Accidental inventor, accidental invention.   Oboron had a boring
childhood, even growing up in Vand. A potter’s son born and
raised, he took over his father’s shop as soon as he passed
away. Over the years, he started to become fascinated with
anything that made fire and more importantly anything that could
go “boom”. Alas, his was an expensive hobby and being a no-name
potter makes little in the way of money. He started pilfering
small amounts of sulfur from the mines nearby and other
alchemical devices from shops and passing caravans to fuel his
curiosity. As he grew so did his skills.  By his twenty-first
birthday, he was carrying away sacks of sulfur whenever he felt
like it with none the wiser. While testing out small packets of
sulfur behind the store he made a bit too big of a boom by
dropping a lit fuse into his sack of sulfur when a squirrel
landed on his head and started scratching his face for
disturbing its rest. A passing wizard overheard all of the
commotion and decided to investigate. Being int