No portraits here either. Just the inventory of a man who has apparently never once needed to throw anything away.
What he's actually carrying, for whatever that's worth at this level.
Fully charged.
(Because, well, 78th level, so… yeah.)
Caster Level 10th, 78 charges.
(A very modest little wand for a man who calculates blizzard radii in miles.)
Caster Level 10th, 62 charges.
(Technically beneath him. He keeps it anyway, out of nostalgia.)
Empty. Absorbs up to 50 spell levels.
(Empty because nobody has landed a spell on him worth absorbing in decades.)
His actual melee weapon of choice.
(For reasons no one has ever successfully asked him to explain.)
All of it, technically optional.
(Supplementary. The real armor is being smarter than everyone in the room, permanently.)
(A rounding error, statistically.)
(Mostly worn for the silhouette.)
(So that "where is he right now" remains, permanently, a rhetorical question.)
Doubles 3rd-level spell slots.
(A tier of magic he hasn't personally had to think about in half a century.)
(Arguably redundant. Also, arguably, the entire point.)
(He could just fly outright. He wears these instead, out of manners.)
Everything else a lifetime this long tends to accumulate.
(Contains, among other things, several centuries of receipts.)
(Mostly used to check in on Taven. He would never admit that.)
(A spare, in case he somehow runs out. He has not, in recorded history, run out.)
1× Greater Teleport, 1× Disintegrate, 1× Globe of Invulnerability, 3× blank high-quality spell scrolls.
(The blank ones are about the closest thing to unfinished business he still carries.)
4× Potion of Extra-Healing (3d8+5), 2× Potion of Invisibility, 1× Potion of Speed.
(Kept more out of habit than need, at this point.)
42,000 gp in mixed coin, rare gems, and magical treatises.
(Pocket change, by his own standards.)