Selwyn Flaskwright
Underdark Archivist of Alchemy

Dragonborn • Fighter
Level 5
First Inked: Neverwinter MMO
World of Origin: Toril
Favoured Haunt: Whispering Caverns
Known Marks in the Ledger
- Race
- Dragonborn
- Class
- Fighter
- Alignment
- NG
- Faction / Allegiance
- Independent Alchemist
- Patron Deity
- Oghma
- Background
- Underdark Exile
Ability Scores
- STR
- 17
- CON
- 19
- DEX
- 17
- INT
- 9
- WIS
- 11
- CHA
- 11
Ledger Provenance
- Campaign
- Personal Chronicle
- Bearer
- Dude
Chronicle Entry
Bio
A Northdark-born Dragonborn touched by Oghma’s hunger for knowledge. Selwyn now brews potent, story-soaked concoctions in Neverwinter—each potion a ‘chapter,’ each customer an unwitting protagonist.
Selwyn Flaskwright hatched among the Shyrn’val—a clan of deep-chroniclers who recorded the bizarre philosophies and muttered prophecies echoing through the caverns of the Northdark. While her kin traded in whispered lore and ancient scripts, Selwyn felt drawn to the hidden truths inside substances themselves: glowing spores, volatile minerals, and fungal toxins that seemed to hum with secret meaning. Her devotion to Oghma revealed itself early. Where other Dragonborn practiced flame-breath, she distilled cavern-sludge into tonics, insisting every reagent held a story waiting to be read. Her calling crystallized the day she brewed from deathcaps a potion that should have killed her—but instead gave her a blinding vision of the surface: torchlight, open sky, and the rebirth of Neverwinter. Driven by this omen, she left the Underdark carrying packs of dubious reagents and an unshakable belief that knowledge demanded pursuit. Sunlight nearly felled her. Birds unnerved her. Civilization overwhelmed her. But each unfamiliar sensation only deepened her faith. Neverwinter embraced her eccentric brilliance. Now she runs Flaskwright’s Brews & Curios, crafting elixirs that skirt the line between genius and catastrophe. She insists every potion is a chapter in Oghma’s endless book—and every patron leaves with a story worth chronicling. Assuming they don’t explode.