Embric is a master smith, co-owner of
Steam & Steel, and a pillar of strength in
Trollskull Alley—quietly respected, fiercely capable, and never one to waste words. A
fire genasi born and raised in
Waterdeep, Embric is a creature of structure and flame, channeling intensity into discipline, and discipline into craft. His weapons are built to last, his armor never fails, and his silence carries more weight than most people's speeches.
He’s known for his close friendship with Grayson Greer, forged through sparring sessions and long silences that say more than conversation ever could. While
Avi draws the attention of the room, Embric keeps the world turning from the forge, his focus always forward and his loyalty absolute.
History
Pre-Campaign
Embric grew up in the
Trades Ward, apprenticing in some of the city’s grittiest forges. He learned early that life rarely handed out kindness, but fire—properly controlled—could forge greatness from even the most brittle scrap. His life changed the day he met Avi, a
water genasi with more personality than common sense, who strolled into his life like a breeze through a furnace.
Their bond was immediate. Fire and water should not coexist, but they did—and Embric never looked back. Together, they poured their earnings, sweat, and will into founding Steam & Steel, a forge that would serve warriors, artisans, and dreamers alike.
The Frightened Ferret
When the party took over Trollskull Manor, Embric was among the first to lend a hand—not because he was asked, but because he knew what it meant to build something that could outlast you. He repaired, reinforced, and retooled with his usual efficiency. But it was Grayson who truly drew him in.
The two found kinship not in shared words, but in shared weight. Grayson’s quiet sense of justice and internal storms resonated with Embric’s own strict moral compass. Embric now takes personal pride in outfitting him, testing new gear with precision and care, and sometimes just showing up when it matters.
He’s protective of the Ferret, the alley, and the people who’ve earned his trust. Those who threaten that? He doesn’t forget.
Appearance
Embric’s skin is a rich, molten red, with veins of smoldering orange beneath the surface. His short, black hair glows faintly at the roots, scattered with flickers of ash-bright embers. His eyes gleam like heated iron—amber, intense, unwavering. He wears scorched leather armor and heavy smithing gear, often marked with soot and sweat, and his arms carry the muscle of a man who’s never shirked a day’s labor.
He walks like a man who knows exactly how much force is needed to break something, and exactly how much is needed to protect it.
