at least seems to be familiar with this place. Much more so than myself. Shall we switch to the Common tongue and see if these barefeet will be willing to work with us?
TAG Akbar
Especially as it seems something interesteing could be coming of that "discussion" Boram thought. He was not familiar with the drunk man, but the fact that he was shouting, and the big barefoot was responding in kind, meant some fun was likely to come of it.
Halfling (Caracter retailoring in the works) Alchemist
Standing in the square as he listened to the priests make their proclamations, Boram took a swig of his waterskin as he attempted to find a higher spot to see. Pushing past the sweaty bodies, his feet moving across the hot ground, Boram was happy he had decided to wrap his feet after arriving in Osirion as he had yet to grow accustomed to the hot climate. Finding a place he could easily scale, he readjusted the pouches of vials he wore around his body before scaling. Taking his time, he carefully made his way to the low roof of one of the nearby buildings where he got a good view of the plaza.
Listening intently to the rules, he nodded in approval as he thought, I will have to be careful in how I use by bombs, but at least it will spare what architecture remains intact. That was one of the reasons he had come here after all. After arriving in Garund, he had heard wonders of what Wati had to offer. Of particular interest was the stories of the advanced alchemy that existed before the Plague of Madness existed. Unsure of which stories were actually true, even if he did not find any evidence of this alchemy, as least he would be able to study the interesting architecture. And of course, any relics that could provide funding for his experiments was always welcome. Seeing the plaza clear, Boram made his way off the roof, joining the others still standing in the plaza.
Those who notice the halfling will note the light, leather armor and the various instruments and pouches that hung from his belt. He has the bearing of a traveler, his skin tanned by the sun and a short walking stick strapped to his small pack. His dark hair cut short, there were patches missing on the side of his head, as if the hair had been burned off.
“Well, some interesting rules and what not. No? Interesting place as well. Are you all here to take part in this lottery that they were talking about?” Boram spoke cheerfully, the usual smile and easy manner that most halfling have evident on his small face.
Here is what I have so far for Boram Tuffot, halfling alchemist from Westcrown. Character sheet is not near completed.
Background:
Like many halflings, Boram Tuffot was born into slavery. Raised the son of a widowed seamstress, Boram never knew his father, who died before he was born from a horse that had trampled him underfoot. Raised in the house of Berent Housant, a rather merciful noble in Westcrown, he was free to do much on his own, so long as he completed his tasks. Taken by Boram’s affable, easy going nature, his Master even taught him the intracies of his trade, that of the wizard. Never taking to it enough to cast spells, he none-the-less learned the characteristics of different magical devices and enough of the fundamentals to identify its use. Becoming his Master’s close assistant, Boram entertained and assisted that man in keeping his study cleaned and organized. In truth, Boram was set to find a place for himself that was the closest to freedom he had ever felt.
It was not meant to be.
Three months after his 25th birthday, when he was out purchasing essential alchemical items for Berent his master’s house was devastated by influential enemies. Returning to the house to his master’s body spread out on the yard, he was uncertain what to do, until his mother pulled him out of sight, shoving some bread and cheese into his hand and begging him to leave the city before the man found him. In tears, he rushed from the property, making for the docks, where he was able to barter passage by offering the captain of the Peraled Maiden, a man named Feld Blake, the most valuable of the alchemical components in his possession. Not knowing where they sailed, Boram did his best to befriend the crew, helping to run messages and prepare meals. In that time, he learned to enjoy cooking, though many of the sailors learned to discard their food when he was on duty. Seeing the halfling’s love of brewing but inability to concoct an edible meal, Feld sent him to the ship’s alchemist, a man names Leonard Stake. A stooped man with a gimp leg and a mean glare, Boram was frightened of the man at first. But as he did the man’s bidding, he learned more of the alchemy he practiced. As he learned, he earned the respect of the crotchety old man, who began to smile at the exuberant halflings manner and jokes. Pretty soon, after several accidents that left patches of dark hair seared away, Boram learned to create his own bombs and other concoctions. In alchemy, the Halfling found something he could devote his intellect and nimbleness to. This new passion even helped fend the ship form pirates as it made its way through the Shackles.
Upon arriving in Garund, Boram bid farewell to the merchant crew that had been his family the past several months. Setting out on his own with a few supplies and a small alchemy lab that Leonard had gifted him, Boram traveled from city-to-city, hearing more about the wonders that could be found in Wati. Heading in that direction, he continued to practice his craft as he attempted to assimilate to the different weather and culture. Still quite out of place in the more arid climate, he sold his alchemical creations, and took on jobs when needed, to survive. By the time he arrived in Wati, he had learned much about the strange half city, one part live and bustling with trade and a mixing pot of races and the other half still and silent as the grave. Intrigued with the city, Boram checked in to a local inn so he could set up shop and see what the Necropolis had to offer.
Personality:
Smart and dexterous, Boram is friendly and has a carefree attitude that is pretty normal for halflings. His free spirit is what drew him to the experimental nature of the alchemist as he continuously likes to try new things in both his experimentation and in his daily life. However, his life under Berent and his mother’s care instilled in him an understanding of good and evil he carries with him today. As such, he often finds himself stepping in to help those in need, even if it means pitting his skill against a creature many times his size. Fortunately, he has leaned that this bombs and concoctions make for a good equalizer and he loves his bomb making as much as he does his cooking.
