Skott Eivoll

The following is taken from Library of Korranberg professor emeritus Minim E. Eivoll's historical treatise, We Are All Skott: The Real Heroes of the Time of Levistus.

From the moment my father (Dr. E. Stavro Eivoll) and mother (Farbissina Eivoll) brought Skott into our home, the two of us were rivals. We fought for Father's approval (usually won by me), Mother's affection (usually won by Skott), and the praise of our tutors (which was frustratingly equanimous). I admit that I was terrible toward him, especially considering the horrible ordeals he had been through before being adopted into our Eivoll family. His birth-family were refugees from Cyre, fleeing fierce fighting along the borderlands some twelve years before the Day of Mourning. Hoping to find safety in Zilargo, they began a dangerous journey across Breland on foot.
No one likes to be reminded how cruel those times were. Even in areas that had been spared the worst of the Last War's ravages, eight and a half decades of strife creates misery, hopelessness, and desperation. And there aren't many lows to which a miserable, hopeless, desperate person will stoop. Scott's family was waylaid, robbed, and attacked. They suffered hunger, sickness, and exhaustion. And finally, tragically, they stumbled into the path of a pack of gnoll marauders from Droaam. That should have been the end of it, but fate had different plans. A Brelish cavalry force who had been tracking the gnolls rode them down and scattered them before the family was killed. Sadly, Skott, then just 8 years old, was the only one able to recover from his wounds.
Mother and Father, like many Zil gnomes at that time, were active in the refugee relocation movement. I learned later that they had very different motivations, however. Mother had a kind and generous heart, and Father needed henchpersons to staff his lab in the Howling Peaks (I never learned what he did in that lab, but years later when I asked about it, he said he had been forced to "activate the self-destruct sequence" and that it was no longer among the family's assets). Although Skott was human, Mother (to my chagrin) treated him as she did me - better, in fact, because I had no tragedy I could point at to excuse my bad behavior. We had our good times, to be sure. I still smile when recalling our temporary alliances so we could jointly torment Father's second-in-command, a humorless gnome with a missing eye whose name escapes me. And I can still hear Mother, who has a booming voice which she has never been afraid to use, bellowing Skott's name as she called us to dinner.
I tell myself that I was just a boy, that our rivalry was mutual. A boy isn't equipped to appreciate the suffering of others, especially not when one of those others is actively annoying him. But if I'm honest with myself, our rivalry could never be described as "friendly," it even tipped at times into real animosity, and it continued well past the time I could convincingly say that I didn't know any better. When I enrolled in university at the Library of Korranberg, Scott enrolled at Morgrave, to get away from me, he said, so he could focus on his studies rather than watching his back.
That cut both ways, of course. Although I was often the instigator, Scott wasn't above the odd underhanded trick. We both thrived without the other distracting him, but I remember my victories feeling hollow and strangely unearned without him there to witness. I know he felt the same from the way he pushed himself, from the way he laughed in the face of danger when he thought he could help someone, anyone. The charlatan grifters known as the Troublemakers and I have much in common, it shames me to say. We both took advantage of Skott's inherent "good" and of his zeal to make a difference. We both failed to appreciate him when he was alive or to utilize his talents wisely. And, most importantly, we both are responsible, directly or indirectly, for Skott's untimely death...

Current Status

Presumed dead

Age

19

Life

980 999

Birthplace

Cyre

Place of Death

the Mirrored Tower

Gender

Male

Eyes

Trusting

Hair

Spiky and ginger

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pimply

Height

5'3"

Weight

145 lbs

Other Affiliations

• Troublemakers