Friday, September 19, 2014

Graceela Silvershaper


Graceela Silvershaper was born in a place much different from Absalom. About as different as a place can be on this plane of existence, truly. She was born in an underground home to gnomish magical tinkerers in the countryside of Andoran. As such, she has been practicing the arcane arts for quite some time now. It was always said of her family that someone must have primal roots, considering the familial penchant for the arcane arts. This is, in fact, true. Somewhere in her bloodline, one of Graceela's ancestors found themselves enamored of a fire elemental, and its arcane powers still course through her family tree, manifesting themselves in some generations of her family. 

In fact, she herself discovered this one day while out with her father. They were exploring territory close to home after a torrential rain, when suddenly a great owlbear appeared before them, driven from its home by the rising waters. Calmly, her father muttered a few ancient-sounding words and raised his hands. With a flick of his wrist, a great cone of fire erupted from his hands, scorching the feathers of the owlbear and sending it screeching into the woods from whence it came. Ever since that day, Graceela promised herself she would learn to control the strength living within her blood.

As a gnome, her  propensity for wanderlust, deep curiosity, and desire to master odd or esoteric skills and languages made her a natural adventurer. Without realizing it, as she grew older she found herself ranging farther and farther from her home, until one day she ended up at a small harbor town on the Inner Sea. Here, she saw all manner of people coming and going on boats out across a seemingly never-ending sea, and in the taverns she heard tell of a city at the Center of the World, the city of Absalom.

There would truly be someone there that might be able to assist her in understanding her magic abilities, she thought, and boarded a ship headed to the city.

In Absalom, her naturally curious nature led her to the Pathfinder Society's Grand Lodge. Because of her youthful gnomish appearance, her love of gamesmanship, and emotional volatility, members of the society took her as a youth, and enrolled her in the Pathfinder Society's Youth Chapter of Heroic Explorers upon learning of her thirst for adventure. She decided to go along with it. She liked the young humans better anyway -- they were less dreadfully serious and boring, and could follow her fun tales and silly rhymes.

No comments:

Post a Comment