Nymbleth's page

Nymbleth lays in his hammock aboard the Peregrine relaxing, as he gently swings side to side, the tiefling can’t help but think about a time when he had it all a time before the fire that changed everything. He reflects, Was it only a few short years ago? At times like today, when he is content, it feels like it was just yesterday.

Nymbleth’s earlies memories are of his parents, Xan and Belkia, and the Alchemy shop they ran in Almas. They were a hard working family, his father was the inventor, always trying a new concoction or recipe. While his mother ran the business and ordered the supplies. They made a good team and their hard work made the shop into a success.

The shop was a sturdily constructed two-story wooden building, with their living quarters taking on the upper floor. A workshop took up the back half of the ground floor, while the front half was the store front. The shelves were always cluttered with beakers, jars, and test tubes containing exotic spices, caustic chemicals, and mysterious substances. There was always a pungent smell in the air that you never got used to. Nymbleth knew every inch of the place, but his favorite thing to do was to spend time in the workshop with his father, lost in his own thoughts of his next experiment. It is hear, at his parents shop, that he learned the art of alchemy and to love the magic that occurs as you mix elixirs.

Nymbleth took like a fish to water with the alchemist’s art. He taught himself to read at the age of three and was performing his own experiments by age five. His parents, attributed his keen intellect and success to his other worldly heritage. While his parents never knew when the fiendish taint entered their bloodline they viewed it as a blessing rather than a curse. Unfortunately, others in Almas weren’t so tolerant of Nymbleths obvious infernal bloodline. As a result Nymbleth spent his days hiding in the workshop engrossed with the chemicals he loved and continued perfecting his craft under his father’s tutelage.

Some might find it lonely spending ones days sequestered in the workshop but with his father, mother, and his work he was content. The shop continued be successful and his family’s future was filled with prospects as they talked about Nymbleth opening his own shop. Thus, his mother began showing him the other side of the business and Nymbleth got accustomed to people.

Nymbleth had accomplished all of this by the age of twenty-five so it is understandable that he was hopeful for what the future would hold. However, the seeds of his destruction were planted on an otherwise forgetful afternoon. It began when Nymbleth caught a half-orc with a strange laugh inside his family’s shop trying to peddle a new drug to their customers. He still recalls his pride as threw out the half-orc out and his arrogant dismissal of the creature’s threats. Little did Nymbleth know what the repercussions for throwing the chortling half-orc out would be and the price he would be asked to pay.

Two days later Nymbleth awoke well before dawn and headed for the markets, as he had heard a rumor that a shipment of gun powder had come in from Nex. He was hopeful that this reagent would improve the quality of the bombs he was experimenting with. Unfortunately, luck was against him that morning and no gun powder could be had.

Nymbleth was returning home empty handed and was several blocks away when he could smell the smoke. Smoke like this meant trouble and could only be caused by a building catching fire. As he drew closer to his home the air became thicker with the pungent smoke and he instinctively picked up his pace. The sickening feeling in his stomach continued to grow as he drew closer to his home. Words cannot describe the horror and despair he felt as he realized all that was left of his family, their shop, his life and his dreams were ashes.

Nymbleth still cannot remember most of what transpired over the first week after the fire. What he does remember is at some point he came to the conclusion that he must leave Almas and start over.

With steadfast determination the tiefling put all his efforts into joining the Bountiful Venture Company and being a part of the new colony. He was crushed when he wasn’t chosen for the first wave of colonists and blamed the denial on his infernal heritage.

However, he was invited to join the second wave because of his skill in alchemy which was much needed in the new colony.

Nymbleth is tall and lanky, standing well over six feet tall, with a lithe but well-muscled build. He has long and ropey limbs of corded muscle that appear to long for his body. The willowy tiefling has a sinister and menacing face that always looks like he’s about to laugh or scowl. His features are disproportionate and off putting, he possesses a straight nose and a crooked mouth with tow horns jutting from his fore head. While his large eyes framed by long, full lashes set off a gaze that is both knowing and penetrating. Nymbleth’s dark eyes marks his tiefling heritage and are as black as the pits of hell. His salmon colored skin is covered in small rough scales and stands in stark contrast to the dark locks of hair that appear to absorb the light around it. While His barbed tail seems to have a mind of its own.

The slender long-limbed tiefling is most often dressed in black with bandoliers crossing his chest and various pouches, containers, an paraphernalia hanging from his belt and pack.