Gibran ibn Raziel ibn Farsid ibn Farrid Sayigh

## Personal Background

### History

Gibran is a son of a well off merchant family. He's still grateful for the financial support of his studies from his parents. Still due to the lingering feeling of not truly accomplishing something, if he does it on his own, he started adventuring. He only took his familiar Gemmar as a memento of his family. Everything else he possessed at arriving in Etera, accumulated on his travel.

After some great adventures, Gibran joined Babel's Adventuring Guild. He can be found either scribing spells or crafting a new magic item.

### Appearance

Gibran is most of the times clothed in many layers of light fabric. Besides that he's looking like an average young man.

### Personality

Gibran actively tries to stay polite. Even if his abilities get challenged, he will politely prove you wrong.

## Companions

### Gemmar

He's Gibran's best friend and familiar. Besides his red fez hat and red vest, he looks like a oversized normal monkey.
One day he unexpectedly increased to almost triple his size, while his weight got down to a fifth of the previous. Since that day Gemmar sit's on his personal cloud, refusing to touch the ground as much as possible.

In recent days, Gemmar took a liking to weapons of all kind. It culminated in him stealing a crude gun from a bandit and him crafting his own daggers.

Gibran learned a bit more about his companion in a multiple day long, not completely drugfree, trance adventure.

Day 1: He sees a gray old ape, standing atop a cliff, speaking to his clan... but his trance ends.

Day 2: He sees again the cliff, but this time a small monkey climbing on a tree below it... but his trance ends.

Day 3: He sees the brothers and sisters of the monkey, they seem to play together... but his trance ends.

Day 4: He sees the small monkey leaving his family and going in a vast desert... but his trance ends.

Day 5: He sees the monkey coming to a bigger city, somehow surviving by stealing some fruits until he get's caught by angry merchants! They speak of terrible things they want to do to the monkey, but a man buys him. The monkey couldn't understand the language at that time, but he learned the name of his benefactor later on. It was Farsid ibn Farrid Sayigh, Gibran's grandfather! The next hours of trance are to unclear for Gibran to remember... and his last trance ends.

### Malik Qard Al'ard

Malik one day started to follow Gibran. He didn't talked at all. Even multiple attempts to give him the ability to talk seemed to fail. In the end he just wasn't in the mood to talk... After many diplomatic attempts to get him to talk and wear some clothing...
Malik started to wear basic clothing and started greeting people.

One day, Malik bowed before Gibran. After giving some magic items back to Gibran, he wanders off. Some Say, he wanted to rule on his own. The same persons also tell stories about an ape king in the jungle commanding monkeys around.

### Hisan Eardium

On a clear nighttime Hisan suddenly stands with his back to Gibran. Even after trying to just walk away in a different direction, Hisan followed him until he could pose in the same way. After many confusing attempts, Gibran just started to ride on top of him. Seemingly happy now, Hisan joins Gibran's party. Even if Gibran doesn't know, what ways Hisan will show him.

So far Hisan appears to be a white horse with blue wave patterns tattooed onto him.

He seems to have done his mysterious work and galloped away.

## Adventures

### Wyrmwood

*30. Rova, year 44 IA*

Gibran investigated a strange circumstance where bugs used animal corpses as breeding hive. Big one seems to be fiery...

### Halkiir's Haven

*18. Lamashan, year 44 IA*

Gibran helped to defeat some evil spirit mindscrambled intelligent owlbears. Jhixal, a good natured yet chaotic kobold, insisted to ascend Gibran into mythichood. The mushrooms and purple water didn't help to convince, but still worked without sideeffects.

### Rage of Kanaloa

*Neth, year 44 IA*

Gibran was quietly crafting a small custom order of wedding rings, as he heard about the trouble on Kanaloa. The father in law of the brides maid of honor has some family on kanaloa itself.
The order almost got canceled by the hysterical bride. The brides maid of honor would not be emotionaly able to attend the wedding, if her family would be done any harm.
Gibran could convince the future bride to not cancel the order, by promising to look himself after the family of her bride of honor.

So looking into transportation to the island, no sane captain was willing to risk his crew and ship in the crossfire. Unfortunately the few insane enough captains already left for the islands.
If the rumors on the docks are believable, they were promised a huge insurance fee on top of the normal renting cost. Even without a ship, Gibran improvised a way to the islands.
Using a floating disk spell and sitting on top of it, he was at least able to try flying to the islands.
With an astonishing maximum altitude of 3 feet above the water, Gibran and Gemmar started their adventure to the islands of Lalotai and Kanaloa.

Of course the improvised traveling vessel had it problems. Every small wave caused the floating disc to ride on top of her. Random floating debris spilt on top of the floating disk and threatened to overload it.
Only franticly throwing out seaweed, thriftwood, small fishes and the occasional floating enchanted platemail. Still all struggle on the sea paled compared to the wildfire on the horizon.

With the island of Lalotai in sight, Gibran searched for a good landing place. Sadly most spots are burned to the ground or under crossfire. Only after the better half of a hour searching, a moderately safe space comes in sight.
To Gibran's surprise there was already one ship there. Due to the flag, it seems like it's one of the ships starting from the south side of etera.
Deciding to coordinate with the other landed adventures, it's a wonder someone is even there to cooperate with the latecomer Gibran.

After a short explanation of his unusual way of travel, Gibran is asked to help the other adventures evacuating the nearest village.
Using his signature transportation method, Gibran transports mostly elderly and childrens out of harms way. The small village was faster evacuated than anticipated.
Sadly the rescued villagers told Gibran, the family of the brides maid of honor is in a far off village. To far off to safely evacuate them.
In a spontaneous decision, Gibran heads out together with the other adventurers to attack or at least deter the fire elementals from further advancing their chaos.
Gibran will use this opportunity to further familiarize himself with his beloved scorching ray spell. It will be a challenge to overcome fire itself with ray's of blazing fire.
Luckily in a communion to his ancestors, they give him a hint to the hidden nature of elemental spells.
Gibran trusts in Sarenrae to guide him trough this peril.

### Grand Arena of Babel

*22nd of Neth, year 44 IA*

Gibran fighted besides, Morrigan, Liadan, Carnelian Kamalani, Punchy Horse(El Puno Justo), Lucian and Liadan against a bunch of elementals and oozes. The biggest one of all was a collosal skywhale. It was a glorious three round arena fight.

*25th of Calistril, year 45 IA*

Gibran fighted again besides Punchy Horse(El Puno Justo) and some others in a five round fight. Culminating in a grand fight against three copies of a great old one(Xhamen-Dor). Gibran quickly forgot all details about that horrendous fight...

### Lost Soul

*3rd of Abadius, year 45 IA*
Coming soon

### Striking the Behemoth

*12th of Sarenith, year 45 IA*

While still doing his morning prayers, a unusual loud commotion happens at babel's adventuring guild.
After finishing his prayers, Gibran makes slowly his way over to his room at the guild. He arrives there a bit confused about the unusual silence.
A lot of normally loud adventurers are sitting quietly down and seem to try to study. At least at the first glance.
After asking a bit around, Gibran get's the situation explained. It seems like a just arrived message was encoded and the decription was just taking place.
The guild employee normally responsible for everything around messages got annoyed from getting yelled at by a lot of adventures know for getting a bit louder.
So he decided to post the request for adventurer still encoded, leaving it for others to decode. While eating a quick small meal, Gibran decoded enough to understand the situation.
It could be worth a quick morning walk.

To honor the secretcy of the message Gibran prepared and used some small anti divination spells and contingencies.
Also to support their cause further, he gathered a few materials and his tools. Gibran also offered some of the quieter adventures to take them with him.
He politely smiled to the messenger guild employee before casting. While teleporting away, Gibran earned the stern gazes of a lot other adventures...

Trying to not cause any commotions, Gibran choosed a target location still a few minutes walk away from the described meeting point.
After a quick walk, the small group meet the on duty guards of the camp. They exchange of some small passwords and names helped to confirm their identities and getting lead into the camp.
It seems like Gibran arrived a bit early for participating in discussions. After a quick glance over the armory, he shook his head in disappointment.
Most of the weapons and armors were in a bad condition. Still useable, but covered in rust, small bruises or other small disfunctions.
After a deep sigh, Gibran started to work. Smaller stuff was repaired with cantrips and bigger ones with make whole.
Truly beyond repair equipment was salvaged for materials and afterwards made into shining new armor and weapons.

A guard comes along the armory, ready to yell at Gibran. At least until he saw the workspeed of Gibran and his yaw drops down faster than he could draw his weapon.
Shortly afterwards Gibran was finished with his part of the preparation and followed the guard to the discussion place.

For the most part of the discussion, Gibran kept a low profile, not that his morning walk gets extended beyond lunch. For the most part, the participants agree on the main points.
Holding the behemot's movement is necessary, but just attacking it with brute force would be a waste of ressources. Wearing it's constitution takes a lot of time...
Gibran takes that all a bit to long, and just whispers the idea of a giant traphole to his neighbor. Afterwards he just vanishes a bit more into the crowd.
The idea of the trap seems to be suddenly fiercly discussed, but Gibran's mind drifts a bit away.

### Hungering Sand

It's all a haze, who know if this happened at all.

*Intro*

*Junk Cult in the Dump*

*First Time in Blue RIng City*

### Sunken Island Country

*15th to 16th of Pharast, year 48 IA*

With the current world ending crisis still ongoing, Gibran takes up baking up as a small side hobby. What else could keep him sane and a bit distracted in the few hours,
that aren't strictly planned trough for adventuring and crafting magical masterworks each day. Sadly his own efforts regarding his chocolate chip cookies are not fruitful.
While they are perfectly edible, they taste awfully bland. Normal cookie spices are not even close, to give them a good taste. Just as his ideas run out, a portal to a mindscape opens up.

With just enough time to leave the kitchen clothes behind, Gibran hushes trough the portal and finds himself in a great ancient library. To his surprise,
he finds there a lot of draconic and other scaled visitors. Some of them are even mentioned to make unimaginable good banana based baked goods.
Especially the nature close dragons seem to have written down a lot about baking in the books of the library. Gibran can't help himself and skims one or two books about bakery.
Well besides a dozen or two ancient religious textes about the recently risen island. It seems the scaled inhabitants of the library recorded it's history a bit confusing.
With some good old crossreferencing work, there can be drawn the conclusion, that some dragons inhabited the island before it was sealed due to some death cult going out of hands.
Thanks to Gibran's good general knowledge, he also knows that various tectonic activity occured near the island on the mentioned sealing point of the island.
Even before the necessary earthquake to sink the island in the end. In combination with the knowledge of a missing boat from a religious mourning notice,
he sets out in finding that ship wreck. Especially since the mourning notice includes a "especially talented baker, blessed with unimaginable teachings".

After coming back from the library, Gibran quickly sets out for a quick underwater seach. Thank's to a truckload of magical spells and items, the wreck is found quite easily.
Salvaging and raising it, is just a flick of the finger away. Sadly, despite the ship being in top condition again, a lot of it cargo is lost.
There are some parts of a cult chants and matching depictions left. Some half hearted deductions show at least some results. It seems the whole cult is dragon and death based.
Still the whole summoning spells hidden in the chants do not make much sense so far. On the backside of one of the papers, there seems to be a part of a grocery list of some kind.
It mentions some kind of fruit with a crown as a forbidden flavour and some general baking incredients. The face of Gibran got palewhite as he had an epiphany.

Rushing home as quickly as he can, leaving the salvaged ship in the next port for charity work, he needs to try the forbidden flavour.
Still having one of the kingly fruits laying around, he would have never thought of using it for baking. After all, even putting it on a flat bread is considered a crime in some countries.
Gibran cooks like the wind, finishing a new load of cookies in record time. As he tastes the forbidden cookies, a tear rolls down his cheek. It tasted heavenly, but nobody could ever know that he made...
pineapple chocolate cookies!

### Sunken Island Country Raid

*13th of Arodus, year 49 IA*

As the call to help out the expedition came, Gibran was already deep in his usual though process.
There were complex hints of highly theoretical magical theories swirling around in Gibran's head.
Each as hard to grasp as a short string of spider silk floating in a hot summer breeze.
The messenger tried multiple times to speak properly to Gibran, but each of his responses were cut short by another though crossing Gibrans mind.
That at least was the case until a small accident happens. A small unfortunately movement of the messenger and his woven bag gets ripped on a table corner.
While the messenger was still spouting some profanities, Gibran was having an epiphany.
From the outside it looks like Gibran is talking about weaving and helping something...
The already pissed of messenger, just makes a note about Gibran providing baskets for the next expedition to the sunken island.
It's at least something and he doesn't need to deal much longer with thinking Gibran.

After the messenger left to report back, Gibrans recollection of what comes afterwards is wrapped in a thick haze.
All the small strains of theories are beginning to form a weave... It's slowly wrapping into a cylindrical shape...
The bottom is constricting itself to form even more inside. What eldritch secrets are hidden inside of it?
There is only one way to search for them... With the feet forwards, Gibran is entering his mind self into the basket.
Slowly tracing his hand across the inner fabric of the woven strangs of ideas.
While still in trace, Gibran is slowly mumbling to himself: "Weaving everything together makes so much sense..."
Unfaced by even the top closing above him, Gibran is continuing to contemplate about the nature of magic theories as a whole.

Some days later, as another messenger tries to collect the baskets from Gibran, he just sees the piled up freshly woven baskets in Gibrans chambers.
There were woven in all sizes, from tiny to livesize medium creature. The messenger just shrugs and begins to transport the different baskets back to the expedition fleet.
He only struggled with a curious woven basket with no opening. It was the largest and heaviest one of the baskets, still it was part of the shipment.
So the messenger duty full fulfilled the order.

Gibran hasn't been seen in his office since then...
As he wakes up, he is inbetween the cargo of one of the sunken island expedition ships.