About Burahl Narnec
Burahl 'The Frail' Narnec:
Burahl ‘The Frail’ Narnec
Male Ratfolk Alchemist 5
TN Small Humanoid (Ratfolk)
Init +3; Senses: Perception +10, Darkvision
AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 14. . (+1 size, +3 Dex, +3 Armor) +2 Dodge vs animals
Speed 20 ft. (Light Armor)
Str 12, Dex 17, Con 13, Int 20, Wis 14, Cha 11
Favored Class Bonus: Alchemist (+5HP)
2-level extracts known DC 17
Burahl grew up in Korvosa, in the district known as Old Korvosa. Part of a reasonably large family of ratfolk inside the city, about 30 members spread out among 5 families. Life was rough for his parents and his 4 siblings, two older brothers, an older sister and a younger sister. They lived in old buildings, basements and other cramped spaces, usually with another family of his kin, sometimes with some other cramped up citizens, like gnome, though they were not preferred. Living life relatively inconspicuous, he and his family were at a reasonable good place.
Until his family was approached by a man from Gaedren, a local man in ‘power’. His brothers were soon recruited to gang-life, ‘The Little Lamms’, his father was offered a spying job on military activity in the East Shore district, this had become fatal to him as he was caught on an unlucky day and sentenced to death. His sisters however were spared such lives, just like him, the man of Gaedren had looked at him and laughed at the frail ratfolk boy, announcing that he would not need someone as weak of body as him. His younger sister, Thissi, the one he loved the most, eventually got addicted to a drug named Shiver, spread by Gaedren’s dealers. Watching as his favourite person slip away into a life of dependence on it, he tried to get her out of it. To that aim he stole a book out of a shop once, titled: Alchemy: Ingredients, preparation and usage or ‘How to heal ailments, transform, bombard and turn lead into gold. The last part, he found, was a hoax. Initially he stole it to try and cure Thissi of her dependence. He had created a small lab under the Old Korvosa streets, an old basement of a collapsed building. Concealing the entrance to it and making a new way in and out took him a few months. Later, when he found and made a simple elixir that should do the trick, he rushed over to his old house on the other side of Old Korvosa, only to find his mother sobbing over the lifeless body of Thissi, she had overdosed on Shiver.
Vowing revenge on Gaedren Lamm for his sister, father and his brothers, which are still active as strong-men for him now, he waits patiently for a chance to strike out at the crimelord. Burahl has also set up a shop in Old Korvosa, selling some of his potions, substances and such in his secret basement, known mostly among ratfolk across the city that have a grudge against Gaedren. A small crude mark and signs at the rubbled building in a combination of Gnome, Halfling and Varisian cryptically describes the shop: Visit the Bee and his Nectar, flutter around the clock and descent into heaven through the pollen. Appearing as a madman’s ramble, it describes to get to Burahl Nernac’s shop, go clockwise around this sign, and descent the concealed stairs among the rubble. When someone gets inside, Burahl will welcome them with him saying:”Finest potions available”
The latest news he had heard was that someone he had rescued and helped recover, did his old adversary Gaedren Lamm in. His revenge had been successful, though not in the way he had imagined it to be. Burahl now finds himself being contacted by the guards via others, they had learned of his healing and helping the wounded during the time that disease had run rampant throughout Korvosa. Now he has been summoned through one of his regulars to meet with Marshall Kroft. He had been hesitant at first to answer the invitation, but eventually showed up along with some other fighters and mercenaries.
Burahl is a reclusive character, bent on improving his work and exacting his vengeance (eventually). He has some outside information coming into his shop, and a few regular visitors of his shop who’s company he enjoys. His work and lifestyle give him a bit of a asocial mannerism towards others that are not so dedicated as him. Others usually feel the same way, though many of them acknowledge his knowledge and skill of alchemy, arcane and the natural world, often common folk come to him for advice on such things.
Though lately he has been less reclusive than before, helping victims of the riots in Korvosa, wealthy and poor alike. He still has a soft spot in helping others carry on.
He is 4 feet 1, lean and scruffy looking. He weighs slightly less than other ratfolk, at 72lbs. Mostly he wears robes when working, though when travelling through the city he dresses himself as a common traveller, with a leather armour under his robes and a quarter staff in his hands which he appears to lean on. Hiding a few of his mixtures under his robes to not seem conspicuous to guards throughout the city.