Felrrin MerrEn (Z)
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Chosen of Ioun
Class: Artificer Species: Rock Gnome Alignment: Chaotic Good Player: Billy Weapon: Shochraos Sho'vothar (Lightning Devourer) Need some new tech or to put holes in bad guys? Z's your gnome. Known Family: Orryn Merren (Grandfather [Deceased]) Jip (Construct [Out of Service]) Riardon Terim (Husband [Ex][Deceased]) Ara Ella Namfoodle Terim (God-Daughter) Rosi Oddbrew (Fiancé) Campaigns: The Chosen Family |
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Testing one two three. I think this thing is working. Greetings fellow adventurers and tinkerers alike! My name is Felrrin Merren. However, if you're clever enough to find this record then you can call me Z. Let's start at the beginning shall we.
I was a weird kid. I didn't fit in with the rest of my huge rock gnome family. While they lived to mine, I lived to tinker. My grandfather, Orryn, became my oasis in the desert. He was also a tinkerer; under his tutelage I developed my keen mind and learned to quiet the multitude of voices in my head that fought for dominance. Life was great. Until it wasn't.
Unbeknownst to me, my grandfather was working with two other individuals to create a magical artifact capable of finding weapons of power. One of the individuals working with my grandfather, Grayur Turen, modified the magical item to serve his own dark purposes. The dark purpose specifically being the ability to track down jewels that once all assembled, could bring about the dark dragon god, Tiamet. Grayur subsequently killed my grandfather leaving me alone in the world. Grief and revenge are amazing motivations. I set out into the world.
I met the members of my Chosen Family. A group of adventurers who set out to right wrongs and we soon realized we were much stronger together. I began to tinker with a new purpose. I created weapons and armor for the members of the party. I formed friendships and relationships, something I had never had before. That is why it's understandable when one of my friends died, I made a rash decision. In a moment of panic and distress, I promised my soul to the first god or goddess to help me. Ioun answered.
I'm hers now. Honestly, shes not so bad. I'm still the same fun-loving gnome I always was. Thanks to my adventures, I now have a boomstick that can rain destruction down on bad guys. I have a mechancial dragon that thinks hes a dog. I've got friends and family. I've got an airship captain for a fiance. I've got a magical set of gauntlets that can call forth lightning. I'm also a werewolf for scientific purposes.... but that's only two or three nights a month. Oh, and I have a goddess in my corner that wants me to summon her to this plane of existence or my life is forefeit. So you know... normal stuff.
Life is weird and complicated, and I'm not sure I'm ready for the darkness that is coming. However, I'm taking steps in the right direction. Besides, the biggest explosions can come from the most unsuspecting sources. Grayur won't know what hit him.
Testing one two three. I think this thing is working. Greetings fellow adventurers and tinkerers alike! My name is Felrrin Merren. However, if you're clever enough to find this record then you can call me Z. Let's start at the beginning shall we.
I was a weird kid. I didn't fit in with the rest of my huge rock gnome family. While they lived to mine, I lived to tinker. My grandfather, Orryn, became my oasis in the desert. He was also a tinkerer; under his tutelage I developed my keen mind and learned to quiet the multitude of voices in my head that fought for dominance. Life was great. Until it wasn't.
Unbeknownst to me, my grandfather was working with two other individuals to create a magical artifact capable of finding weapons of power. One of the individuals working with my grandfather, Grayur Turen, modified the magical item to serve his own dark purposes. The dark purpose specifically being the ability to track down jewels that once all assembled, could bring about the dark dragon god, Tiamet. Grayur subsequently killed my grandfather leaving me alone in the world. Grief and revenge are amazing motivations. I set out into the world.
I met the members of my Chosen Family. A group of adventurers who set out to right wrongs and we soon realized we were much stronger together. I began to tinker with a new purpose. I created weapons and armor for the members of the party. I formed friendships and relationships, something I had never had before. That is why it's understandable when one of my friends died, I made a rash decision. In a moment of panic and distress, I promised my soul to the first god or goddess to help me. Ioun answered.
I'm hers now. Honestly, shes not so bad. I'm still the same fun-loving gnome I always was. Thanks to my adventures, I now have a boomstick that can rain destruction down on bad guys. I have a mechancial dragon that thinks hes a dog. I've got friends and family. I've got an airship captain for a fiance. I've got a magical set of gauntlets that can call forth lightning. I'm also a werewolf for scientific purposes.... but that's only two or three nights a month. Oh, and I have a goddess in my corner that wants me to summon her to this plane of existence or my life is forefeit. So you know... normal stuff.
Life is weird and complicated, and I'm not sure I'm ready for the darkness that is coming. However, I'm taking steps in the right direction. Besides, the biggest explosions can come from the most unsuspecting sources. Grayur won't know what hit him.