Avi is a master engraver, enchanter, and the exuberant half of the duo behind
Steam & Steel, the renowned smithy in
Trollskull Alley. A
water genasi born of the Plane of Water, Avi is flamboyant, expressive, and utterly unafraid to shine. He delights in beauty, thrives on creativity, and brings an irrepressible energy to everything he touches—from gilded sword hilts to flirtatious banter over morning tea. Where
Embric brings strength, Avi brings style.
Avi is especially fond of Kostas, whom he considers a kindred spirit—bold, enterprising, and not nearly as immune to flattery as he pretends to be. Their rapport is fast, clever, and filled with mutual admiration. Avi has become one of the Ferret’s most vocal champions and is rarely shy about voicing his opinions—solicited or otherwise.
History
Pre-Campaign
Born in
Nantarum, an underwater city near
Waterdeep, Avi was raised among flowing towers, enchanted currents, and schools of artistry. On a surface trip to Waterdeep, he met a
fire genasi apprentice with the voice of a hammer and eyes like coals. Embric. Their connection was instant, electric. Avi never returned home. Together, they saved, struggled, and eventually opened Steam & Steel, where Avi carved out a name not just for his enchanting skill, but his unmistakable flair.
The
Frightened Ferret
From the moment the party arrived, Avi attached himself to their cause with gusto. He oversaw the aesthetic touches during renovations, delivered biting but helpful fashion critiques, and lent magical enhancements to the Ferret’s defense. He was also the first to call out the manor’s haunting, excitedly investigating the writing in the mirror and declaring it “absolutely delicious!”
Among the group, Avi finds Kostas most delightful to tease and praise. He regularly stops by for gossip, drinks, and unsolicited advice on interior décor. His presence is magnetic—if he’s in the room, everyone knows it.
Appearance
Avi’s skin shimmers with the hue of calm ocean water—smooth, iridescent, and ever in motion. His hair tumbles like a silver-blue wave, often adorned with beads or polished shell clasps. His eyes are deep and shifting, like tidepools catching light. He dresses in layered silks and tailored robes, favoring purples, teals, and verdant greens, and wears enchanted jewelry of his own design.
He moves with theatrical poise and speaks with flair, his gestures grand and his expressions animated. When he laughs, he throws his whole body into it. When he frowns, storms gather. Avi doesn’t enter a room—he arrives.
