This week’s randomly rolled character is our gnome out of time. Being from either the past or the present and
then worshipping the Demon Lord left a lot of really interesting options open. Dying in
his youth added quite another layer to the evil little bugger as well. But as
always the question is what class to choose?
Average strength and low dexterity ruled out most martial
classes. A good intelligence means he could excel as an arcane caster and an
amazing charisma left a lot of the spontaneous caster options open. Eventually
I went with what was probably the most obvious choice, the Oracle of Time. It
just fit the bill in so many ways as did a 3PP curse I found called aged. At
level the character is venerable and gets all the requisite bonuses (+1 to all
mental stats for each of the three age groups middle aged, old and venerable),
but only takes negatives as if he were old aged (-1 to physicals stats for
middle aged, -2 for old aged). In total his stats will change -3 to strength,
dexterity, and constitution, as well as +3 to intelligence, wisdom and
charisma.
New Stat Block
Str: 7
Dex: 6
Con: 13
Int: 18
Wis: 15
Cha: 20
Jertzal
Halsipatheu
Time waits for no gnome, or so the saying goes. Jertzal
Halsipatheu was a gnome with nothing but time. Born in the Mivon in the River
Kingdoms he had all the freedom he could want and would live for years past the
age of any of the humans in the town. The Age of Enthronement was in full swing
and it would be only a little over three-hundred years until the Age of Glory,
and event he would be alive to see. And then he died.
In 4316 at the young age of forty-two, still yet to be
considered an adult by gnomish standards, terror befell Mivon. Records of the
event would go on to say that the inhabitants claimed they were attacked by the
trees and plants themselves. Rumors swirled of the dead rising from the Sellen
River and wizards who could call the moon from the sky. And in all of this
chaos and destruction, Jertzal died.
It wasn’t a true death however, and Jertzal awoke in the
familiar surroundings of the forest near Mivon. Mostly familiar that is,
because the trees were older and taller. The old oak where Jertzal would play
as a child was felled and naught but a stump. When he looked down at his own
hands he saw that they too were old and withered.
Jertzal returned home to Minvon and there it stood as it
always had, but it had also grown. None of the people seemed familiar. None of
the children playing in the streets could he remember laughing with. The town
had changed from a mix of races including gnome, elf, and halfling to being
mostly human, of a stock he did not recognize. This was definitely his home,
but it also wasn’t.
Holding out hope Jertzal went to find his parents, their
old cottage still stood, although it was now nestled among other small
dwellings. No one was home so he went to the shop where his father repaired
shoes. Still there, but hunched much more, his father sat working on a pair of
fine leather boots. His mother in her rocking chair in the corner watching her
husband work. Both of them ancient even for gnomes, and their formerly bright
colored hair bleached to a bone white.
His parents aged, the forest aged, Minvon aged, and he
aged. The weight of time came crashing down around Jertzal and it crushed him
with despair. When the well-dressed man, obviously a noble of some sort,
entered the shop and raged at his father over some imagined problem with his
shoes--that was the final straw. Jertzal burst in and almost threw himself at
the noblemen but the human was faster and drew steel. Jertzal reached out
touched the blade and upon it rust began to form. Just as everything else in
his life had, the blade aged and crumbled. Terrified the now venerable gnome
fled into the streets.
The world was one that Jertzal didn’t know. He felt ill
at ease except around other gnomes. His initial interaction with the new human
residents of Mivon left a bad taste in his mouth, for human especially.
Although gnome enclaves were few and far between, Jertzal managed to attach
himself to a mercenary group. From the leader of this group he learned much
about Golarion in its current age.
Jertzal’s visions of the time stream began to become more
frequent, punctuated with images of worms and decay. Even though Jertzal had an
aged body, he still had the mind of a gnome just entering adulthood. His fear
that he would die before his time, combine with research of the worm and decay
imagery led the not so young gnome to believe that some hoe the Demon Lord
Yhidothrus was involved. Oddly he wasn’t angered, but threw himself into the
Ravager Worm’s worship. If the Demon Lord had a plan for him, he would see it
through.
And there you have it: My version of our timeless, or out
of time, gnome. What would you have done with these stats? What class would you
have picked? Would he have been from the past or present? Why does he only feel
comfortable around gnomes?
Time waits for no gnome and no man, so too does time move
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