Boreas Etnix

The man with a heart of cold.

Description:

Scores

  • STR – 08 (-1)
  • DEX – 14 (+2)
  • CON – 10 (+0)
  • INT – 18 (+4)
  • WIS – 12 (+1)
  • CHA – 16 (+3)

Stats

  • HP: 11
  • Mv: 6
  • In: +2
  • AC: 18
  • TC: 12
  • FF: 16
  • FT: +3
  • RF: +2
  • WL: +4
  • BAB: +1

Feats

  • L1: Energy Substitution: Cold
  • B1: Skill Focus: Use Magic Device
  • C2: Scribe Scroll

Traits

  • Dangerously Curious

Languages

  • R1: Common
  • B1: Abyssal
  • B1: Celestial
  • B1: Infernal
  • B1: Draconic
  • S1: Aklo
  • S2: Undercommon

Abilities

  • Elbow Grease
  • Jack of All Trades
  • Weird Science
  • Item Creation

Skills

  • Appraise +8
  • Craft: Alchemy +11
  • Craft: Armorsmithing +11
  • Craft: Calligraphy +11
  • Craft: Sculptures +11
  • Craft: Weaponsmithing +11
  • Disable Device +6
  • Knowledge: Arcana +9
  • Knowledge: Engineering +9
  • Linguistics +9
  • Perception +6
  • Spellcraft +9
  • Use Magic Device +12

Weird Science (5/day)

Wrist-Mounted Atomizing Hoarfrost Generator
  • Entangle (480’ range / 40’ radius / 2 minutes / Reflex 15 / Difficult Terrain / Entangled)
Wrist-Mounted Systematic Frost Driver
  • Magic Missile (120’ range / 1d4+1 Cold)

Possessions

  • Anvil
  • Artisan’s Tools, Masterwork
  • Black Mold Sample
  • Chain Shirt
  • Scroll of Burning Hands x2 (CL2)
  • Scroll of Dimension Door (CL2)
  • Scroll of Ice Storm (CL2)
  • Scroll of Invisibility, Greater (CL2)
  • Scroll of Shocking Grasp x2 (CL2)
  • Scroll of Slow x2 (CL2)
  • Scroll Organizer
  • Shield, Heavy Wooden
  • Shanty – Et-Nix Knick-Knacks
  • Wrench (Mace, Heavy)
  • Wrist-Mounted Atomizing Hoarfrost Generator
  • Wrist-Mounted Systematic Frost Driver
Bio:

There are those who build and there are those who create – enter Boreas.

From a young age, the mechanical wunderkind was always quick to find a solution. His poor upbringing garnered ingenuity to create his own answers to the problems the world threw at him. Seeking to better the lives of his two parents and younger sister, his days were spent working at a forge and his nights were spent working on their decrepit home.

When he was 15, however, the painful lesson of impermanence came striking down as a violent thundersnow thrashed through his hometown just a few days into the wintery season. The strength of the winds throttled even the robust walls of the forge as Etnix continued to work through the tempest. Hours later when the storm had subsided, he followed by reflex the snow-covered path to his home near the outskirts of town. It was there he found a singed pile of debris where once stood his home and three familiar bodies. Calculating with a cool head, he imagined the scenario all too clearly in his head. An unrighteous bolt strikes the back of the house. The support beams within the walls, still dry, burn fastest. The roof collapses. The family dies.

He returned to the forge where he laid awake for hours. Well into the night and still unable to sleep, he wandered back to the wreckage of his home where he sifted through the snow underneath the cover of flakes still falling from the sky. It was there he found his father’s toolkit – a small metal box warped from years of use and encased in a frigid layer of ice. Working to break away the unforgiving frost, he noted how difficult it was to free it from the frozen layer that encased the metal.

If only they had all been so lucky, maybe they would still have a chance. Preservation… By any means.

Lost in his thoughts, his hands had become numb with cold such that he paid no mind to the blood creeping from the cracks his his skin as he chipped away the last bit of ice from the kit. With a clear, ringing echo, the clasp flipped up and the kit was open. A note had been left inside on a slightly crumpled parchment upon which was scattered a number soot-based fingerprints.

To my son, Boreas.
When you were a child, I could offer you no toys. Instead, you satiated yourself with this old mason’s work. You quickly learned all that I could teach and were always content with your lot. Though you have used them for years, and used them well, I give them to you today. On this anniversary of your birth, know that I cannot be more proud of you. You are more than the cornerstone of this household – you are the brilliant gem unearthed from it. You will surely carve your own way in this world.

Clumsily carved into the top of the lid was a messaged scrawled so jagged and angular that it couldn’t have been a more pleasing style of writing to a craftsman well-versed in structural sensibilities.

ÆTERNAL ETNIX EX NIHILO

In the next few months, Boreas’ personal studies took him far beyond the realm of mundane machinations and landed him in the nearby outskirts of Falcon’s Hollow where he became learned in the application of darkwood, adding to his repertoire of stone from his father and metal from his craft. A full eight years later, he owns his own crafts shop, “Et-Nix Knick Knacks,” and works closely with the local general store owned by Brickasnurd Hildrinsocks with whom he manufactures alchemical concoctions.

Boreas Etnix

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