Basic Information
Name: Horatio
Gender: Male
Race: currently Drow
Mental Age: 240
Apparent Age: mid hundred-and-50's
Profession: Magical Artificer
Languages: Common, Undercommon, Abyssal, Infernal, Celestial "Never had as much use conversing with elementals..."
Accent: Well-Educated humanoid. Complete lack of the lilting Elven accent.
Physical Description
Height: short (less than 5')
Weight: 100 lbs soaking wet
Body build: Skinny and not very muscular
Hair style: Short, slightly unkempt
Coloring: Normal Drow coloring
Hair: White
Eyes: Red
Skin: Black
Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Philosophy: There is no problem to big or difficult that cannot be solved with a reasoning mind or magical research. Or Both.
Deity/Beliefs: I don't need them[Gods] I can find power and resources on my own. Has soft-spot for young children. Seemingly random behavior around adult beggars(from generous donations to a kick in the shin in no pattern). Will not anything to get what he wants, just most things. Does not consider himself a "bad-guy" in the slightest, just has few scruples.
Favorite Location in Sigil: Hall of Records.
Personality:
Efficient: wants to cut to the heart of the matter, resolving it as quickly as possible.
Egotistical: wants to be flattered.
Guarded: will do anything to avoid seeming weak or vulnerable.
~Jaded: has seen and done it all and thinks the PCs problems are nothing new to him.
Shifty: has done something terrible, and the more innocent she tries to appear, the more guilty she seems.
Smug: believes he's clearly the best at what he does.
~Territorial: doesn't want the PCs getting too close to his Spellbook.
Additional Information:
Gear: Fine, but un-enchanted, Wizard-ly robes. Recently repaired damage[no stitches, typical of Mend spell)]
Habits/hobbies: Reading, note-taking.
General Health: Prime of his [Drow] Youth. though otherwise typical health for a career wizard(not especially strong and hearty)
Favorite Drink: Fine wine when on break. Otherwise[adventuring] water.
Weaknesses:
-Dark Secret, You have some sort of secret that, if revealed, would make you an outcast amongst your society and companions.
-Obsessed, has just enough silver to eat(a little moref or Qualm, see below). Everything else is poured into restoring spellbook and finding the "perfect spell." but refuses to allude to what that spell does.
-Overconfident, nothing can stop him, just as soon as he can get 'just the right spell.'
-Qualm, will not go against children. Especially homeless street rats. Will go out of his way to donate/aid/help them. Spends more money on beggar children per week than own food[see Obsessed, above].
-Scheming, always obsessed with the 'big picture' and will not share whole vision with others. "They wouldn't understand." Linked to Obsessed, in some way [will not mention here].
Horatio
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*peaceofmind98
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[OOC: as this i the villain in a story I am writing for a DnD campaign, I made sure to stick to the rules in developing his powers from before entering Sigil. The powers he aludes too are presented in various 3rd ed books (some Faerun), but as it is all in my own world setting I am trying to find my own terminology for such things, until then I will only allude to the totality of what Horatio is capapble of. That and there is no 'equivalent' in NWN to any of these so there is no reason to ask anything of the DMs and otherwise Horatio will be a 'normal' mage IC. He can still brood about the past though. I can still hold-back some things for you to discover IC if they ever come up...]
IT does not matter if the pocket dimension was ever real now. Teleport without error should have taken me there. I made him reveal with his own mind what the emtpy-place should have looked like. I casted the necessary boost to make it imopssible to have a mishap... and here I am. It does not matter whether or not it was real though. For I am here instead.
What matters is rebuilding my spellbook to where it once was. With all the other Primers walking around, I'm sure I can find spells normally unavailalbe on Giae. That and a return of my spells will give me the edge I need to come down on Elhoilien for sending me to the wrong place.
He must be laughing at me now, with the test subject trapped in my own body, it will probably beomce a tool for El to wrak havoc on my standings in the city. The jokes on him though, I carry the only keys to unlock my enchantments upon the manse, no matter the body I am in. Mosy keys are related to the body or physical tokens carried on their person. But one of my other subjects told me what I needed to link th enchantments to my soul. Normally it would be bad to link one's soul like that to a place, but as I have not died for a good long time, it will not matter.
Though since the magic jar link is broken, so to is it to my manse. If the first 'links-up' upon my return, the second should follow. Otherwise, no one else will be able to link with the enchantments or the focus, for I have the passcodes myself. And without either my soul or my body, El will never beable to cast his full compliment of spells in my residence. Even though it was his information that helped my build the whole device, I was smart in keeping him out of the links or he could be using it right now.
A persistent enough person may reach my spellbooks as well, if I am gone long enough. But hopefully I can get back before that happens. Hopefully. I cannot depend on hope and dream.The god of knowledge, Roberto, would know of it, but if he would share it with any of his owrshippers, he would have at this point. It's been over two hundred years since the Young Gods ascended. Someone might have, but I highly doubt it. Elena governs undeath and would be loathe to anyone finding other ways of eternal life. So in a way my-former-friends-now-gods are keeping my secret from others for me.
El will probably not worry about it anyway, as an elf he has many years left in his own time. And as I am in a Drow body(a young one at that) I have much time myself. So as long as I can find a way back in more ways than one, then I can return before El messes around with my city any more. Even chaos has rules that govern it, even the rules that say 'ignore these rules.' I will find them and find a portal that takse me back home. Even if I'm at the other end of the continent I cna make my way back. I just need to figure out the time.
Time, thats something I may have a lot of these days. As long as I can puzzle out Sigil in that time. But my spellbook is being neglected at this time so I should really go back to transibing that scroll in now.
IT does not matter if the pocket dimension was ever real now. Teleport without error should have taken me there. I made him reveal with his own mind what the emtpy-place should have looked like. I casted the necessary boost to make it imopssible to have a mishap... and here I am. It does not matter whether or not it was real though. For I am here instead.
What matters is rebuilding my spellbook to where it once was. With all the other Primers walking around, I'm sure I can find spells normally unavailalbe on Giae. That and a return of my spells will give me the edge I need to come down on Elhoilien for sending me to the wrong place.
He must be laughing at me now, with the test subject trapped in my own body, it will probably beomce a tool for El to wrak havoc on my standings in the city. The jokes on him though, I carry the only keys to unlock my enchantments upon the manse, no matter the body I am in. Mosy keys are related to the body or physical tokens carried on their person. But one of my other subjects told me what I needed to link th enchantments to my soul. Normally it would be bad to link one's soul like that to a place, but as I have not died for a good long time, it will not matter.
Though since the magic jar link is broken, so to is it to my manse. If the first 'links-up' upon my return, the second should follow. Otherwise, no one else will be able to link with the enchantments or the focus, for I have the passcodes myself. And without either my soul or my body, El will never beable to cast his full compliment of spells in my residence. Even though it was his information that helped my build the whole device, I was smart in keeping him out of the links or he could be using it right now.
A persistent enough person may reach my spellbooks as well, if I am gone long enough. But hopefully I can get back before that happens. Hopefully. I cannot depend on hope and dream.The god of knowledge, Roberto, would know of it, but if he would share it with any of his owrshippers, he would have at this point. It's been over two hundred years since the Young Gods ascended. Someone might have, but I highly doubt it. Elena governs undeath and would be loathe to anyone finding other ways of eternal life. So in a way my-former-friends-now-gods are keeping my secret from others for me.
El will probably not worry about it anyway, as an elf he has many years left in his own time. And as I am in a Drow body(a young one at that) I have much time myself. So as long as I can find a way back in more ways than one, then I can return before El messes around with my city any more. Even chaos has rules that govern it, even the rules that say 'ignore these rules.' I will find them and find a portal that takse me back home. Even if I'm at the other end of the continent I cna make my way back. I just need to figure out the time.
Time, thats something I may have a lot of these days. As long as I can puzzle out Sigil in that time. But my spellbook is being neglected at this time so I should really go back to transibing that scroll in now.
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*peaceofmind98
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Horatio stirred again at night. He was still not used to sleeping during the day and slept at night most times like he used to. Braving the sunlight with watery eyes to not forget the downside to his "perfect plan" that had landed him in Sigil.
He woke-up in a cold sweat, remembering a dream.
Faces, people, things, places, words they spun around in his head. Familiar words and some un. Familiar sights and people he had never seen before. It was like someone was trying to tell him something.
He looked around the darkness, surprised by the outline of objects in his room. He missed waking up in complete darkness, light filtering in the window of stars. Everything was clear and colorless to him now.
Recalling his dream, he was confused. since arriving he had been locked from his divine power, piddly as it was to his arcane. Yet his inspiring dreams were back, he tried making the images clearer rather than dwell on his abandonned priestly powers.
Everything was murky, yet more vivid than normal dreams. His normal ones were more rigid and ordered. Tonight was a chaotic mess, something to puzzle out for later.
He cast a light spell rather than light the lamp and wrote what he could remember in his journal, written in his personal cipher.
The following preceeded it:
It seems that my old life is forsaken. I am as yet unable to divine the proper procedures and variables needed to calculate the time vectors. I myself am running out of time. Time does not flow in a straight line, it forms a web of intricate possibilities and one strand appears as many. It IS many, but any given One is only connected to so many others. When the timeline runs out my chance to return will be gone and it would take a library of prophecy, from a land i cannot return to, to find the due date.
I need a crystal ball and more summoning spells. I am atleast pleased to have found a place for privacy where i will not be bothered much. But I am afraid to go back to all of my old research. There are too many undesirables that may mess-up my plans, as well as moral ones that would try to stop me.
They would never understand. some would think the paranoia and privacy is to something dastard for Sigil, it is not. But most would not understand and the rest would steal it from me. The Eyrines that gave me the final clue thought to get my soul, she only gained banishment and my soul is promised to another in any case.
Or it was, I hope I do not find final death here. I have not so far. I dont want to find out what happens the hard way.
I dearly want my old body back, but this comes back to me wanting to return home, needing it. More spells, more power. Always more. It is getting on my nerves. It was never enough here, or at home. Atleast people are not beating down my door for this requisition or that arbitration. It is freeing to not have nearly as many responsibilities. Though my calculations are taking up more time than ever. I think I was used to the responsibilities of home. My problems were mostly solved, it was more managing. And that new spell, but there was nowhere near as much push with time with that one.
I will have to settle with my new job for now. Small things. they will turn into big things in time. Time for sleep.
He woke-up in a cold sweat, remembering a dream.
Faces, people, things, places, words they spun around in his head. Familiar words and some un. Familiar sights and people he had never seen before. It was like someone was trying to tell him something.
He looked around the darkness, surprised by the outline of objects in his room. He missed waking up in complete darkness, light filtering in the window of stars. Everything was clear and colorless to him now.
Recalling his dream, he was confused. since arriving he had been locked from his divine power, piddly as it was to his arcane. Yet his inspiring dreams were back, he tried making the images clearer rather than dwell on his abandonned priestly powers.
Everything was murky, yet more vivid than normal dreams. His normal ones were more rigid and ordered. Tonight was a chaotic mess, something to puzzle out for later.
He cast a light spell rather than light the lamp and wrote what he could remember in his journal, written in his personal cipher.
The following preceeded it:
It seems that my old life is forsaken. I am as yet unable to divine the proper procedures and variables needed to calculate the time vectors. I myself am running out of time. Time does not flow in a straight line, it forms a web of intricate possibilities and one strand appears as many. It IS many, but any given One is only connected to so many others. When the timeline runs out my chance to return will be gone and it would take a library of prophecy, from a land i cannot return to, to find the due date.
I need a crystal ball and more summoning spells. I am atleast pleased to have found a place for privacy where i will not be bothered much. But I am afraid to go back to all of my old research. There are too many undesirables that may mess-up my plans, as well as moral ones that would try to stop me.
They would never understand. some would think the paranoia and privacy is to something dastard for Sigil, it is not. But most would not understand and the rest would steal it from me. The Eyrines that gave me the final clue thought to get my soul, she only gained banishment and my soul is promised to another in any case.
Or it was, I hope I do not find final death here. I have not so far. I dont want to find out what happens the hard way.
I dearly want my old body back, but this comes back to me wanting to return home, needing it. More spells, more power. Always more. It is getting on my nerves. It was never enough here, or at home. Atleast people are not beating down my door for this requisition or that arbitration. It is freeing to not have nearly as many responsibilities. Though my calculations are taking up more time than ever. I think I was used to the responsibilities of home. My problems were mostly solved, it was more managing. And that new spell, but there was nowhere near as much push with time with that one.
I will have to settle with my new job for now. Small things. they will turn into big things in time. Time for sleep.