Born to wealth in Leryn, Gorman di Wulfe always showed great interest in the scholarly path. He eventually became a fine student at Merywyn Academy, where he narrowed his focus to alchemy. After leaving the academy, he returned to Leryn to join the Order of the Golden Crucible.
Born to wealth in Leryn, Gorman di Wulfe always showed great interest in the scholarly path. He eventually became a fine student at Merywyn Academy, where he narrowed his focus to alchemy. After leaving the academy, he returned to Leryn to join the Order of the Golden Crucible.
It eventually became obvious that Gorman was manufacturing proscribed poisons and explosives as well as dangerous concoctions of his own invention. His Crucible master confronted him with these accusations, informing him that he must cease his illicit manufacture or be expelled from the order. Di Wulfe at first denied the allegations, but following an accidental detonation that rocked Leryn and incinerated his laboratory the alchemist quietly slipped out of the city and never looked back.
Driven to continue his research at any cost, Gorman sought any available funding to pursue his passion. He labored for a while in the back of an illicit pharmacy in Five Fingers, supplying the criminals of that city with dangerous potions. Then in Khardov he was implicated in a factory fire that cost a local kayazy a sizable portion of its fortune. Later his name was associated with a short-lived Umbrean separatist movement, but by the time its leaders were executed in Llael, di Wulfe was long gone.
Di Wulfe eventually began supplying experimental arms to mercenary companies. His increasingly dark reputation ensured that only the most desperate sought his services, which suited Gorman just fine—desperate men pay higher wages and ask fewer questions. It wasn’t long, however, before his mercenary affiliations eventually gave him a taste for bloodshed.
Gorman had gone to make a delivery only to find his employers in full rout. Swept up in the conflict, di Wulfe turned on their pursuers and unleashed all the alchemical firepower in his arsenal. Though his intervention was too little to turn the tide, something stirred within him. He had found his true calling: mingling theory with dynamic application.
Turning his obsession, dedication, and inexhaustible energies toward a new end, Gorman began selling his services to kings and tyrants alike. Now he stalks the battlefield cloaked in obscuring magic, laying waste to anything in his path. A disconcerting figure even to those fighting alongside him, the alchemist can be heard laughing against the cacophony of war.
Gorman di Wulfe has a reputation for mayhem even by mercenary standards. Unconcerned with ethics or patriotism, he will work for any paying employer who does not balk at the prospect of experimental alchemicals. Despite the unquestionable effectiveness of the rogue alchemist, some commanders hesitate to employ him. Strange and terrible accidents have a way of following in his wake . . . especially to those who have slighted him.