Braxtalam Gaer
The Golden Sun
The Golden Sun
History
Though Braxtalam was once a well-known and often-sought master transmutationist with vast knowledge and expertise in his field, many things have changed. Prior to the Godswar, his place in Toril was solid; A shop along the docks of Suzail lent him a clientele base that was expansive and wealthy. Merchants, lords, and most of all adventurers, all found use for his wares. However, it was not meant to be; the end of the Time of Troubles, during which magic had already been wildly unreliable, brought the Longest Year, and every magical weapon, armor, trinket or wondrous tool he'd ever forged ceased to function. Furthermore, Braxtalam's own vast array of mystical abilities that he'd spent decades mastering also crumbled.
In the ten years since the Longest Year, Braxtalam has not ceased in all his arts. His former, novel interest in alchemy expanded into a more pronounced and profitable profession. It became Braxtalam's passion, his drive to keep going in this world devoid of mystical power and magical wonders. Being able to produce similar (if comparably neutered) effects to his old spells brought him a subtle peace that kept his mind sated. Years have passed, and although he is no master of his art yet, his ambitions are ceaseless. His drive to discover more possible concoctions to grant his customers might beyond their wildest dreams was overpowering, and it became the forefront of his mind.
Even this could not last.
Slowly, over time, magic has subtly slipped back into the world, one small cantrip at a time. By 1368, even Braxtalam himself, who only kept one eye on the advancement of the Art, was able to muster the most basic incantation. While he walked the edges of the Stormhorns, where he often went to gather reagents for new potions, he looked to the clouded skies. In a moment of inspiration, or perhaps boredom, he lifted his hand and attempted a new, theoretical spell based upon new and old diagrams of the Weave. Pulling the invisible, mystical threads, a reddish-gold symbol appeared before him, and he broke into tears. "At last," he cried, "Azuth be praised!" Seeing it as a sign, a return to the old ways, the way things should be, Braxtalam's new pride stood strong alongside his love for the alchemical, and he took on a new title; the Golden Sun.
In that instant, Braxtalam Gaer had a passion for adventure and exploration, new learning opportunities and business ventures, the mystical and the theoretical. Magic was new in his mind once again, and he was brought back to a time when his days was spent carefully etching the mythical runes into the inside of a bracer, often looking wistfully out to the docks and thinking of the days when he was truly young and adventurous. He sprung from his place upon the mountainside and made for Suzail, taking the first caravan leading into the newly war-torn Amn.
