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Pathfinder - Iron Gods adventure path
Sorcerer (Crossblooded - Arcane/Impossible Bloodline)
♫ Clockwork Maestro ♬
Familiar: Emaille/'Emy' (thrush)
Height: 1,81m
Bday: March 28
Despite his vast and neverending intellectual curiosity, Phidell has always been an artist at heart, driven by an undying desire to discover and create.
Son to clockmaker Lyonn von Valse in the City at the Center of the World, Phidell always had an appreciation for the craft of his father. But much more than mere clocks, he adored the perfect rhythm of timepieces and metronoms, the beautiful accuracy of orreries, and more expressive creations, from music boxes to automatons - little art pieces moving seemingly on their own just through the careful application of a few gears and spiral springs - dreaming of one day building a whole orchestra playing beautiful compositions.
He always emphatized with Shelyn’s love for artistry, though he found that many of her followers didn’t quite seem to share his appreciation for the beauty of clockwork and engineering.
When a little songbird strayed into their family workshop, the young Phidell took it as a sign. A little muse for his craft. The thrush unfortunately got hurt in the room packed with tools and machinery, but Phidell managed to nurse it back to health and the little bird, now sadly incapable of flight, became his new companion and best friend. He often spent his days, trying to weave proper songs from the bird’s chirps, or just explained the issues and hurdles of his current project to the bird in hopes of inspiration for how to solve the problem.
He didn’t question at all when one day the bird talked back at him, but instead embraced it with absolute delight.
That he managed to get a scholarship for one of the city’s universities was a moment of joy and pride. A local noble discovered the young prodigy’s musical and arcane abilities and thought it worthy of support.
While Phidell was delighted by the abundance on knowledge, he soon found the books and classrooms too restricting and stifling, often skipping classes and studying in favor of meddling with some new invention or reading up on some new topic that caught his attention.
When one day he read up more on the Bronze Lady and her center of worship in the distant Numeria, in a town he visited with his father long ago, though hardly remembers, his interest was sparked. Impulsive as he is, he decided to pack up his things and head out on the long journey to Numeria the very next day.
His plan seemed fairly straight-foward, to catch a boat across the Inner Sea towards Taldor and then just travel along the Sellen River. Naive and starry-eyed, he trusted and paid whoever promised him to take him part of the way towards his destiny. He didn’t see much reason not to.
And so he was quite heart-broken when one of the caravans just took off during the night with most of his belongings and left him stranded at the riverbank with what few goods he still had on his person.
He didn’t let that deter him though. Offering musical services to whoever would have him, he managed to continue his journey until he met a traveling merchant from Numeria who accompanied him the rest of the way to Torch.
Sorcerer (Crossblooded - Arcane/Impossible Bloodline)
♫ Clockwork Maestro ♬
Familiar: Emaille/'Emy' (thrush)
Height: 1,81m
Bday: March 28
Despite his vast and neverending intellectual curiosity, Phidell has always been an artist at heart, driven by an undying desire to discover and create.
Son to clockmaker Lyonn von Valse in the City at the Center of the World, Phidell always had an appreciation for the craft of his father. But much more than mere clocks, he adored the perfect rhythm of timepieces and metronoms, the beautiful accuracy of orreries, and more expressive creations, from music boxes to automatons - little art pieces moving seemingly on their own just through the careful application of a few gears and spiral springs - dreaming of one day building a whole orchestra playing beautiful compositions.
He always emphatized with Shelyn’s love for artistry, though he found that many of her followers didn’t quite seem to share his appreciation for the beauty of clockwork and engineering.
When a little songbird strayed into their family workshop, the young Phidell took it as a sign. A little muse for his craft. The thrush unfortunately got hurt in the room packed with tools and machinery, but Phidell managed to nurse it back to health and the little bird, now sadly incapable of flight, became his new companion and best friend. He often spent his days, trying to weave proper songs from the bird’s chirps, or just explained the issues and hurdles of his current project to the bird in hopes of inspiration for how to solve the problem.
He didn’t question at all when one day the bird talked back at him, but instead embraced it with absolute delight.
That he managed to get a scholarship for one of the city’s universities was a moment of joy and pride. A local noble discovered the young prodigy’s musical and arcane abilities and thought it worthy of support.
While Phidell was delighted by the abundance on knowledge, he soon found the books and classrooms too restricting and stifling, often skipping classes and studying in favor of meddling with some new invention or reading up on some new topic that caught his attention.
When one day he read up more on the Bronze Lady and her center of worship in the distant Numeria, in a town he visited with his father long ago, though hardly remembers, his interest was sparked. Impulsive as he is, he decided to pack up his things and head out on the long journey to Numeria the very next day.
His plan seemed fairly straight-foward, to catch a boat across the Inner Sea towards Taldor and then just travel along the Sellen River. Naive and starry-eyed, he trusted and paid whoever promised him to take him part of the way towards his destiny. He didn’t see much reason not to.
And so he was quite heart-broken when one of the caravans just took off during the night with most of his belongings and left him stranded at the riverbank with what few goods he still had on his person.
He didn’t let that deter him though. Offering musical services to whoever would have him, he managed to continue his journey until he met a traveling merchant from Numeria who accompanied him the rest of the way to Torch.
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