Bonus - Frederica Bernstein

a little bit of bonus content,

Recently, I was invited to a campaign in the Eberron setting, and finally, I found a DM who would allow me to play this subclass that I've been wanting to play. Introducing, Frederica Bernstein~!

No, not the person on the right, that's my familiar, she's THE GUN. I finally found the opportunity to play a Warlock Subclass, The Banished Gunsmith Patron, from the bonus content of "Compendium of Forgotten Secret: Awakening" called "Compendium of Soulforged Artifacts" by William Hudson King (Genuine Fantasy Press). It is one of the three 'Sentient Item' subclasses in that chapter, and for 'Divine Relic' for the cleric, 'Living Weapon' for the Sorcerer, and 'Gun' for the Warlock.

So I'll be playing as the gun wielded by my Familiar, Silver, who pretends to be me as I'm going to puppet it and speak through minor illusion (as it can't speak) XD

I'm gonna try to keep the facade from the other player as long as possible~

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Frederica Bernstein

• Banished Gunsmith Warlock.

• Half-Elf Sun Elf Descent.

• Criminal Background

When Frederica Bernstein woke, she couldn't move, nor could she feel her body. The first thing her eyes fell upon was a gallows.

Her mind was a whirlwind of fragmented memories. She remembered her name. She remembered who she was. Frederica Bernstein—an artificer, archaeologist, and scholar. A graduate of the Arcanix, dedicated to studying ancient relics. She recalled being an ambitious young Half-Elf, setting up a small workshop in Fairhaven, eager to unlock secrets lost to time—secrets that modern magic and technology could not grasp. But she also remembered the struggle. Despite her passion and knowledge, securing funding for her research, expeditions, and excavations proved difficult. The world’s focus had shifted to the cutting-edge technologies of the day, leaving the past to fade into obscurity. In her desperation, she had turned to smuggling, trafficking artifacts to nobles, collectors, and even cultists. The underworld had become her domain, as she dealt with criminals and dark organizations to make ends meet. She remembered her two apprentices, Karna and Siera—young minds she had taken in, raised, and taught. They had begged her to stop getting involved with such dangerous people, but she had been too far gone to listen.

Yet, even now, she could not remember why she had needed the money so badly. Her memory was a blank when it came to the final days of her life. The last thing she could recall was working in her workshop, the constant complaints of Karna and Siera echoing in her ears, followed by Siera's reprimands. And then... everything went dark.

There was only the sensation of pain—agonizing pain, the feeling of struggling and the suffocating numbness that followed. The next thing she knew, she had awoken to find herself lying on the cold, muddy ground beneath a gallows. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t feel her body. She couldn’t even feel her eyes, though she could see everything around her. Covered in dirt and grime, a single ornate firearm, now the prison that held her soul.

Time passed in an unsettling blur. She was found by someone, traded from one hand to another, passed through countless collections. And then, at last, she found herself in Sharn. As the years wore on, Frederica—now trapped in her new form—slowly accepted her condition. Her new body seemed to harbor an unusual kind of magic, one she had never before encountered. After years of simply lying in wait, displayed or used by various owners, she finally gathered enough power to control the hands that touched her. Over time, she even summoned a familiar—a creature she could command, a physical extension of herself.

With this newfound ability, she adopted a new identity: Silver, an adventurer and fixer, known to some as "The Silver Bullet" in the bustling streets of Sharn. Yet, despite her success, the same restless curiosity gnawed at her. The questions that had once driven her—who had done this to her? What had happened in those lost days? And, most urgently, why did she feel the overwhelming sense that something was coming? Something terrible. Frederica couldn’t shake the feeling that this was where she was meant to be. A deep, unshakable sense of dread told her that her past and her present were converging. Whatever lay ahead, it would bring answers—but it would also bring something far worse.

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As a bonus, the files are available for everyone~ :D