A Secret Passage!
Lazam the Unpredictable
Small. Deadly. Unpredictable.
Spell Source: Wild Magic
Weight: 80 lb.
Languages: Common, Primordial
Vicious Dagger +2
Safewing Amulet +1
1 Potion of Healing
Armor Proficiency (Leather)
At-Will level 1: Acid Orb
At-Will level 1: Chaos Bolt
Encounter level 1: Thunder Slam
Daily level 1: Chromatic Orb
Utility level 2: Dragonflame Mantle
Encounter level 3: Spectral Claw
Born twenty-seven years ago in Sigil, Lazam at first seemed to be an unremarkable child from unremarkable halfling parents. His father worked as a blacksmith in one of the many forges that can be found in the Lower Ward and his mother had her hands full with raising twelve children. Lazam had a happy childhood though. His father provided a steady income, and his mother was as caring as only a halfling mother can be. Lazam figured he would be a blacksmith when he grew up, just like his father.
However, when Lazam grew into adulthood he started to notice some strange things happening to him. Working as a blacksmith apprentice, he sometimes couldn’t feel the heat from the forge. This phenomenon occurred at completely random moments, Lazam could never tell when it would happen again. When he was very angry a strange acid-like substance formed at his fingers.
Of course, due to the fact that he grew up in Sigil, it didn’t take Lazam a long time to figure out he had some kind of arcane ability. He had seen plenty of wizards, warlocks and sorcerers pass through the streets and drinking in the taverns. After gathering some courage he headed out to seek for someone knowledgeable in the arcane. He found a retired wizard adventurer in the Clerk’s Ward, who now lived a comfortable life using the gold he had collected in his many quests. After asking some questions and prodding Lazam with his cane the old man concluded that Lazam must be a sorcerer. Lazam was pleasantly surprised. He never thought he would be able to do great things in his life, but this changed everything. He learned to control his ability and starting taking on odd jobs from various people in the city, not all of whom were on the right side of the law. Lazam didn’t care, he was making good money. As long as the jobs didn’t involve things which could possibly agitate the Lady of Pain he took them on.
One day, years later, Lazam was idly strolling through the Market Ward looking for some nice new clothes, or perhaps a new dagger. He walked through a small gate, and suddenly he found himself lying face down in some sand. Looking up he saw a lot of surprised faces staring at him. It turned out he had arrived in the town of Winterhaven on the mortal world. Giving it some thought, he figured he must have unwittingly triggered a portal from Sigil to the mortal world. The town of Winterhaven was giving a large celebratory party in honor of a couple of adventurers when Lazam arrived. They had just stopped some kind of evil cleric of Orcus that was apparently trying to open a rift to the Shadowfell. Lazam figured they might be his best shot at getting back to Sigil. He asked them if he could join them, and after some negotiations and a drinking contest to prove his worth he was allowed to join.