Marved the Marvelous
The flamboyant purveyor of Marved's Liquid Miracles. "Remember, if it kept you alive, it's a miracle."
Current Location
Reamsburgh, Driftriver
Children
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Marved Level 5: A Hell of a Day
Marved set the pane of oddly black glass on a shelf next to the pristine Feywild bottle. He muttered to himself, "I only learned glassblowing to save money on my own potion bottles, but I keep finding weird things like this everywhere I go." He shook his head. He had no idea exactly where he had wound up this time. It felt very much like the Shadowfell, but he was confident he would have recognized home. It could have been one of the Domains of Dread, but the telltale mists were nowhere to be seen. Ah, well. There would be time to experiment on his new prize later. After fighting nightmare spawn and using every scrap of his supplies and wits to make sure he and his companions made it back alive it was time for dinner, a drink, and about 80 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Marved Level 5: The Secret Formula - Aftermath
Marved sat in his tiny wagon studying the glass bottle. He compared it's bright perfection to the row of bottles he had spent the afternoon making. His were passable. They would hold his wares well enough, but they were not worthy of note. The sands of the Feywild were as different from ordinary sand as the ground Shadowstone he had originally used to make his alchemist's tools. But the difference in materials alone could not account for the difference in quality. This Alfie was clearly a master of his art.
Marved sighed with disappointment and banked the fire he had been using for his work. The glasses went into a bench compartment in the wagon and after a quick prestidigitation, the tools went back into their case. He unrolled his sleeping bag down the center walkway of the wagon and lay staring up at the faded colors on the ceiling. He thought back to the vivid, intoxicating, almost overwhelming, brightness of the Feywild. He wasn't ready to go back there yet. Using raw materials of that caliber while he was still learning would be a waste. But Alfie had agreed to teach him. And he had means to go back. He had collected anchoring materials for transportation magic. And of course the young satyr, Kidd, could be persuaded to take him back. When it was time - when he was ready. For now, sleep.
Marved's Background
Marved learned his potion making skills in the shadowy city of Evernight, the Shadowfell's dark reflection of Neverwinter. He enjoyed the work, but what really made his day was the opportunity to cross over into Neverwinter either to make sales or get supplies. The light, the colors, the vitality all moved him in a way nothing back home did. And so, with a little planning and some stolen supplies, he crossed over and made his way down the Sword Coast as quickly as possible. He eeked out a living selling his elixirs from the back of a beat up, if colorful wagon, but never was able to live in the lifestyle to which he wished to become accustomed. So when he heard about the money to be made in Driftriver, he made his way there with all due speed. At last he has more than two coins to rub together. Now he has his sights set on something bigger...
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