500 gp of stuff
Wizard spellbook (free, 3 lb)
Magus spellbook (free, 3 lb)
Alchemist formula book (free, 3 lb)
Pouch, spell components x 2 (10 gp, 4 lb)
Earplugs x 10 (3 sp, 0 lb)
Smoked goggles (10 gp, 0 lb)
Marbles (1 sp, 2 lb)
Chalk x 10 (1 sp, 0 lb)
Mirror, small steel (10 gp, .5 lb)
Mwk backpack (50 gp, 2 lb)
Pack saddle (5 gp, 20 lb)
Alchemist's lab (200 gp, 40 lb)
Riding dog (150 gp)
Background:
When Regulus' soul came into his metal body, the first sound he heard was the whirring of the tiny gears and mechanisms of his own brain. He immediately opened his eyes and looked around, taking in the strange sights and sounds of his surroundings. "Who am I? Why am I here?" He could not answer any of these questions. The only hint was a "IV" inscribed on the metal casing of his arm. But he began searching for answers with unending curiosity. He didn't know where to look, so he looked everywhere. He studied history, art, religion, engineering, but none of them explained who he was to his satisfaction. He began experimenting with various lubricants and special fuels he could synthesize that would speed his processing powers and grant him other increases in efficiency. These were useful but did not answer his deepest questions.
Then he began experimenting with magic. Essentially, it was just a more difficult form of physics. By speaking the correct words of power and applying the correct forces to the fabric of the universe around him, he was able to evoke certain transfers of energy. This also proved useful and fascinating but he found himself no more enlightened than before. To aid his endeavors, he began experimenting with his own physical form. He reconstructed his facial sensors to more accurately intake information. The change made him appear far less human than others of his kind but Regulus saw no point in conforming when he didn't know whether or not his purpose lay with humanity. And though he did not understand why humanoids observed certain cultural traditions, moral practices, or special greetings, he studied them thoroughly.
His lack of need for sleep allowed him to read, investigate, and experiment all night long. During one of his habitual late-night investigations, his visual sensors sputtered out. Instead, his vision was filled by a great spire stretching up to the sky. It was cracked, with deep black veins (or were they shadows) that reached all the way into its foundation somewhere underground. When his normal vision was restored, he found himself drawn to the vision as if his very purpose lay there. He tried to convince himself that he was interested in it for the engineering and history involved with such a structure, but to no avail. Somehow, the spire drew him in a way far beyond his understanding.
