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Ten years, seven months, nine days. Three shining lines slowly crawled across the floor of his wretched hole exactly five hundred and eighty four times. I’ve kept count. Every day the sunlight lazily drifts across the ground and every day Julius Fetch sits in this dank cell counting another piece of his opportunity fall into the ocean outside.

I’m rotting.

Not like one of those undead husks back in the academy or the bowls of filth given to me by that mute oaf. A silent jailor is the worst jailor a man could have. If only I had my spell book, if only I could somehow scratch out the simplest charm spell into the floor, I’d make that fool talk. I’d make that fool talk himself right off a cliff.

This situation, of course, is because of Perry. Perry Vikas III, Grandson of one of the most powerful wizards to ever grace the planet. Perry had everything handed to him, everything. I came from the streets. He was also a dunce, barely capable of comprehending any incantation past the first circle. He was spoiled as well. When he saw something he wanted he had to have it one way or the other. It was on this mutual ground that we would form our friendship and on which my fate would be sealed.

The portrait of Aladar Neptus, first Wizard King of old Loremund, was worth a small fortune. Perry had no idea, of course, and just wanted to take something because he could. I however had secured a buyer, rented a small room near the academy to store the painting and most impressively, painted a somewhat realistic copy.

We snuck in under the cover of night, Perry and I. We used invisibility to get past the night watchman that wondered the halls, simple enough. A knock spell opened the door to the sanctum; the entry way was where the picture resided. It was hard to believe a dedicated group of wizards would leave such a treasure so unguarded.

Now Perry’s other defining feature, other than his lack of wit, was his freakish height. Perry stood 6 feet and 9 inches in height. It’s one of the reasons I wanted him to come along at all. It was up to him to grab the painting while I watched our exit. The next thing I remember is the loud snap of the fire trap and the thud of Perry’s seared corpse on the ground. He had managed to pull the painting down, utterly destroying it. I ran of course. It didn’t take long for them to find me.

Perry was resurrected and I was blamed for his murder. He was more than happy to blame me for everything. I had apparently masterminded his murder as well. Even Great Grandfather Vikas was there to smile and watch them “…with great mercy” allow me to live the rest of my days in a cell overlooking the sea.

Ten years, seven months, nine days. That is how much time Perry has stolen from me, that is how much time the destroyed painting of Aladar Neptus has stolen from me, and that is how much time they have all stolen from me. But worry not, gentle reader, for a miracle has happened. The gods have seen fit to free Julius Fetch from his prison and unleash him once again on the world. When the mute stopped showing up I thought I would die, but instead I found that the entire cliff was crumbling. My island prison was falling apart and had been abandoned. They forgot poor old Julius and let his prison wall fall into the sea. I’ll spare you the details of how I made my way back to shore, how I traded and took works of art I noticed stole and sold to rebuild my spell book, just know that I have come to Cassomir to build my empire and plot my revenge.

Julius Fetch is an art thief and manipulator. His current goal is to build a network of art traders and contacts willing to purchase stolen works. At some point he plans to branch out into the theft of magic items but realizes that such work is beyond him for now. He augments his thieving skills with magic and takes great pains to plan out a heist. He often keeps tabs on various pawns he can use to bypass certain challenges he lacks the skill to do, or to distract guards and security from important jobs. He is always on the lookout for the next great work of art he can liberate.

Julius is 34 years old, having been thrown into prison near the end of his studies at the Academy. He has finely kept short blonde hair with a streak of grey. He keeps himself clean shaven with meticulously kept mutton chops, although he’s prone to experimenting with facial hair. He pays attention to how he dresses and likes to remain fashionable. He has also developed a mild cough he can’t seem to shake from his time in the cell, which explains his lack of stealth and possibly low rolls in the future ;)

As a character Julius is scarred and embittered from his experience in the cell. He is currently lawful evil but redemption isn’t impossible. He’s arrogant but paranoid, believing a well thought out plan can be unstoppable but there are uncertain factors in everything he does. He admires beauty and works of art and often covets what he steals, though he understands turning these things into money is more important for now.

In combat I plan to utilize a lot of illusions and enchantments to make things fight for me and to stay out of trouble. He’s more avoidant than combative. But if he HAS to fight, he’ll go for the slow burn, whittling down his enemies while being untouchable. If it looks like a fair fight he’ll run away.

Julius’ primary contact and friend in the city is a woman named Lyra Brund. Lyra runs the local tavern/seedy brothel and for the right price (often spellcasting services) will make recommendations to Julius for weak willed patrons that he could easily manipulate. Lyra is a brawny woman with a mean streak who often develops grudges, she considers Julius as a form of punishment to people she doesn’t like. She refers to his as her curse, but in reality Julius is the one casting the spells.

Perry, of course, is still Julius’ hated enemy, but he resides in another town. Julius has no idea if Perry has become more dangerous but he knows his family is extremely powerful and is currently untouchable. He someday plans on enacting his revenge, but won’t do so unless it’s done in an elaborate and overly artful manner. Julius has not decided exactly what his final monologue for Perry will be, but often thinks of the moment.

In Cassomir, Julius’ biggest foe in the underworld is a rival wizard, Ursula. Ursula is a mercenary and often finds herself in her way of Julius’ goals. Julius is unsure if she is specialized in a school of magic thus far but knows that her wards and protections stopped him from liberating his most recent prize, a statue of the 5th empress. She had managed to utilize illusion to confuse the muscle Julius had brought along and thwart his plans, forcing him to retreat before the guards arrived. Ursula is loud, boisterous, and unpredictable and is a constant uncertainty in Julius’ plans. Julius hates uncertainty.

Note 260 gp has been spent on additional spells.
Cantrips: All except evocation and abjuration.
1st – Grease, Unseen Servant, Detect Secret Doors, See Alignment, Charm Person*, Hypnotism*, Memory Lapse*, Silent Image, Disguise Self, Crafter's Fortune, Hold Portal, Ant Haul
2nd – Investigative Mind*, Invisibility, Detect Thoughts, Web, Sentry Skull, Knock, Levitate, Oppressive Boredom*

Finn: Drunk Julius met in the Undercity. Alcohol Dependent. Assumed extremely susceptible to enchantment. Actual ability are assumed to be almost non-existent. Nice enough fellow, though. May consider cleaning him up should be prove more useful than a walking shield. At this point I actually feel bad for the guy. There is likely no further need to charm.
Devin Micall: Butler to Ricard Reiliux who makes lots of money off of insurance. Has a copy of 'Horse and Crow' for me to steal from his master. Would obviously know more important things Reiliux owns that can be stolen from him. Will be endlessly useful when I get a hold of Charm Monster and can hit him with that super long duration.