D&D campaign scenes

Edarin Amakiir ~ A Backstory

This is a break away from the previous party and world of Errich, Salazar, Thorin, Aramil and Xar. Although this is still certainly the Forgotten Realms, we're not going to be seeing any of them because this is a different party.

Foxglove growled uncomfortably as she watched him dart across the small tower room eagerly. She was uneasy and shuffled her wings on her back, unable to stay still on the tripod she had chosen for her perch.

"Oh, quiet!" He snapped at her, clicking his fingers in the pseudodragon's' direction. "Nothing's going to go wrong.

Foxglove bowed her blue head, tail twitching. Of course, he never listened. You'd think, with those big ears dangling on his head, that he'd be able to hear her reasoning but no avail, apparently. She sighed and watched as he danced from one side of the room to the other, dropping the leaves, herbs and various items into the black pot that sat before her. Foxglove sniffed tentatively and spat instantly, flapping up and away.

"I told you to be quiet!" He ordered instantly and Foxglove landed quickly on his shoulder. She growled again in her master's' ear and he finally seemed to hear his familiar's' worries.

"Look," He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you hate potion-making, but this will secure me a position at the Guild Master's' side. And, when I'm there, I'll be one step away from being in charge. Can't you calm down, Foxy?"

His name was Edarin, and he was a Sun Elf, complete with sheer arrogance. He was rude, inflated and egotistical but he hadn't always been. He was just too damn smart and he was exploiting that. And it didn't do him any harm when he started to weasel in some of that magic.

With anyone else, Foxglove would have abandoned them the moment their pride got in the way of their sense but something was keeping her there. Maybe she still remembered the sweeter, caring elf underneath this power-hungry man. And she wanted to bring him back.

Edarin held his own arm steady as he paused excitedly above the crimson, bubbling liquid. Then, the final ingredient was dropped in. Both he and Foxglove held their breath as they stared into the water. There was silence. The water began to still and cool. Edarin began to squeal uncontrollably, putting down the ingredient before dancing around the tower room, laughing in relief.

"It worked! It worked!" He cried. Then, the excitement faded and Foxglove watched in dismay as a twisted, prideful, confident smirk twisted over his joyful expression. "Of course it did."

~*~

Edarin was envied.

He was handsome, attractive and charming. He was strong, fast and witty. Young, starstruck villagers of the town said he was built in the vision of the Gods; stunned, older residents claimed him to be a genius and that he could answer practically every question; his coworkers swore that he was a bastard son of a bitch. 

Not only had he rose through the Alchemist's' Guild too quickly, but he swooned the officials and they gifted him a young, blue pseudodragon just for getting promotted. And everyone below him hated him for it. They didn't like how he was allowed to boss them around within only a few years of being welcomed. They wanted him gone. But they couldn't do that without reason.

Then one of them, his most vengeful hater, saw some... criminalising things.

If there was one thing the Alchemist's' Guild was against, it was enchanters. The Guild Master hated them with a passion for their ways were, 'unethical'. Not that Edarin had ever cared. He used his genius mind to learn the way of the enchanters and magically charmed his customers. That's how he got found out.