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Additional Spells: Assay Spell Resistance (SC) Level 4, 0 memorized Sheltered Vitality (SC) Level 4, 0 memorized Introduction Peth set the foaming tankard of ale on the edge of the table above him, then heaved his slight frame into the too-tall chair. Wriggling into a more comfortable position, he drew the mug closer to him with his right hand, and with the other opened his worn, stained journal to the first blank page. He paused, downed nearly a third of the ale, then pulled a tattered piece of parchment, an inkpot, and a pen from the backpack laying on the table beside him. Laying the parchment carefully next to the journal, he dipped the pen into the ink and began to copy its contents into his book. Several mugs later, Peth finished the last flourish on the last line. He sprinkled sand carefully over the newly finished page, then returned the ink, pen, and parchment to his pack and closed his journal. Weary and sore as he was, a sense of accomplishment at saving one more piece of ancient knowledge from the ruins of the past suffused his soul. He hoisted his mug one more time and drained the last of his ale, then hopped lightly off the chair and headed for the market to see if any new antiquities had shown up since he'd last been in this safe haven, three weeks ago. Wandering through the market, searching for treasures among the fakes, the mundane, and the just plain weird, Peth mused on how his fortunes had increased in the last few years. Peth had never been much interested in clerics and gods; the whole idea felt too much like fakery and performance to the utterly honest gnome. Yet the powers those clerics wielded were fascinating; Peth had long felt there must be rules to divine magic itself, rules that transcended mere deities. His breakthrough had come with a lucky find, a tattered scrap of an ancient text inscribed with strange runes in a glittering ink that had not faded, even though it must have been several hundred years old at least. It had taken Peth nearly six months just to begin to translate the scroll, a time that led him to begin building up one of the most comprehensive libraries of ancient knowledge in his area--a fact that occasionally brought other treasure-seekers to his door, seeking advice and information. The key to understanding his collection lay first in learning to read the glittering writing, and to do that Peth began searching out other, similar writings. Finally he discovered what seemed to be a beginning lesson -- it referred to itself as a "prayerbook" -- covering the principles of learning divine magic, without any reference to deities or external powers. For days he struggled to understand the lesson and the scroll, until finally the entirety of the spell contained within it was his. He closed his eyes, chanted the strange syllables of the spell, and felt a surge of pure living energy well up within him. Opening his eyes, he saw that, as the prayer book had described, a faint nimbus of golden light surrounded his hands, the power of the spell awaiting its release. He touched one hand to his chest, experimentally, and the nimbus flowed into the rest of his body, leaving him refreshed and invigorated--quite aside from his pride at mastering the spell! It wasn't until nearly ten minutes later that he noticed a cut he'd given himself making dinner the night before was gone as if it had never been. After that, Peth's studies began to accelerate. Three months later he had managed to research a spell specifically for the translation of magical texts--and a month after that he had mastered everything his current library had to offer. It wasn't enough. The pure joy of discovering a new spell, or a description of some ancient experiment, beast, or item, or even an otherwise banal journal entry by some millenia-ago writer, drove Peth onward. He began to establish contacts with others who collected the detritus of ancient civilizations, cautiously. His library grew by leaps and bounds, for a while. Then it seemed he'd tapped out the things he could buy or borrow, and his gaze turned outwards, away from the safe havens of the city in which he lived. With his deep knowledge of the creatures and constructs common to ancient ruins, the spells he'd wrested from his writings, and his own innate ability to pass unnoticed, Peth had many advantages over other treasure hunters. At first he restricted his movements to relatively safe areas, but those same areas had already been picked over many times before, and before long he was forced to travel further afield, into unexplored and more dangerous areas. Each time he returned with more treasure -- gold for his expenses, but more importantly a few scraps of paper, or an item that still held the flickering auras of divine power; at the very least, his journals held more notes and drawings of the creatures and things he'd found on his journey. Unfortunately, the last few trips had resulted in fewer and fewer interesting finds. Then Peth heard of a new mystery, a valley that was suddenly producing all the hallmarks of a really great ancient ruin recently come to light: disappearances, apparitions, and unexplainable beasts. Peth began packing at once; surely his array of knowledge would be indispensable in discovering and containing whatever dangers the vallery held, and just as surely there would be many interesting things for him to add to his collection. Appearance Peth is short even for a gnome; his appearance is thoroughly nondescript, to the point where many of his associates fail to recognize him as often as not. He generally wears his shoulder-length hair pulled back in a tight braid, wound and tied with gray silk nearly the color of his hair. When out and about in a safe haven, he tends towards functional, unadorned clothing of the type favored by explorers; when in his role as sometime Sage, however, he dons fancier clothing fashioned after the robes of an ancient scholarly sect. Outside of havens, his blueshine chain shirt glimmers just at the edge of vision as he slips from shadow to shadow almost unconsciously. Personality Knowledge is Peth's oldest and deepest love, and it is highly unlikely anything will ever dislodge it. He is happiest prowling through ancient detritus, either physically in some ruined section of the City, or metaphorically while translating some newly discovered text. However, unusually among seekers after ancient knowledge, he feels little possessiveness for his hard-won information, provided fair exchange is given. He revels in the role of Sage, in the dispensing of valued information, not least because it leads to respect and associations that might otherwise be denied a whisper gnome. Nonetheless, Peth has few friends, none terribly close, but his love affairs tend to be highly emotionally charged, if brief, relationships. Peth cannot stand being lied to, and will only lie himself in dire circumstances; dishonesty and disorganization are anathema to him. He will often refuse to deal further with someone who has told him even a relatively minor lie, and this reputation for fair dealing is as well known as the breadth of his knowledge among treasure-seekers and their contacts. His eye fell on the map unfurled on his table, a single small dot drawing his eye far out of proportion to its size. "Angelwatch," he murmured, pausing for a moment in his packing.
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