Grunde

## History & Biography

#3435 according to its maker, was a creation by an overzealous wizard named **Azalie** who was attempting to make a familiar with a limitless amount of magical energy to feed from. #3435, unlike the multiple experiments before him, showed promise for it is the only slime Azalie made that was able to continuously absorb the magical residue around it without becoming unstable. But as time continued to pass, Azalie’s expectations continued to grow alongside his ambition. The wizard, now filled with the desire for power, threw caution to the wind and infused #3435 with a copious amount of magical energy. The sudden rush of energy made the slime expand, its once smooth surface bubbling, flailing, as it tried to stabilise but failed. Azalie can feel the magic inside #3435 thrash, already knowing the outcome as he quickly grabbed what research he could before fleeing the scene just as the place erupted.

The massive explosion decimated a sizable part of the lair, leaving nothing but rubble and destruction in its wake. Threads of slime can be seen all around the lair, some even splattering outside. The inhabitants of the land felt a massive earthquake and they went out to investigate the cause, but they weren’t able to come any closer because the area that surrounds the lair was filled with an unstable field of magical energy that lashes out to anything that comes near it. The inhabitants decided not to meddle with it and instead blocked the path towards the destruction in hopes of stopping people from randomly wandering into the area. The place then became infamous and was thought to be a result of a god’s anger. Ever since then, no one dared to walk in its direction.

Months have passed since the incident. The magical field is still present, preventing any signs of life to flourish. Silence permeated the area. Suddenly, movement could be observed in the barren land. Streaks of slime that littered the area seemed to move in one direction like ants. The chunks of slime, when gathered in the same place where #3435 exploded, and began reforming. Each individual slime sticking to one another, their cells combining to form one sentient being the size of a golf ball. #3435 is alive once more. As if it’s instinct, the slime’s first action was to absorb the magical residue from its previous explosion. The unstable field of magic did it no harm and instead, fed #3435 with a continuous supply of energy as it very slowly stabilized the area. With its previous strength returning, the slime wandered the lair, searching for its master only to be greeted by dust and an emotion it had never felt before. Loneliness. Its only company are the things Azalie left behind that weren’t touched by the explosion. With nothing left to do, it mourned the loss of its master.

Months turned into years as the once barren land met its first outside guest, a bird. #3435 had been stabilizing the area for years now and life started to welcome itself back to the land. A bird turned into a flock, followed by a herd, and fauna. All these years, the slime had been going through his master’s books. They were its only remaining connection to Azalie and it cherished every page. Along with the energy it had been absorbing, #3435 had been proficient in spell casting a long time ago. It had learned how to change its shape to appear more humanoid if needed and it learned how to create its own vocal cords as it sang with the birds on the trees. It was growing.

Life is good. #3435 was in the middle of reconstructing the lair when it felt a presence it has never experienced before, a human. It immediately rushed towards the human, excited for this is the first time it will meet someone, only to be immediately attacked by the said person. Shocked by the sudden hostility, the slime retreated and using its vocal cords, it let out a quiet ‘Stop’. The person, a woman now that they’re up close, immediately stopped and looked at the slime, not believing what she just heard. ‘Please. Stop.’ the slime repeated. The woman relaxed her stance, still surprised that a slime is seemingly sentient and can speak. #3435 approached the woman carefully, before introducing itself as ‘3. 4. 3. 5’. The woman replied with her own name, **Cécilia**. Thus, an unlikely friendship with a slime and a person was born. After a week of staying with the slime, Cécilia just learned all about #3435’s past and decided to take it with her in her journey which #3435 quickly agreed to, desperate to see the world beyond its home. With everything settled, Cécilia suggested a new name for the slime to mark its new life as an adventurer. Then, the world knew of **Grunde** for the first time.

## Stats & Abilities

Grunde is a **Slime**, a magical residue that feeds off Mana. He's capable of casting powerful spells and is quite resistant against enemy physical attacks. Since he's a strange magical creature, he has some resistances against elemental magics such as Earth, Water and Thunder.

### Traits

* **We are Many**: Grunde can split into two or more separate Slimes that have a life of their own, but are unable to cast spells.

* **Essence Strength**: Every round Grunde gains a portion of its health depending on the amount of magic casted that round.

### Racial Traits

* **Magical Residue**: +1 bonus point to magic related rolls. -1 points to physical attacks done to him. Resistant to Earth, Water and Thunder magical attacks.