Character Information
Name : Ebenezer E.B. Bachs
Race : Halfling
Background : Courtier
Class : Wizard (Abjuration)
Alignment : Chaotic Good
Description: Short with thick brown hair and deep chocolate-hued eyes. He often dresses immaculately, befitting his former station as a protege and messenger to a noble house. He usually carries a thick, leather-bound journal to keep a record of the spells he has studied, as well as a short oaken staff that has been carved depicting a scene of three bears and an owlbear, wreathed in flames. At the tip of the staff, as if the animals depicted in the carving were descending upon it, is a blue orb that functions as his arcane focus. Despite his apparent high society looks, however, he manages to keep a humble air about himself. A dichotomy possibly caused by the fact his feet are left unadorned, or because of his more... let's say rotund, nature, and friendly expressions. His shoulder, chest, and back are covered in a series of nasty scars that most don't get to see.
History:
For as long as he could remember, there was a hunger within him. Not just within his gut, but also in his chest. Food was often scarce for his family. Lonelywood was a town many went to avoid notice, despite the relative wealth of the rest of Ten Towns. Couple that with many a raid, life had not been easy. But E.B. and his mother had always survived, had always found a way. His father had been a hunter and the main provider of food for their meager house, but he had vanished ten years ago. Others said they heard tale of a black bear in the woods the town was named after. That was why he was here now. In the cold with nothing more than a spear. He had hoped to find his father, had hoped to avenge him if he was truly lost. He had not considered how he was going to find it.
Cold, hungry, and utterly alone. A good analogy for most of his life. A small, gloved hand touching the frozen bark of a tree, deep in its winter hibernation. He shouldn't have been out there, only twelve years old. His mother was already sick with worry for his father. Perhaps, he thought, he was only compounding upon that. His only hope was that he'd make it better by returning with his father, alive and well. It was with that determination that he pushed from the tree and strode deeper into the ever-darkening woods, lost in his own thoughts of how he had gotten to where he was now.
His thoughts, however, were interrupted by a deep, feral growl. He looked around, quickly, moving to take shelter near a tree. Dropping to one knee to make himself smaller than his already minuscule size. Then he saw it. The black bear he had heard about. Gripping his spear, he shifted, preparing to throw it, when a heavy weight suddenly struck him in the side. He was sent sailing from his cover, hitting the snow-covered ground, hard. He rolled to regain his stance, coming up on one knee to see what had hit him. Through blurry vision, however, he saw that the snow around him was now stained red. Several deep cuts in his abdomen were spilling blood. With a gasp, he then saw a second black bear lumber from behind his tree... then a third. Using his spear he pushed himself back to his feet as a fourth entity showed itself. A thick coat of brown fur and white feather, much larger than the three black bears, this creature was a pure monster. The body of a bear, the head and talons, of a massive owl.
Fear gripped his body as the beasts began to move toward him, he knew he'd need to act soon. Wondered if his father had fallen into a similar situation and died to these monsters. With a growl of his own, he lunged forward with his spear, at the owlbear. The creature lowered its head, and turned its shoulder, causing the weapon to glance off its thick hide, before it whipped its head back up, catching E.B. in the chest, sending him through the air once more. He hit the ground with a crunch, gasping for breath. He hurt all over, but he needed to move if he was to survive. He turned his body to make a grab for his spear again as one of the black bears came forward. He stabbed upward from his back, impaling the creature through the gut.
Unfortunately for him, that was not enough to end the creature, as it slid down his spear, clawing and biting at him. He fell backward beneath the onslaught as his spear cracked and splintered. Then a wave of warmth washed over him. This was surely it. He was doomed from the beginning, he mused as he fell to the ground. He expected to feel the weight of the bear that followed, but it never came. Neither did the feeling of the cold snow against his back. With a groan, he looked up to see a strange, shimmering sphere had surrounded him, pushing the bear off of him. The broken spear in his bloodied hand. It took him a moment to realize he was being held by someone who was talking to him.
" It'll be alright, I got you kid... " his eyes moved toward the figure in his elegant robes and cloak, a staff in his free hand. Blue energy wrapped around the figure's staff as a muffled scratching reached his ears. As he focused his vision on what was in front of him, the black bears and their owlbear companion were slamming and clawing, biting and pushing, against the sphere the man had created. E.B. stared in a mixture of fear and awe as the man slammed his staff into the ground beside him, causing a rush of wind in the enclosed sphere. Then, E.B. felt the cold chill of the Icewind Dale wind... The man still holding him, but he quickly realized he was no longer in the sphere, but rather, the pair were now behind the animals. With an utterance of some ancient language upon his lips, the man thrust the staff toward the beasts and released a small red bead of energy that exploded upon impact with the back of the owlbear's head. E.B. felt the blast of heat from the resulting explosion that completely engulfed the beasts. The man remained, unflinching in the face of such a spectacle.
" Wow.... " E.B. managed weakly, before everything faded to black.
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He was out for a few days, the man, a wizard by the name of Anton Freye, had taken him home and paid a doctor to tend to his grievious wounds. Anton had been investigating the local animal problem, himself as sightings didn't add up to the actual nature of a standard black bear. The owlbear had come across the other beasts, the bears would hunt and bring food, and the owlbear would protect them from more dangerous creatures. The wizard had found the body of E.B.'s father, proving his worst fears right. He would have joined him if Anton hadn't have found him when he did.
The young wizard even called E.B. punctual, for managing to get in danger and wake up, at just the right moment. Because he was planning on leaving to make sure the woods had some semblance of safety.
" Take me with you... " his tiny voice reached Anton's ears, who paused, looking toward the sleeping figure that sat nearby. An older, halfling woman. His mother.
" I have plenty of liabilities of my own, I don't need you adding to it, kid... besides, hasn't she lost enough for one day? " his words stung him. He knew his pain wasn't something he was suffering alone. " Besides, you can barely use a spear let alone the broken one you now have, and you're not magically adept, what use would you be in the field? " the sadness the young boy was feeling was soon replaced with anger at his words.
" Where did your powers come from? Were you born with them?" he asked. Anton chuckled at the vitriol that had spilled forth.
" No, I learned it... and maybe you could to, but it requires patience, coming with me won't be a surefire way of learning everything... that same spirit and drive that made you think you could take on some bears and an abomination? That's what it'll take..." he paused before turning back toward the door. " Stay with your mother, kid... if not, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. I'll send you some books or something... " he added, before he just walked out the door. E.B. tried to get up and follow, but the pain kept him where he was. A pain that would one day turn to scars.
He had to admit that Anton was right. He was glad he had stayed home and had been there at his mother's side when she finally passed. He had tried so very hard to provide for them, but in the end, her age, coupled with grief, cold, and hunger, ended only in tragedy. Still, he wouldn't have traded what time he had with her, for the world. If that was one lesson that Anton had wanted for him, then mission accomplished. As promised, he had been receiving packages with books in them for the past four years on the subject of magical principle, and the various schools. His mind often flitting back to the sphere he had encased them in. Apparently, it was a far more complex spell than he could understand. But the school of Abjuration appealed to him in a big way. A study of protective magics that could prevent harm from falling upon people. Far more useful than that impressive fireball.
Two weeks ago, however, had been drastically different. It was as if Anton knew what had happened with his mother. He had sent him some gold, and a blue sapphire that had been cut into a perfect sphere. Enough to book passage on a caravan heading out of Icewind Dale, heading south along the Sword Coast to Waterdeep. He had hoped to meet with the Blackstaff but was not allowed anywhere near the tower. He then tried to gain admittance into a university, but he lacked the proper credentials they wanted. That was how he wound up where he was now. Laying on his back in the street, having tried to grab the bars of the gate of one such university. It had a sudden, magical, reaction to that. He used his staff, fashioned from his broken spear, carved and intricate with the blue sphere seated at its apex, to force himself to his feet, pausing as he heard a fit of laughter to his side.
He turned to take in the sight of a young woman with slightly pointed ears, long golden hair, and eyes of the deepest blue. Her gown and the man beside her holding an umbrella for her had E.B. scrambling to stand straighter. She was a noble! Though he noticed the laugh lines that carved small nooks into the corner of her lips and eyes. Most nobles lacked those like they refused to laugh to avoid such wrinkles, but she didn't care.
" I was told I'd find a stubborn little man around here, " she said. " Come, let's get you out of the rain, " she offered, motioning toward the carriage she had her man park nearby.
" Forgive me for being wary, but who are you? " he asked. She paused as if considering his words, before giving him a curtsy.
"Lady Amyra, a pleasure to meet you Ebenezer Bachs, yes, I know all about you... These schools aren't worth your time, I have a few jobs that could use your personal touch... and in exchange, aside from a fair wage, I can teach you more to get you started... then we can see about sponsoring you, " she added. E.B. knew better than to look Auril in the mouth... so he followed her. He'd soon learn she was Lady Amyra of House Freye. The daughter of one Anton Freye. She'd make good on her promise, giving him many a lesson in the basic uses of magic as well as how to keep himself presentable at all times, how to act in court among other nobles, and the process of messages. He was more than happy to be known as a courtier of House Freye.
"You want to protect people. A noble pursuit, but you won't be able to protect anyone until you learn how to do more than just a few cantrips, but alas, I can only teach you so much..." Amyra told him, a part of him didn't like how this was sounding so much like goodbye. He opened his mouth to say something, but Amyra lifted a hand... there was a deafening roar of silence.. she still had spells he didn't know. "That is why I spoke to my father, and he, in turn, has spoken to some of his old colleagues, the price of admittance is a small price to pay for one such as you... you've proven loyal and courageous in your duties to me, and you've proven compassionate when the need arises. House Freye still has want of you, but... you are not beholden to my house, Ebenezer Bach, but the offer will always remain," she waved her hand again and the silence spell faded. E.B. stared at her for a long, long time.
"Was this the plan from the beginning?" he asked. She smiled, it was never a cruel thing, always warm, inviting. He had to admit he could easily fall in love with this woman, many had... but there was a cause she was fighting for, that was her only true love.
"You mean showing you the harshness of the schools on the Prime Material Plane? Lifting you up? Testing you every day to see if you were the type of man we wanted? Paying for your tuition to ensure you had the skills needed to deal with the threats this house will one day face? Yes... my father saving your life? No, he hadn't planned on ever meeting you... the plan was formed after you woke, your determination, your drive... The world is always going to tear itself apart. Strong allies who are at our sides willingly are needed to combat this... but you wanted, so badly, to go to school, now is your chance-"
"Yes... I'm..." E.B. paused, "I am honored to have passed your tests, Lady Amyra, and look forward to all that means... I may leave to attend this school, but I'm here for the long run," he said. Her face brightened immediately, clapping her hands together.
"Wonderful! Get packed, we'll leave for Strixhaven at once..." she said happily.
Character Build Rolls Starting Stats:[/B] STR 7(-2) | DEX 16 (+3) | CON 15(+2) | INT 14(+2) | WIS 12(+1) | CHA 12(+1)
Level Source Feature 1 Halfling Dexterity Increases +2 1 Halfling Speed : 25 1 Halfling Language : Common, Halfling 1 Halfling Lucky : When you roll a 1 on an attack roll, ability check, or saving throw, you can reroll the die. You must use the new result, even if it is a 1. 1 Halfling Nimble : You can move through the space of any creature that is of a size larger than yours. 1 Halfling Brave: You have advantage on saving throws against being frightened. 1 Stout Halfling Constitution Increases +1 1 Stout Halfling Stout Resilience : You have advantage on saving throws against poison, and you have resistance to poison damage. 1 Courtier Skill Proficiencies : Insight, Persuasion 1 Courtier Languages : Elvish, Dwarven 1 Courtier Equipment A set of fine clothes and a pouch containing 5gp 1 Courtier Feature : Your knowledge of how bureaucracies function lets you gain access to the records and inner workings of any noble court or government you encounter. You know who the movers and shakers are, whom to go to for the favors you seek, and what the current intrigues of interest in the group are. Court Functionary 1 Wizard Spellcasting 1 Wizard Cantrips Known: 3 (Blade Ward, Fire Bolt, Presidigitation ) 1 Wizard Spells Known: 6 (Magic Missile, Alarm, Shield, Mage Armor, Feather Fall, Detect Magic ) 1 Wizard Spells Able to Prepare : 3 1 Wizard Spell Slots: 1st - 2 1 Wizard Arcane Recovery 1 Wizard Hit Points : +6 HP (MAX) + Con Modifier 1 Wizard Armor Prof : None 1 Wizard Weapon Prof : Daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows 1 Wizard Save : Intelligence, Wisdom 1 Wizard Skills : Arcana, Investigation
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