Gamad'noth

Introduction
Gamad'Noth is a female Tiefling Warlock, pledged to the Great Old One with a particular inclination to the Great Cthulhu. Gamad'Noth forms part of the Griffargo Crew as an Occultant."'Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn' - A prayer heard often from Gamad'Noth's chambers, roughly translated to the common tongue by other members of the Bulwark to 'In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.'"

Character Description
Of small stature and an even smaller will to interact with other creature, Gamad'Noth prefers the peaceful neutrality of solitude and isolation, but understands the advantages and power that comes with collaborating with other members of the Bulwark and her crew.

Often draped in fine hooded robes donned over leather armor, Gamad'Noth does not shy away from showing her Tiefling features - deeply tanned skin and a matching pointed tail, coupled with the typical sleek horns of a Tiefling, protruding from her forehead and arching back in the likes of a devilish being. Her eyes appear to change from lighter to darker shades of gold, but often rest on a deep yellow.

Origins
Gamad's origins are a mystery to many, including herself, with the only information available to her being that she was born in the year 1314 ADR. Her earliest memory is of living with a fisherman in a lighthouse of unknown whereabouts at around the age of 5. Other than the fisherman's constantly garbed face and tattered, oily attire, Gamad has no sound recollection of her upbringing. She can recall the fisherman essentially caring for her by providing food and shelter within the lighthouse, but never said a word or directly interacted with her. The lighthouse was, strangely, engulfed in a constant never-ending storm, but this seemed normal for Gamad at the time, as it did not bother the fisherman. He would disappear from the lighthouse for what felt like weeks on end to her, only to return with a full net of fish and assorted sea creatures slung over his shoulder, wandering around the lighthouse with a slow pace. The fisherman would also stop occasionally to tend to fishing equipment around the building or to observe the storm outside.

Gamad recalls being frequently plagued with headaches and blacking out from these same headaches. It felt as if someone, or something, was communicating with her through these headaches, which eventually became whispers, evolving to discernible voices as she aged. Gamad would pass the time by repairing fishing equipment, looking at scrolls and books of garbled text, and watching the relentless storm batter away at the lighthouse. She never attempted to communicate with the fisherman, as an intimidating but comforting aura surrounded him, culling all attempts that Gamad had in communicating with him. As the Tiefling aged, the fisherman would stop his pacing to observe her, increasing in frequency over time, to which Gamad would only react by looking up at him for a brief moment. His intimidating presence would instill deep fear and anxiety into the young Tiefling, such that she is forced to look away and continue the task at hand, often times followed by a massive and sudden headache which would lead to her passing out.

Despite these episodes, she never felt afraid of him, as she believed that he saved her from the storm and looked after her till she became self-sufficient. The lighthouse's docking bay was strewn with debris from ships, and she would often mull over whether she arrived at this lighthouse in one of these wrecks.

One day, at around the age of 16, Gamad woke to an eerie silence and an immensely bright room. The Tiefling fought the immense panic back as the silence became increasingly thick. Shielding her eyes from the rays of the sun, Gamad could see that the storm had suddenly stopped, and clear blue skies now replaced the dark, thunderous clouds. The relentless roiling sea that battered the lighthouse was now calm and serene. Confused and shocked, she roamed the lighthouse in search of the fisherman, to no avail. She waited for days, which turned to weeks, and then months, sustaining herself on purified water and fish that she would catch, and remaining sane only by reading through the many scrolls and books scattered around the lighthouse.

These were all skills that she seemingly readily possessed, as the fisherman did not explicitly teach her anything, or interact with her at all, for that matter. Gamad felt that the voices in her head were passing information to her over time, as they were becoming increasingly understandable. Likewise, she was now able to understand the books and scrolls and extract meaning out of them. She concluded that they were all of Eldritch nature, discussing various aspects of the Great Old One and the way of the Warlock. Gamad also observed that once she finished reading through a piece of work, she could not find the book or scroll again around the lighthouse, and new, increasingly complex pieces of literature would appear in their stead.

From the day that Gamad awoke to find calm weather in favour of the storm, not once did the storm return. The days were always bright and sunny, with only the occasional cluster of clouds blocking out the sun for a brief moment. The nights were immensely peaceful, allowing her to observe and study the night sky in immense detail. She felt that she could control, understand and keep the voices at bay with increasing efficiency, such that the headaches rarely occurred.

At the age of 20, Gamad felt a sudden urge to leave the lighthouse, to which she responded to by collecting her belongings and stashing them inside a small fishing boat. The boat was never used as far as she could tell, but she would always tend to and maintain it to find things to do. As she sailed away from the lighthouse built of dark stones, she felt a strange longing to find the fisherman, a feeling that had never occurred to her from the day he vanished.

After only a couple of days at sea, the boat drifted ashore on a beach, which she later discovered to be Varentor.

Varentor
Gamad integrated well with the people of Varentor, but lived in solitude and worked as a magic performer to generate some income. She became increasingly skilled in feats of magic, and her wit and cunning kept her alive on the streets of Varentor. After an encounter with a group of brigands that essentially ruined her reputation, and with that, all hopes of her making a living in Varentor, Gamad sought out a new life with a group of adventurers in search of a new land. The brigands' motivations seemed to be affiliated with a cult that seeks to exterminate all believers of the Great Old One. She did not feel comfortable residing in the same land as such cults, and would only feel at ease returning when she knows that she can vanquish them as a form of revenge. For now, however, this group of adventurers seemed to be promising ...

Current Magic Items

 * The Rod of Tizarben, a +1 rod of the pactkeeper looted from the Koakwood Bulwark.