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With his villa in ruins and his staff consumed, Baal was welcomed with open arms into Anizhar's villa. Despite the hardship that he'd endured, he found comfort in the warm embrace of his favorite neighbor. They grew closer together in the few days they spent together in Anizhar's bed than they ever had being neighbors. During the day, while Anizhar tended to his duties, Baal felt an emptiness he needed to fill - a desire to go out with Anizhar and try his hand at some of this adventuring business.
For several days he would dedicate himself to magical research at the libraries in Katapesh, poring over eldritch and arcane tomes in an attempt to awaken a magical inkling in himself. Despite all of his training, nothing seemed to be taking. And what's worse - one night he returned to the villa to find that his beau had gone out on a sudden pilgrimage without even a goodbye! Ah well, by the time Anizhar returned he would have something to show for his efforts.
While his studies into the arcane arts seemed to be bearing no fruit, his forays into the culinary arts seemed to be going much better. Despite having been cooked for and waited on his entire life, he took to baking like a natural. Even if he couldn't manage to cut it as an adventurer, he would at least be proud to cook a tasty treat for Anizhar when he returned from wherever his travels had taken him.
That thought was the wind in his sails until one strange evening he went to retrieve a tray of cookies from the oven and they leapt out at him and proceeded to make a mess of the entire kitchen!
It seemed he was looking in the wrong place this entire time. His baking studies shifted from merely producing culinary confections to weaving subtle magics into his tasty treats, finding that he had a much easier time when he thought of magical formulas more like delicious recipes. After 5 long months of work he had finally honed his craft to the point where he felt comfortable going out in the field, and the guild accepted him with only... minor reservations. Anizhar hadn't yet returned, but all the better to sharpen his skills to really impress his boyfriend.
Despite his relative inexperience, Baal tagged along with Kazuma on an important diplomatic mission to meet with a mysterious bloatmage calling himself the Gossamer Prince. He wasn't sure what he could do to help, but he was eager to try nonetheless. After the meeting was crashed by another bloatmage being chased by an unknowable tangle of corpses, he followed the rest of the group down into the Gossamer Prince's Sanctum and found himself in a harrowing situation.
Half of the party, including their muscle, were frightened away by the bloated prince's magic, Kazuma would find himself blinded by spurting blood from the bloated prince, and any spellcaster worth their salt would have an escape spell prepared, so while Kazuma used his unique talents to bleed the prince, Baal jumped into action with his tantalyzing treats. Stuffing one of them into the Prince's mouth to muffle his spellcasting, he would find himself so enraptured by the taste that he'd drop to his knees, unable to focus. The hellhound had prepared more than enough treats to keep the Prince busy until he passed out from Kazuma's assault.
And so Baal saved the day on his first mission.
After being inducted into the guild properly, it became obvious that Anizhar's 'pilgrimage' was nothing more than a front. He had vanished along with several other key members of the guild. Pulled into the scroll world of Kakishon, which itself had been hurled through a portal to another plane with Nalya when the town was attacked by a genie lord. While he went on several more successful forays, Taurie was working busily with anyone else capable of Divination magic to locate them.
Baal would decide to take some more time to himself after some time in the field, training under a jeweler to learn how to craft magical rings. He knew that Taurie's expert divination would turn Anizhar up soon, and he would be prepared with a pair of finely crafted magic rings. He would propose on the spot in a fashion suitably dramatic.
...Though not quite in the way he had intended.
Baal became a Gingerbread Witch after studying to become a spellcaster. All of his magic is themed around confections of all sorts, and one of his class features allows him to duplicate any Conjuration spell as long as the results are made out of confections. His familiar is a cake dragon named Biscuit.
His shining moment was completely disabling the Gossamer Prince by stuffing treats into him. The Gingerbread Witch can make a handfull of them at the beginning of the day, and each treat is dedicated to a specific creature. If any creature other than the intended creature eats one, they're nauseated. In this case, the nausea was imagined as utter rapture from how delicious his treats are.
Our GM had me make attack rolls to stuff treats into his face, and I managed to successfully hit each time to keep him completely locked down and unable to cast any of his defensive or escape spells. It was fucking dumb and I love it.
For several days he would dedicate himself to magical research at the libraries in Katapesh, poring over eldritch and arcane tomes in an attempt to awaken a magical inkling in himself. Despite all of his training, nothing seemed to be taking. And what's worse - one night he returned to the villa to find that his beau had gone out on a sudden pilgrimage without even a goodbye! Ah well, by the time Anizhar returned he would have something to show for his efforts.
While his studies into the arcane arts seemed to be bearing no fruit, his forays into the culinary arts seemed to be going much better. Despite having been cooked for and waited on his entire life, he took to baking like a natural. Even if he couldn't manage to cut it as an adventurer, he would at least be proud to cook a tasty treat for Anizhar when he returned from wherever his travels had taken him.
That thought was the wind in his sails until one strange evening he went to retrieve a tray of cookies from the oven and they leapt out at him and proceeded to make a mess of the entire kitchen!
It seemed he was looking in the wrong place this entire time. His baking studies shifted from merely producing culinary confections to weaving subtle magics into his tasty treats, finding that he had a much easier time when he thought of magical formulas more like delicious recipes. After 5 long months of work he had finally honed his craft to the point where he felt comfortable going out in the field, and the guild accepted him with only... minor reservations. Anizhar hadn't yet returned, but all the better to sharpen his skills to really impress his boyfriend.
Despite his relative inexperience, Baal tagged along with Kazuma on an important diplomatic mission to meet with a mysterious bloatmage calling himself the Gossamer Prince. He wasn't sure what he could do to help, but he was eager to try nonetheless. After the meeting was crashed by another bloatmage being chased by an unknowable tangle of corpses, he followed the rest of the group down into the Gossamer Prince's Sanctum and found himself in a harrowing situation.
Half of the party, including their muscle, were frightened away by the bloated prince's magic, Kazuma would find himself blinded by spurting blood from the bloated prince, and any spellcaster worth their salt would have an escape spell prepared, so while Kazuma used his unique talents to bleed the prince, Baal jumped into action with his tantalyzing treats. Stuffing one of them into the Prince's mouth to muffle his spellcasting, he would find himself so enraptured by the taste that he'd drop to his knees, unable to focus. The hellhound had prepared more than enough treats to keep the Prince busy until he passed out from Kazuma's assault.
And so Baal saved the day on his first mission.
After being inducted into the guild properly, it became obvious that Anizhar's 'pilgrimage' was nothing more than a front. He had vanished along with several other key members of the guild. Pulled into the scroll world of Kakishon, which itself had been hurled through a portal to another plane with Nalya when the town was attacked by a genie lord. While he went on several more successful forays, Taurie was working busily with anyone else capable of Divination magic to locate them.
Baal would decide to take some more time to himself after some time in the field, training under a jeweler to learn how to craft magical rings. He knew that Taurie's expert divination would turn Anizhar up soon, and he would be prepared with a pair of finely crafted magic rings. He would propose on the spot in a fashion suitably dramatic.
...Though not quite in the way he had intended.
Baal became a Gingerbread Witch after studying to become a spellcaster. All of his magic is themed around confections of all sorts, and one of his class features allows him to duplicate any Conjuration spell as long as the results are made out of confections. His familiar is a cake dragon named Biscuit.
His shining moment was completely disabling the Gossamer Prince by stuffing treats into him. The Gingerbread Witch can make a handfull of them at the beginning of the day, and each treat is dedicated to a specific creature. If any creature other than the intended creature eats one, they're nauseated. In this case, the nausea was imagined as utter rapture from how delicious his treats are.
Our GM had me make attack rolls to stuff treats into his face, and I managed to successfully hit each time to keep him completely locked down and unable to cast any of his defensive or escape spells. It was fucking dumb and I love it.
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