Its A Mad World Epic4E:Dr Shivareth

Dr. Shivareth, a character played by OldKentuckyShark in the "Its a Mad Word" campaign by Tedster

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"That's 'Doctor' Shivareth. I didn't spend five cumulative decades at medical school to get called 'Mister'."

Dr. Shivareth, The Clockwork Lich

Curriculum vitae:

• Doctor of Thaumaturgy
• Doctor of Arcanic Theory
• Master of Engineering, Arcanum
• Speaker Emeritus of the Arcane Congress of Arkhosia (defunct)
• Fellow of the Royal Arcane Society of Nerath (defunct)
• Ordo Clericorum Regularium Erathis (Mendicant Brother of Erathis, excommunicated)
• Visiting Instructor-at-Arms of the White Lotus Academy (current)
• Mage of the Seventh Circle

Height: 6'3"
Weight: 175
Age: Old. Very, very old.
Alignment: Unaligned
Deity: Erathis

History

• Shivareth was an impatient youth. Born in Astrazalian, the City of Starlight, to minor summer nobles, he attended and graduated from one of the foremost magical academies in the Feywild; growing bored, he waited until the shining city was coterminous with the mortal realm and departed for other lands. His ship made port in Arkhosia, during the early years of the Arkhosia/Bael Turath war. There he set up shop as a magical smith, selling strange and potent fey-crafted weapons to the Dragonborn soldiers of the Empire.

• And then he fell in love. Her name was Sivastrix, and she had scales of shining quicksilver. Even in those decadent days, as an empire was ending, it was unusual for a dragon to fall in love with a lesser creature, but they were both young -- less than a hundred -- and cared not for the opinions of their peers. Sivastrix was a wyrm-knight; an officer in the Imperial army, whose job it was to lead a cohort of dragonborn aerial cavalry, and it was Shivareth who designed and crafted the draconic barding she would wear into battle.

• And then she died. Sivastrix fell at the Seige of Razrotear, in what was to be one of the final battles of the war. Worse, she was slain with a Soulcatch Dagger, one of a handful of powerful profane artifacts wielded by the Hell-Lords of Bael-Turath. Her soul became imprisoned in the ruby hilt of the obsidian dagger. But before the ruby could be used as a component in a blasphemous rite, the Turathan army fell to infighting, and the jewel was lost.

• Shivareth spent centuries hunting down the soul of his beloved. He crossed the world twice, even as empires were collapsing around him. In the chaos, it became impossible to locate anything. As age began to creep up on him, he discarded his mortality like an old cloak, becoming something less than alive but more than a undead. He passed through places where time moves differently; even he is no longer certain how long he searched. He spent fifty years as part of a mendicant order of Erathis, disguising his lich nature, merely to gain access to the great Library of Ages: he was defrocked and excommunicated when the deception was discovered. He served, for a time, as an advisor to Emperor Killain in Nerath, and devised many amusing clockwork automatons to please the court. He worked, and studied, and raided fell temples and dark ruins, but all for naught. And so he bided his time.

• Barely a century ago, Shivareth discovered the location of his wife's soul. All the while he had searched the far and mortal realms, it had been migrating back towards the Feywild. Through a series of arcane dealings it came into the hands of The Queen of Winter, in the Vale of Long Night. She made it the centerpiece of a great fountain, in the Fortress of Frozen tears: a column of liquid quicksilver, pouring forever down a mountain of frozen flame. The raw harmonics of powerful draconic Spite makeit an item of great power in the Queen's domain.

• For the last century, Shivareth has sought weapons, and allies. He seeks to mount a personal suicide rush into winter's heart, and he knows that he cannot liberate his wife's soul alone.

Physical

Shivareth is tall and slender. He clothes himself entirely in black leathers, from the tips of his fingers to his steel-toed black boots. A great, multipocketed cloak covers his leather armor, cotaining all manner of devices. He hides his face behind variety of metallic masks; some shaped like a beautiful but stern elven face, others like the beak of a crow, others are simple, smooth metal with black lenses for eyes. His voice is clear and crisp, with a trace of Fey accent even after all these centuries.

Panoply

In battle Shivareth wields a variety of tools, all of his own devising. His main weapon is a triple-bladed telescoping wingspear, which can be wielded in either hand or thrown with great force. Blow-dart launchers at his wrists contain a variety of powerful and deadly alchemical substances. Clockwork spools at his back allow him to sling electrified copper wires to bind and hinder his enemies. A great black bore-pistol at his side fires incidiery phosphorous.

Greatest of all his creations, however, is Imri, his familiar. The greatest part of this tiny clockwork fairy exists in extradimensional phase space, allowing the fairy to transform into several different clockwork mounts at Shivareth's command.

Combat Block

Shivareth, level 21

STR 13, CON 22, DEX 15, INT 26, WIS 14, CHA 10

AC: 36 Fort: 34 Ref: 36 Will: 31
HP: 134 Surges: 12 Surge Value: 33

TRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +36, Dungeoneering +17, History +29, Insight +27, Perception +17, Religion +27, Stealth +17, Thievery +20

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +12, Athletics +11, Bluff +10, Diplomacy +10, Endurance +16, Heal +12, Intimidate +10, Nature +12, Streetwise +10