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This did not last long however. The Bellum would fall. Now known as Caiburne the Crazy, he was thrust into slavery--karma for the poor treatment of those witches--and the skull went with him. They both found themselves on the Sunderia and the continual change of events only broke his mind further. The skull was taken from him, the one thing that seemingly helped to keep his sanity, and was locked up amongst magic-nulling crates in the cargo hold of the ship. Time passed and the boat found its way to Cenril’s shores. The boat was destroyed by Lionel O’Connor and the now Captain Brand of the Tranquility, the ship’s captain Eileen meeting her fiery end. Throughout the ship’s entire voyage, it tried to call out for a new owner, finding one in Callum Rochester… but Cal wouldn’t hear it. The slaves all survived, as did Caiburne, and -he- was reunited with the skull once more.  
 
This did not last long however. The Bellum would fall. Now known as Caiburne the Crazy, he was thrust into slavery--karma for the poor treatment of those witches--and the skull went with him. They both found themselves on the Sunderia and the continual change of events only broke his mind further. The skull was taken from him, the one thing that seemingly helped to keep his sanity, and was locked up amongst magic-nulling crates in the cargo hold of the ship. Time passed and the boat found its way to Cenril’s shores. The boat was destroyed by Lionel O’Connor and the now Captain Brand of the Tranquility, the ship’s captain Eileen meeting her fiery end. Throughout the ship’s entire voyage, it tried to call out for a new owner, finding one in Callum Rochester… but Cal wouldn’t hear it. The slaves all survived, as did Caiburne, and -he- was reunited with the skull once more.  
 
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The alchemist took his treasure, and others that had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and made his way to Rynvale where he’s been as an apothecary ever since. The Rynvale inhabitants found him eccentric at most, what with having been in a terrible shipwreck and taking up residence in the Fog Forest, so near to Gamorg. His tales of woe were so very heartbreaking: he was an upstanding alchemist that was a friend to all! No one, of course, suspected that he murdered the former apothecary and took his job, using that very skull and its druidic powers. Not Caiburne! He’s too nice! Too silly! No, no. Caiburne is to be trusted and that skull? Just trinkets from home. A home that was now gone thanks to that damned Lionel O'Connor. Some prince he is. Hrmph.   
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The alchemist took his treasure, and others that had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and made his way to Rynvale where he’s been as an apothecary ever since. The Rynvale inhabitants found him eccentric at most, what with having been in a terrible shipwreck and taking up residence in the Fog Forest, so near to Gamorg. His tales of woe were so very heartbreaking: he was an upstanding alchemist that was a friend to all! No one, of course, suspected that he murdered the former apothecary and took his job, using that very skull and its druidic powers. Not Caiburne! He’s too nice! Too silly! No, no. Caiburne is to be trusted. And that skull? Just a trinket from home. A home that was now gone thanks to that damned Lionel O'Connor. Some prince he is. Hrmph.   
 
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If only they’d understood his work, maybe he could’ve ''saved them all''...</div>
 
If only they’d understood his work, maybe he could’ve ''saved them all''...</div>

Latest revision as of 06:03, 26 June 2020

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Name: Callum 'Cal' Erikk Rochester
Age: 28
Race: Lycan Human (Catalian)
Class: Herb Witch/Storm Mage/Arcane Healer
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Hair: Jet Black
Skin: Olive-tinted
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 145lbs
Alignment: Whatever alignment gets him gold. (Probably chaotic neutral.)
Clan: The Row
Guild: Rogue's Guild - Kingfisher Division / Healer's Guild - Lead Botanist
Owner of: The bismuth crystal skull.


The Bismuth Crystal Skull

  • Origin:
    • Catal
  • Most Recent Places Found
    • The apothecary hut in the Fog Forest, in Rynvale.
    • Hidden away within the home of Callum and Meri, locked away in a magic safe, made by the dwarves of Craughmoyle, to keep the skull's voice from getting inside Callum's head.
  • Previous Owners:
    • Caiburne, an alchemist from Réiteach Bellum in Catal.
    • Unknown witches that's long since passed on to the void, whether by torture from the alchemists of Réiteach Bellum or the fall of Catal itself.
  • Predominant Magics:
    • Improves the usefulness of alchemical products (ie: potions, elixirs)
    • Aids in herbal spells and botany. Those without green thumbs have better chances of keeping plants alive, while those with green thumbs have more control over plants, even going so far as to being able to manipulate them as a druid does.
  • Ill Effects:
    • The normal, natural properties of bismuth are reversed causing severe psychosis with symptoms that include, but are not limited to: hallucinations, delusions, near catatonic states, disorganized speaking or thinking, fixation on a sole task or object, near total social withdrawal, lack of motivation to carry out daily tasks. Prolonged use of this object may turn one’s skin green and cause it to sprout various plants, perhaps so much so that the user would become a plant themselves.
    • The skull, like the others, call to their owners like a bad magical drug, begging to be used. The bismuth one, however, is much worse thanks to the evil that had been instilled into it upon its rebirth. It's as adept at manipulation as Callum is.

Caiburne, The Mad Alchemist (NPC)

Caiburne the Crazed, they called him. Or Caiburne the Cruel. What they -should’ve- referred to him as was Caiburne the Creative. Or Caiburne the Charismatic!
No. Caiburne the Courageous.

The Distant Past

Caiburne, much like the rest of his alchemist brethren, was not a good person. They worked their evils on the slaves they kept, deep within Réiteach Bellum. One day, the gods were fortuitous. A witch, from one of the large covens in Catal, had been kidnapped and sold for a very high price. And with him came a skull. Of course that damned witch, and any others that came with him, was sworn to secrecy. So what does any good alchemist do when presented with a problem? He breaks things down to their basest components to find out their secrets and rebuilds them for his own purpose. Duh. Unlike the other skulls, this one was made of bismuth in its metal form.

Bismuth is, on its own, a base chemical. It can either occur naturally, as is the case with this skull, or it can be recreated. -That- is what Caiburne set out to do. Separating natural magics from any material though, especially one without multiple properties, was difficult. But Caiburne could do it, this he was sure of. The witch was left to the usual torture, inflicted upon him by the other alchemists as Caiburne went to work on the skull. Days turned to weeks and weeks into months, but he finally did it! The natural magic essence that had been infused into the bismuth upon its creation had been plucked free of the stone! It seemed druidic in nature and this pleased Caiburne greatly, for he could use it with his own alchemical studies with herbs and such. The two were fused back together, remade into the bismuth’s crystal form--a glorious rainbow of colors in its usual odd spiral, stair-stepped formation.

But! Caiburne was a bitter, jealous man at times, and now was absolutely one of those times. That witch had vexed him so! But! He could make it better. Stronger! More useful than the rest! And so he did, infusing it with more potent herbal magicks, enhancing the crystal’s already strong natural properties. When the crystal had grown big enough, it was molded into that same familiar skull form that it had previously been in and outshined its former self. Caiburne was proud. -Too- proud, perhaps. Unbeknownst to him, any attempt made to alter the skull would cause its magical properties to become tainted, reversing the material’s base magical effects.

Pagans of all sorts, whether superstitious or merely practitioners of crystal magic, would and still carry around bismuth (amongst other crystals for varying reasons). It is believed that bismuth relieves spiritual and emotional isolation, helping to induce a meditative state of oneness, connectedness, and serenity. In addition, when experiencing change, it provided calmness, vitality, and the orderliness to deal with the new situation. It even helped one enjoy traveling, and stimulated group and relationship cohesiveness. But… that was not the case with this skull now. Caiburne revelled in his genius. He flaunted it in front of the others, using the skull to summon up massive vines and grow large quantities of poisonous herbs to use on the slaves, merely in an attempt to say ‘Hey! Look at what I can do and you can’t!’. Unfortunately for Caiburne, the effects of the crystal had changed. He was no longer calm. He was no longer one with that genius of his. As the madness of the crystal overtook him, he kept to himself and worked in solitude--the screams of his victims could be heard in most of the Bellum. What had become twisted was twisted further still as Caiburne created grotesque monsters of his victims, some diseased, others undead shells of their former selves.

This did not last long however. The Bellum would fall. Now known as Caiburne the Crazy, he was thrust into slavery--karma for the poor treatment of those witches--and the skull went with him. They both found themselves on the Sunderia and the continual change of events only broke his mind further. The skull was taken from him, the one thing that seemingly helped to keep his sanity, and was locked up amongst magic-nulling crates in the cargo hold of the ship. Time passed and the boat found its way to Cenril’s shores. The boat was destroyed by Lionel O’Connor and the now Captain Brand of the Tranquility, the ship’s captain Eileen meeting her fiery end. Throughout the ship’s entire voyage, it tried to call out for a new owner, finding one in Callum Rochester… but Cal wouldn’t hear it. The slaves all survived, as did Caiburne, and -he- was reunited with the skull once more.

The alchemist took his treasure, and others that had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and made his way to Rynvale where he’s been as an apothecary ever since. The Rynvale inhabitants found him eccentric at most, what with having been in a terrible shipwreck and taking up residence in the Fog Forest, so near to Gamorg. His tales of woe were so very heartbreaking: he was an upstanding alchemist that was a friend to all! No one, of course, suspected that he murdered the former apothecary and took his job, using that very skull and its druidic powers. Not Caiburne! He’s too nice! Too silly! No, no. Caiburne is to be trusted. And that skull? Just a trinket from home. A home that was now gone thanks to that damned Lionel O'Connor. Some prince he is. Hrmph.

If only they’d understood his work, maybe he could’ve saved them all...

Present And The Very Recent Past

Relevant Catalian History

Below is an excerpt written on the alchemists that once plagued Catal's lands, taken straight from the well known history text The Rise and Fall of the Catalian Empire.


Réiteach Bellum

The royal alchemical laboratories in Cata Leonis, deep within the verdant Atreide province. Home to centuries of gifted scholars, “the Bellum”, as it’s commonly called by its hard-working student alchemists, has long been deemed a jewel of the Republic. In the Dour War, Réiteach Bellum was seized by Celes extremists and many of its most important texts were lost. This blow to the scientific community prompted overeager surviving alchemists to redouble their efforts, leaning into black projects which produced terrifyingly effective results. The Bellum gained a sour reputation for unethical practices, including slavery -- a practice outlawed throughout the Republic since the time of Sigmund the Red. The Senate only intervened decades later, when the provincial border town of Langley was swallowed up in an alchemical freak accident, its entire population lost.