The Wildemount Irregulars (2020)

Your sword does have traces of magic in it, but it's dim.  Necromancy magic, in fact.  Can we go somewhere private and have you summon an Echo so I can look at it while my senses are still working like this?

Your rooms at the tavern are private.  Ish.  The walls aren't particularly thick.

(OOC: Good to know about the walls, that's something I was going to ask about)

Necromancy? Like dead-people magic? Silent shakes his head. Bloody gods. 

As for the Echo...not in the middle of a city. Not trying to scare you here Magnum, but if anybody sees me making them we could have a world of trouble on our hands. Hell, I'm still pissing myself over those mercs who saw me summon one - still hoping that we scared 'em well enough. 

Silent, you can also make an Arcana check concerning necromancy if you wish, with advantage because of reasons.

(OOC: I like reasons :D) 

Arcana 11   

Yes, dead people magic. Magic that can animate the dead or restore them to life. Despite being largely illegal in the Empire its not all evil. 

 (OOC:  It's up to Silent what he wants to reveal of what he knows.)

Now, do you have any questions for me?

Silent sheathes his greatsword and glances at the door of the room.  

I've been runnin' away from my past for a while now. All this magic nonsense is just it catchin' up to me. Means I can't keep ignoring the past no longer. 

He trails off and turns back to Magnum. 

Questions for you? I got loads... and maybe in the spirit of change, I oughta finally ask you about your past. I know you're from the Empire - I'm not from there or here. And I know you ain't a sex machine or a watchamacallit... but I don't really know what you're looking for beyond your home. So let's go story for story - you tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine when we're on the road. 

I'm originally from Deastok, near the Truscan Vale.  I say that, but of course it's a bit more complex than that.  Deastok is where I woke up seven years ago, on a table in an artificer's workshop.  Most of what you see was made by him.  What wasn't made by him, he acquired through combat. A previous version of me, for lack of a better term, was posing a hazard to civilians in the city.  Whatever I was, I was damaged and trying to repair myself with whatever I could steal.  I didn't hurt anyone that I know of, but the citizens were terrified.  So they called in my family.  They shut me down and scavenged parts from in lieu of payment.  From there, a new body was built and I woke up. 

Magnum shows Silent a book he carries in his bag.  A signed copy of the Daring Trials and Tribulations of Sir Taryon Darrington.

My father, or one of them, is an adventurer.  This is one of many books he's written that are, shall we say, of questionable authenticity.  I know where my home is.  I'm just out trying to figure out who I am beyond something they made.  There's more, of course.  He's only one of my fathers.  The other two are quite different, but my mother is just like him.  Oh, right, I have four people I consider my parents.  I probably should have started with that.

You got... shut down? And rebuilt? Silent whistles.

That's crazy. I've always figured that when you break a person, they can't be fixed. Seen it many times on the battlefield. But I'll be damned, I got living proof of the opposite in front me. 

Tell me - you remember anything of that previous life? Or is that person something you just left behind? 

I don't remember anything specific, but sometimes when I learn a spell it feels like remembering.  If that makes sense. The modifications I've made to myself while traveling also feel familiar somehow.

I have no  interest in who I was before, unless it's something dangerous I need to know.

Silent nods. 

I never put much stock in gods or fate or any of that bull, but I reckon it ain't a coincidence that the two of us weirdoes fell in together. I gotta say, now I'm excited to meet your family up in Hupperdook. Got my own loose ends  to check out in the Empire but four parents? Sounds like a good time. 

Oh, I think I misspoke.  My mother is FROM Hupperdook, but she's not there right now.  As far as I know. I just want to see the place.  She always told me that everyone there works very hard and then parties even harder.  I want to see that.

An entire town known for partying? A big grin splits Silent's face and he punches Magnum on his shoulder plate. Now we're talking. 

What else do we have to do today before our evening engagements?

If we're leaving tomorrow we might want to pick up some rations for the trip. And if you want, we can check up on those mercs. Aside from that, I got nothing else worth doing. 

I think that rations are the only thing we need to do then.  If I see any of those mercenaries and they want to try something again, I believe that they've forfeited any remaining mercy.

(OOC:  I know that Silent will learn about his fateful moment as he progresses.  Does the same apply to me with the stuff I would have learned from my teacher?)

(OOC:  No, I think that based on the fateful moment itself, and the backstory you've written, it makes more sense that it has already happened, and Magnum has learned everything.  Go ahead and add it into your character sheet, if you haven't already.)