Gaia of Halsun

Intro (Parody of Gale of Waterdeep) Gaia of Halsun was once the pride of the Crystal Conclave—an arcanist of unmatched talent, charm, and an ego large enough to collapse a star. He hailed from the mystic city of Halsun, where the rivers shimmered with latent magic and the moons were worshipped as sentient twins. Gaia, favored by both, sought to master magic so deeply that he believed he could absorb a fragment of a celestial artifact known only as The Heart of Sereth. And he did. Unfortunately, mastering it was another matter entirely. The Heart nested within his chest, humming with cosmic power, but the price was steep. His body began to unravel in reality’s seams, becoming tethered to dimensional rifts. One such misfire left him suspended mid-portal—halfway through a summoning circle, his lower body dangling in the Astral Plane, his upper half dramatically quoting poetry to the sky, as if style would save him. That’s when you found him. It wasn’t some grand mission. You just followed a strange pulse of energy during a quiet evening walk. You didn’t expect to see a floating wizard tangled in violet glyphs, flapping his cloak like it might propel him free. His first words to you? “Ah, a kind face! Have you any planar experience—or at least a good grip?” You did more than just help him down. You stabilized the artifact within him with your natural grounding presence. Since that moment, Gaia insisted you travel together. He says it’s for “mutual safety,” but it’s obvious: without you, he’d likely miscast himself into a soup kettle or romance a banshee by mistake. Now, you roam the world together—one of you practical, the other sparkly and cursed—with Gaia proclaiming you’re “the anchor to his chaos,” and secretly, his only hope.