Bomjag
The scraggly gnome often presents himself with his disheveled brown beard, heavy knitted scarves, and red woven accessories that'd fish out a regality in his golden eyes. His friendly, optimistic demeanor does well to cover up his constant state of ignorance. That is, until he speaks. The torrent of garbled words comes out in nonsensical jumbles, often failing to communicate a cohesive point or establish anything other than his wandering thoughts. Additionally, his speech harbors no rhythm, ending his sentences with a punchy confidence despite the natural slur of the delivery. It’s as if he remembers his own words only after they’re already spoken, unconvinced by his own tales until its conclusion is met. The stories Bomjag shares are presented without warning. Any present body within a listening range can become victims to them, bombarded with retellings of his old, far more exciting treasure-hunting days.
He was one of three adventurers, all ripe with youth and a hunger for glory. The goal of riches kept them driven for years, exploring their sum of dungeons and danger. Bomjag took pride in acting as their packrat and drunkard. It allowed him to enjoy the frivolities of their ventures as well as forge whimsical connections along the way. Playing the role as their trapper and supplier, he tinkered with traps and bombs for their travels. Doing so enabled his absence from any actual active battlefield responsibilities, marking him as the weakest link. With each tale recounted, he leans closer towards revealing the names of those past companions. Yet, something holds him back, catching himself before a single syllable is spoken. “Said too much again,” he’d mutter before reeling back in search of an alternative tale.
It was 30 years ago that he tried tossing that life of adventure away to settle in Waterdeep. In that very city, his former comrades abandoned him for the very last time. It wasn’t uncommon for them to up and leave due to his bumbling behavior, pushing and pulling his services as they saw fit. For years he expected word from them anyways, taking their silence as another one of their tasteless jokes. Bomjag eventually allowed himself to accept that they found someone of greater talents. He continued his crafts for the markets of Waterdeep, finding that passing adventurers still have use for his wares. Settling into the city he felt at home, finding love, a job, and a new beginning.
Pulled back from his fantasies, he received a letter from two familiar names. They proposed an opportunity for a new adventure, one that may end with riches. Loyal to his companions regardless of its mutuality, he abandoned the life he made in Waterdeep to join their quest. They reunited in Mythrite, plotting a shortcut for awaited fortunes the town promised. Masterful at creating tools and explosives, Bomjag maintains his own living in The Halberd as a Merchant, acting on standby until he is sought by those who stationed him here.
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