Said the Tortoise to the Dormouse
An aging watchmaker with many regrets, Edgar finds himself in Wonderland in the form of the White Rabbit.
Dex 16 (10 normal)
Con 10 (8 normal)
Size: Small (Medium normal)
Speed: 35 ft (20 normal)
Appraise: 8 fine detail)
Sense Motive: +0
Sleight of Hand: +4
Use Magic Device: +6
Use Rope: +2
Move Silently: +4
Spare parts x10
Due to time spent in Wonderland, Edgar’s pocket-watch has become a Moral Compass. It grants him the ability to use Detect Good and Evil at will with a range of 60ft (needs line of sight).
“Normal” attribues in the stat block indicate stats used when Edgar is not in Wonderland.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Too familiar is the sound. From childhood, you knew it intimately, as your father kept you from school to show you the inner workings of his German pocket watch, just as his father before him had done.
He was a stern man; yet he never did harm by you. He cared about his watches- of course he did. It was the business. And some day it would be yours. The only thing you detested was his strictness of schedule. Before you did anything- work or play- you had to assemble his watch. But sometimes the tick wasn’t quite right. So you had to do it again. Again and again.
When you were late for your senior prom because of that watch, it was an injustice you couldn’t take. Finally you told him: to Hell with his damned watches! You stormed out of his house. You slept in the park that night.
That night his heart gave out.
You never really thought you felt guilty. You didn’t really blame yourself. You just went on living. But maybe that’s why, in the end, you abandoned your degree and took up his mantle. The clock was inescapable. You made the clocks run again. You fixed time.
And so you fixed the watches. Built clocks. Ran the business.
You never really had a lasting relationship. The closest you came was with Karen, but that was so long ago. You just let her go, and got back to work. There was always work to be done. And for a man that dealt in time, there never seemed to be any of it left for you.
It went by so fast. Too fast. You’re an old man, now. In a house of clocks. Alone. Sometimes you wish you had done something else. Anything else. But every day, you open the shop. Every day, you disassemble the same watch. And slowly, surely, you put it back together. And you know, with a sense of quiet dignity, your time will soon be running out.