Seraph Darkfire
King of the Underworld
Appearance:
Name: Merkon
Race: Dragonborn
Class: Merchant
Rank: Unranked. Physically strong with fire dragon abilities, but not really a combatant.
Affinity: Fire/Wealth
Bio: Merkon is born from Dragons but is also a Dragon himself. In his family lineage, Dragons are born in a Humanoid form and remains in that form until they have gathered enough of their chosen hoard to ascend to true Dragon Form. The amount is unknown to them and only when they have ascended do they know they have enough. Merkon was born with the affinity towards wealth. It is a rather uncommon affinity, one geared not towards battle, but towards gathering any form of wealth. Thus he became a Merchant, possessing a nose for rare items and their worth to an unerring degree.
However, he was unable to properly store magical items and equipment he gathered over time. He was too good at gaining them but incapable of getting rid of them fast enough, he became overburdened. That was when he found his greatest magical item yet...and his curse. The Shop.
It was an unusual building, just sitting out in the middle of the wilderness. When he entered, he found it to be rather empty, though a bit dusty. It was at least a place bed down for the night. The main room was nice and wide with a single large countertop near the back of the room. A doorway behind the counter led to another empty room, one that he used as temporary storage for his multitudes of strange and wondrous items. He could put up shelves if need be.
There was an upstairs section and though it was just as empty as the previous rooms, this one was segmented into smaller rooms like living quarters. What was strange was that the doorways and ceilings were tall and wide enough for his race, though the design was certainly not. Some size adjustment magic perhaps? There was even a strange room that possessed a self draining basin and crystals that when activated would pour differently temperature water. A much larger basin, one sized for him, reminded of a bathing tub. This one too drained.
The building was a good home, but not much of a shop given that it was in the middle of nowhere. In the main room however was a door he could not open, carved with unusual symbols
When touched, they flowed like water and an impression of a Dragon circling around to its own tail formed, the same symbol burning its way into the scales of his hand. He suddenly knew what the door did, his affinity giving him an in-depth knowledge of its use and worth...and it was incredible. He tied a simple bell above the door and set about preparing a small selection of items, then with a snap of his fingers, the door glowed for a second.
All around the world, the same doorway appeared in random locations, sometimes attached to other doorways, sometimes in empty space. At first things went slow, but over time people began to enter this strange door. Inside of it, they found a dragonborn willing to sell and buy magic items.
Those exceptional customers and good friends of his found themselves possessing a key, a simple ring branded with the same symbol as his door. When pressed against any door, the ring melts into the surface and becomes a permanent doorway to Merkon's shop.
Name: Merkon
Race: Dragonborn
Class: Merchant
Rank: Unranked. Physically strong with fire dragon abilities, but not really a combatant.
Affinity: Fire/Wealth
Bio: Merkon is born from Dragons but is also a Dragon himself. In his family lineage, Dragons are born in a Humanoid form and remains in that form until they have gathered enough of their chosen hoard to ascend to true Dragon Form. The amount is unknown to them and only when they have ascended do they know they have enough. Merkon was born with the affinity towards wealth. It is a rather uncommon affinity, one geared not towards battle, but towards gathering any form of wealth. Thus he became a Merchant, possessing a nose for rare items and their worth to an unerring degree.
However, he was unable to properly store magical items and equipment he gathered over time. He was too good at gaining them but incapable of getting rid of them fast enough, he became overburdened. That was when he found his greatest magical item yet...and his curse. The Shop.
It was an unusual building, just sitting out in the middle of the wilderness. When he entered, he found it to be rather empty, though a bit dusty. It was at least a place bed down for the night. The main room was nice and wide with a single large countertop near the back of the room. A doorway behind the counter led to another empty room, one that he used as temporary storage for his multitudes of strange and wondrous items. He could put up shelves if need be.
There was an upstairs section and though it was just as empty as the previous rooms, this one was segmented into smaller rooms like living quarters. What was strange was that the doorways and ceilings were tall and wide enough for his race, though the design was certainly not. Some size adjustment magic perhaps? There was even a strange room that possessed a self draining basin and crystals that when activated would pour differently temperature water. A much larger basin, one sized for him, reminded of a bathing tub. This one too drained.
The building was a good home, but not much of a shop given that it was in the middle of nowhere. In the main room however was a door he could not open, carved with unusual symbols
When touched, they flowed like water and an impression of a Dragon circling around to its own tail formed, the same symbol burning its way into the scales of his hand. He suddenly knew what the door did, his affinity giving him an in-depth knowledge of its use and worth...and it was incredible. He tied a simple bell above the door and set about preparing a small selection of items, then with a snap of his fingers, the door glowed for a second.
All around the world, the same doorway appeared in random locations, sometimes attached to other doorways, sometimes in empty space. At first things went slow, but over time people began to enter this strange door. Inside of it, they found a dragonborn willing to sell and buy magic items.
Those exceptional customers and good friends of his found themselves possessing a key, a simple ring branded with the same symbol as his door. When pressed against any door, the ring melts into the surface and becomes a permanent doorway to Merkon's shop.
