Shattered Sea Chronicles Rogues Gallery

For the Shattered Sea Chronicles PbP campaign

[sblock=Description]He is of average height and weight with deep hazel eyes and bald.
He is often clad in loose fitting travel robes with his light crossbow strung
across his back. The bolts for his practically unused weapon hang freely on his
waist, tucked well behind his robes. Though he convincingly gives the
appearance of an arcane wielder he is truly anything but. [/sblock][sblock=Background]Besides being with no hair Pauli looks like just like any ordinary
human, however it is his mannerisms that give him away. He once was a human,
though he has no memory of his past life. At the age of 14 he was found on
the door steps of the Academy unconscious and with no memory of how he got
there or who he was. Being standard policy within the Academy the school
tenderly took him as one of there own even though the Academy’s Scholars
debated the wisdom of that decision for many months. For it is highly unlike
the Elan’s to abandon one of their kind like this plus given the highly
rigorous trails of becoming an Elan it is even rare to find one of such a
young age. None the less Pauli was taken in by the Academy Administration
where eventually he was accept and tutored in ‘The Way’. [/sblock][sblock=Stats] [/sblock][sblock=Powers] [/sblock]

Nicklas "Redbeard" Norstrom

“Redbeard” Norstrom
Druid 3
XP: 250

Str 10 (+0)
Dex 12 (+1)
Con 14 (+2)
Int 14 (+2)
Wis 16 (+3)
Cha 8 (-1)

Size: Medium
HP: 23
BAB: +2
Init: +1
Move: 20’ (medium load, 64/66, -3acp)

AC: 16 (+2 armor, +2 shield, +1 Dex, +1 NA)
Saves:
Fortitude: +5
Reflex: +2
Will: +6

Attacks:
Melee: +2 Scimitar, 1d6, 18-20/x2, 4lb
Melee: +2 Club, 1d6, 20/x2, 10’, 3lb
Melee: +3 MW Dagger, 1d4, 19-20x2, 1lb
Ranged: +4 MW Dagger, 1d4, 19-20x2, 1lb
Ranged: +3 Shortspear, 1d6, 20/x2, 20’, 3lb


Feats:
Track
Spell Focus(conjuration)
Augment Summoning

Skills (bonus/ranks):
Concentration (+8/6)
Handle Animal (+9/6)
Knowledge(Nature) (+9/5)
Listen (+9/6)
Spellcraft (+6/4)
Spot (+9/6)
Survival (+11/6)
Swim (+4/2)
Profession(Cook) (+5/2)
Profession (Sailor) (+5/2)

Languages Known:
Common
Elven
Dwarven
Druidic

Class Features:
Animal Companion
Nature Sense (+2 on Knowledge(nature) and survival checks, included)
Wild Empathy (Adjust attitude of animal +2, like diplomacy)
Woodland Stride (may move through natural undergrowth at full speed without damage)
Trackless step (may not be tracked in a natural setting, can be choose to leave tracks)
Spells

[sblock=Ralph]
Medium Animal
HD: 4d8+8(26hp)
Init: +3
Speed: 40ft
AC: 21 (+2 Armor, +3 dex, +6natural), Touch: 13, FF: 18
BAB/Grapple: 3/+6
Attack: Bite +6 melee (1d6+4)
Special Attacks: Trip
Special Qualities: Low-light vision, Scent, Link, Share spells, Evasion
Saves: F: +6 R: +7 W: +2
Abilities: Str: 16, Dex: 16, Con: 15, Int: 2, Wis: 12, Chr: 6
Skills: Jump: +9, Listen: +6, Spot: +6, Swim: +3, Survival: +1*
Feats: Alertness, Track(B), Dodge

Skills: Riding dogs have a +4 bonus on Jump checks and a +4 racial bonus on Survival checks when tracking by scent, not included above.

Trip: When Ralph hits with a bite attack he may make a free trip attempt without making the initial touch attack or provoking an AoO at a +3 bonus. If he fails, the opponent may not attempt to trip Ralph back.[/sblock]

Racial Features:
Bonus feat
1 extra skill point per level/ four points at first

Spells4/3/2)
0: light, cure minor wounds, cure minor wounds, cure minor wounds
1: cure light wounds, entangle, produce flame
2: Creeping cold, Summon Swarm

Equipment:
Leather armor, 15lb
Heavy wooden shield, 10lb
Club, 3lb
Scimitar, 4lb
2 MW daggers, 2lb
2 Shortspears, 6lb
Longspear, 9lb
Backpack, 2lb
Bedroll, 5lb
Explorers outfit
Waterskin, 4lb
Whetstone, 1lb
Holly and mistletoe
2 Sunrods, 2lb
2 Belt Pouches, 1lb
Pearl of power(lv 1)
277gp, 21sp, 18cp

[sblock=background]Born on the northern coast of Avonleigh, Nicklas “Redbeard” Norstrom was made fun of as a kid because he was a little overweight. Nicklas spent a lot of time playing by himself in the wilderness, so the other children wouldn’t tease him. He became a skilled tracker and he knew the patterns and kinds of animals. His father was a sailor and sometimes Nicklas would join his father on fishing trips down the coast. He loved everything about the sea, the smell, the wind, and the freedom. Eventually, the druids of the Tremblewood took notice of the chubby young boy on fishing vessel and talked to the boy’s parents. Nicklas’s parents were concerned for their boy, because of his weight, and lack of any friends besides some squirrels and deer. They hoped that living and training with the druids would toughen their son up a little bit, make him loose a little weight, and maybe he’d make some friends. Nicklas was happy to go, other than his parents he wouldn’t really leave anyone else behind. He would miss the sea though. Nicklas departed to go to the druids of the Oaken Circle. Nicklas often heard the stories of the druids that fought the drow, deep in darkest parts of the Tremblewood. Nicklas never saw combat however, he wasn’t strong enough for melee combat. It was near the end of his training and almost May, so Nicklas’s main teacher, Lee, decided the two of them would travel together to Stonegate, to make his graduation official.[/sblock]
[sblock=appearance/personality] Redbeard is short and overweight at 5’8” and 215lbs. His blonde hair is goes to just past his shoulders and is not kept clean. Likewise, his unruly red beard is long(about 6”)and unkempt. Redbeard is not the strongest man around, and he is still quite encumbered from his journey from the Tremblewood. If seen carrying all his gear, he is sweating profusely, red in the face, and gasping for breath. The smell of an unclean body, pine needles, and the earth follows him around. An eagle, whom he calls Polly, sits on his shoulder. When traveling, Nicklas likes to forage in the wilds, he is a pretty good cook, and would prefer eat that to having trail rations. He is patient, willing to take his time doing almost anything, except eat, this eat does rather quickly.[/sblock]

Broderick Bvarizak

Background
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Broderick was a blacksmith’s son. Rogun raised his son in the tradition of the great dwarven blacksmiths. The problem was however that Rogun Bvarizak had moved to the city of Stonegate many years ago when Broderick was just a lad with a few hairs on his chin. Rogun was a skilled craftsman and a canny merchant and did very well in the city. Broderick went back to the Dwarven holds every week to spend time with his maternal grandfather, Dunrick Thurnsgard, and pay homage to his ancestors in the Great Hall. Broderick was learning the family trade and was serving his apprenticeship as a blacksmith. Years passed and though Broderick was becoming a skilled craftsman, his progress was not what Rogun expected from his son. One day he discovered why. During his visits with his grandfather Dunrick, Broderick had been learning to fight. Dunrick was a dwarven warrior, and while smithing is a noble profession, and well respected among dwarves, Dunrick saw within Broderick the spark of a warrior, not a craftsman. Dunrick has been secretly training the lad and Broderick had also been sparing with local mercenaries, learning what he could from them in exchange for repairing their weapons and armor.

Broderick was ashamed by his actions and awaited his father’s judgement. Instead of anger though Broderick was met with kindness. “This is not your fault my son, I took you from the Holds before you were of age to have your talents tried by the Elders. Seeing you now I know that within you beats not the heart of a blacksmith, but a warrior. You have your grandfather’s heart and your hands were meant for an axe, not a hammer. It is time that you moved on, your apprenticeship as a blacksmith is over.”

Appearance:
Broderick is a relatively young dwarf. His black hair is braided into a single braid in the back and his beard forms two braids as the warriors back home keep theirs. His youth and eagerness lead him to some early trouble that his father wasn’t pleased about, but years of hammering in the forge have given him strong arms which should serve him well.
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Character
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Johanna

Name: Johanna of Birka
Race: Human (Jotun)
Class/level: Barbarian 1/Fighter 2
Alignment: CG

Description: Johanna is a tall, athletically built young woman, standing just about 5’11”, and weighing about 175 pounds. Like most Jotun-folk, she has blond hair and light colored eyes (green in her case, rather than the typical blue-grey). She wears her hair long and tied back in a single thick braid- years of exposure to sun and salt air have made her hair rather coarse and dull. Like most Jotun-folk, she has a pale complexion- no matter how much sun she gets, she cannot seem to tan. While she is fairly attractive, her features are too sharp and stern for true beauty. Her voice, however, is quite pleasant, with a husky quality like the purr of a great cat.

Johanna prefers to dress plainly- her garb is chosen for comfort and ease of movement, not fashion. She usually wears loose-fitting trousers tucked into soft boots, a loose-cut shirt, and a wide sash belt. When she is expecting trouble (which is, in fact, most of the time), she adds a finely made shirt of darkened mail and a pair of heavy spiked gauntlets. She often wears a wide-brimmed hat, and the heavy oiled-leather longcoat of a sailor rather than a normal cloak. She also goes heavily armed- in addition to her gauntlets, she carries several knives, a quiver of light javelins, and possibly other weaponry. Her most important possession, though, is her greatsword- she occasionally calls it her “best friend”.

Personality: Johanna is tough and independent young woman- she is eager to see the world, and to earn a name for herself- even if she is the only one who sings of it. Unfortunately, among the people of Jotun, the path of the warrior is very much the domain of men. Johanna usually deals with this by allowing free rein to her reckless and brash nature, even playing up this side of her personality when she feels the need- she basically pretends to be a bit “crazy”. She talks to her sword, and she sings war songs while in combat (and sailor’s sea chanties when in town). Those who spend much time with her soon learn that this recklessness is at least partially an act- while she is brash and impulsive, she isn’t insane.

Johanna’s great aspiration is to be a famous warrior-bard like her grandfather. While she enjoys fighting, it is hardly her only pleasure in life. She strives to be a good and loyal companion to her friends, and a dauntless and savage force in battle. She also enjoys singing and learning old tales, though her training as a skald has only begun.


History: [sblock]
History: Johanna of Birka:

Johanna Esricsdottir has not let what one would call an easy life, and in truth she would have it no other way- an “easy” life would be boring, and there would be no hint of glory in it. Johanna’s father Esric was, like many men of Jotun, a sailor by trade- and more often than not a pirate and a raider, rather than an honest merchant sailor. Johanna’s mother Amera was a woman that Esric met on one of his voyages- she was neither captive nor victim, but rather a Helmanoran refugee who bartered passage aboard Esric’s ship in return for her services as a healer. By the end of the voyage Amera and Esric had fallen in love, and since she had no desire to return to Helmanor, the pair settled (albeit temporarily) at Esric’s home in the Jotun port city of Birka. In less than a year, they had a daughter- Johanna. As the time went by, though, Esric found he had no real aptitude or fondness for any common trade- the lure of the sea drew him, and the lure of quick profits earned with a sword. On some level, he also wanted to escape the shadow of his own famous father, the warrior-bard Ulric Wolfsong. Esric was the last of his ten sons, and by far the least famous, and that fact chafed him bitterly- he wanted to be feared and loved as his father was, and the stolid life of a common tradesman held no such rewards. And since he could not sing, nor memorize the lore-chants, Esric was determined to win his favor as well as his fortune by the sword.

As it happened, Amera was no docile hearth wife, and she was in no way content to wait dutifully at home while her husband roamed the seas. So she left their daughter with some of Esric’s kin, and went to sea once more as well. At least this way, she figured, she could use her healing gifts to keep Esric alive in his desperate drive for glory. As it turned out, she was wrong- while their first voyage was successful enough, their second trip was a disaster from start to finish. It ended, in fact, with their ship sinking in a howling gale- everyone aboard perished, including both Esric and Amera.

Johanna was left behind to be raised as an orphan in the household of one of her father’s many brothers. Walric had a grouchy wife, and quite a few children of his own- he had little time or charity for his niece. Johanna was forced to fend for herself most of the time, and to scrap with her “siblings” more often than not- quick of hand and a naturally fierce fighter even at an early age, she often came out on top in these childish “battles”. She was also treated little better than the house thralls by her adoptive “mother”. Her sole form of entertainment stemmed from listening to the recitations of the many bards who passed through Walric’s household- while he also had no trace of his father’s gifts, he did have a keen ear for a good tale or a well-performed song. While Johanna liked the tunes and songs themselves, it was really their message which called to her- the thought that, with valiant deeds and a strong arm, even those of the most humble station could earn fortune and fame.

As Johanna grew older, matters around the house grew even less pleasant- as she and her “siblings” grew up, their little fights began to grow more serious, and actual injuries began to occur. This was especially problematic for Johanna, as her “brothers” were receiving the formal combat training that nearly all male Jotun youth get, and she was not- she fought with speed and ferocity alone.

All of that changed on one cold winter day. Johanna awoke to find the household already in an uproar that morning- Walric’s father, the famous warrior bard, had left his desolate island home for the first time in a dozen years, and he was visiting all of his offspring. Some said the old man was dying and saying his farewells. They were wrong… While Walric and his family were preparing for Ulric’s arrival, Johanna was assigned a place with the servants. And the servants, of course, had no desire to have their smoothly honed routines upset by such rough help when the occasion was so important- so they let Johanna wander off unattended. She found herself alone, walking through the woods around Walric’s homestead- she even made an adventure of it, selecting a rough tree branch as a sword, and singing one of her favorite heroic sagas as she tramped through the trees, crudely acting out the battles in each part of the song. She didn’t even notice the cloaked figure passing by on the secluded road, and she certainly did not notice how he stopped to listen for a few moments before continuing on his way.

That cloaked figure was, of course, her grandfather Ulric Wolfsong- despite his age and his renown he often preferred to travel in such an anonymous fashion. He was still vigorous enough to defend himself, and as a bard he often saw or learned more than he might if he traveled with a fancy entourage. As it turned out, he was not visiting his children to say goodbye- he was searching for yet another apprentice, and he was checking to see if any of his rather numerous offspring had any children with “the Gift”. He was quite disappointed with Walric’s brood, though- while a few of them had the makings of fine warriors, none of them had a shred of bardic talent. The girl he had heard on the woods road had far more ability- while she was obviously untrained, he could sense her potential. And while taking a female apprentice was practically unheard of among the skalds of Jotun, Ulric was hardly the sort of man to feel bound by convention. It took a bit of investigating to discover who the girl was, but Ulric was quite up to the task- and when he found out that she was in fact, his own orphaned granddaughter he was quite delighted. Walric and his family were much less pleased, obviously, but none of them was foolish enough to argue with the old man. Ulric left a day later with Johanna in tow.

The two of them traveled for a few days, and as they did, Ulric tested the girl, learning of her past, and of the measure of her gifts. While she had almost no formal education, she did have an appreciation for the old songs. And her voice, still raw and undeveloped, had great potential. Her temper had potential as well- the potential for trouble… Still, she was far better than any of his other grandchildren, and Ulric realized he had trained worse students- he even appreciated a little bit of a challenge.

Ulric and Johanna returned to his island home, and her training began in earnest. While Ulric coached her in the bardic arts, his household guardsmen (all three of them) trained her as a warrior. While most Jotuns would be appalled to see a woman trained with a man’s weapons, these men were no more conventional than their master was, and they knew that a true skald was as much a warrior as a singer. To her grandfather’s disappointment, Johanna fared far better with her martial training than she did with her bardic education. She was simply too wild, too unfocused. Ulric had seen this problem before, though, and he knew the solution for it.

For a few years, he simply allowed her training to progress- even without the proper focus needed for a truly great student, Johanna was still learning something of the bardic arts. More importantly, though, she was growing up physically and her combat training was proceeding quite well. By her mid-teens she was tall for a woman (even among the Jotun), and her gangly adolescent frame was beginning to fill out as well. Her voice was also maturing, a fact that pleased Ulric quite a bit (it showed that his opinion of her potential was not too far off after all).

Finally, though, the time had come. On Johanna’s seventeenth birthday, Ulric announced that the first part of his apprenticeship as a skald was over. He would train her no more- for now. Instead he insisted that she go out into the wider world for a few years, to experience the sorts of things one could never learn in formal training. When she had wandered and explored for a few years, she was to return, and her training could enter the next stage.

Johanna was both disappointed and exhilarated. While at some level she felt that she had failed in her grandfather's eyes, she also longed to see the world. He had not cast her out entirely, after all- he wanted her to come back, after she had seen and experienced what the world had to offer. It would mean more to sing of great battles when one had actually fought in such struggles, and one could not sing properly of the green hills of Avonleigh without having seen them for real.

With her grandfather's influence, it was easy for Johanna to sign up as a novice sailor aboard a Jotun trading ship. She proved an indifferent sailor, though, and she was quite glad when the ship arrived at its first port of call- a small harbor in northern Avonleigh. The ship's captain had business in Stonegate, and he took a few of the crew with him for the trip inland- Johanna was one of those selected. It might have been because the captain actually wanted her to see the sights, but it might also have been because he feared the trouble she might have caused if left to stew aboard the ship...[/sblock]



Game stats:

STR 15 (+2) (8 pts)
DEX 14 (+2) (6 pts)
CON 12 (+1) (4 pts)
INT 12 (+1) (4 pts)
WIS 8 (-1) (0 pts)
CHA 14 (+2) (6 pts)
((28 total))

Human female
Barbarian 1/Fighter 2
Hit points(max) 31 (12/6/10+3 CON)
Hit points (current, as of 5/29/07) 31
Armor class 17 (touch 12; flatfooted 15) (Armor +5, DEX +2)
Melee attack: +5 (+3 BAB, +2 STR)
Missile attack: +5 (+3 BAB, +2 DEX)
XP: 4050 (300, OOC post 75 +300, OOC post 82 +50, OOC post 86 +600, OOC post 105 +500, IC post 241 +2100, OOC post 175 +200, OOC post 193)

Fortitude +6 (Base +2+3; +1 CON)
Reflex +2 (Base +0; +2 DEX)
Will -1 (Base +0; -1 WIS)
Languages: Jotun (native), Dwarven (INT bonus), Avonleigh (Speak language 1)

Feats: 1. Combat reflexes (1st level)
2. Endurance (bonus feat as human)
3. Power attack (Fighter 1 bonus)
4. Extra rage (level 3)
5. Weapon focus-greatsword (Ftr 2 bonus)




Skills (level/skill//points/rank/+att); (4 class +1 INT +1 racial= 6 x4= 24 sp initial, +4 at lvl2, +4 at lvl3)
+5/Climb//+3/3/STR +2 (+4 in armor)
+3/Gather information (cc)//+2/1/CHA +2
+6/Intimidate//+4/4/CHA +2
+5/Jump//+3/3/STR +2 (+4 in armor)
+2/Knowledge- geography (cc)//+2/1/INT +1
+2/Knowledge- local (Jotun) (cc)//+2/1/INT +1
+1/Listen//+2/2/WIS -1
+3/Perform- singing (cc)//+3/1.5/CHA +2
+0/Profession- sailor (cc)//+2/1/WIS -1
+0/Sense motive (cc)//+2/1/WIS -1
+1/Speak language (cc)//+2/1/(n/a)
+0/Survival//+1/1/WIS -1
+4/Swim//+2/2/STR +2 (actual score depends on encumbrance)
+3/Use rope (cc)//+2/1/DEX +2




Racial traits (human):
- +1 extra feat at level 1
- +1 skill point per level (+4 at level 1)
- Favored class: any

Class abilities:
+Fast movement +10'
+Rage: 3x per day, lasts 6 rounds (1x base, +2 for feat)

Equipment list
MW Greatsword (attack +7, damage 2d6+3, 2-handed/slashing)
Spiked gauntlets x2
Daggers x2
Morningstar
Darts x8 (missile +5, damage 1d4+2, range increment 20')
Capped quiver (holds 10 darts)
+1 Chain shirt (AC +5, check -1)

Explorer’s outfit
Traveler’s outfit (spare)
Backpack
Flint and steel
Waterskin
Belt pouch
Trail rations (6 days)
Bedroll
Whetstone
Crowbar
Wood ax (for utility chopping, not fighting)
Flask of alchemists fire (x2)
Tindertwig (x2)

691 gp, 14 sp, 13 cp available cash
Potion of CLW x2 (caster level unknown)
Potion of Bulls Strength x2 (CL 3)

LEVEL 2 Updates summary [sblock]
Level added: Fighter 1
HP +6 (d10), +1 CON= +7 total
Skill points +4 (Climb +1, Intimidate +1, Jump +1, Swim +1)
Fighter bonus feat: Power attack[/sblock]

Level 3 update summary [sblock]
Level added: Fighter 2
HP +10 (d10), +1 CON= +11 total
Skill points +4 (Climb +1, Intimidate +1, Jump +1, Perform (singing) +1cc= 0.5 ranks)
Level 3 feat: Extra rage (complete warrior)
Fighter 2 bonus feat: Weapon focus: greatsword
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Larren
Human Cleric 3 (entropy)
XP 3190

STR 10
DEX 14
CON 12
INT 12
WIS 15
CHA 12

HP 20
AC 18 (touch 12, flat-footed 16)
BAB +2 (melee +2, ranged +4, grapple +2)
Init +2
Fort +4
Ref +3
Will +6
AL CG

Skills
Spellcraft +7 (6 ranks +1 Int)
Hide +8 (6 ranks, +2 Dex, class skill because of Trickery domain)
Concentration +7 (6 ranks + 1 Con)
Bluff +7 (6 ranks, +1 Cha, class skill because of Trickery domain)

Feats/Abilities
Dodge
Point Blank Shot
Precise Shot
Turn Undead 4/day
Spontaneous cure

Magic
Domains - Chaos, Trickery
4/3+1/2+1 per day, at DC 13 + spell level
Standard Spell Preparation:
orisons -- detect magic, light, inflict minor wounds, detect poison
1rst -- inflict light wounds, command, disguise self, summon monster I
2nd -- inflict moderate wounds, hold person, invisibility

Equipment:
Morningstar
Light crossbow w/50 bolts
Breastplate
Light wooden shield
Wooden holy symbol
Flask of acid
5 days' trail rations
Bedroll
Flint and steel
Waterskin
115 gp, 8 sp, 8 cp

Appearance
Larren is seventeen years old, and has the look of someone who has just become a
man. He is fresh-faced with his eyes darting everywhere, trying to take in the sights. He
was brown hair tied in a pony tail, and green eyes which betray nothing. Larren wears fancy
or at least odd dress whenever he can.

Personality
Larren is impulsive and loves to cause trouble -- never enough to hurt anyone, but just enough to shake things up. He has a short attention span and a shorter temper. He lives for pleasure, and has never been known to turn down indulgences. Despite this, he has a strong moral core, and is against the opression of anyone. Larren believes that everyone should be able to pursue their own pleasures, and do whatever they want to be happy.

Background
Larren was born and raised in a small island town on the Shattered Sea. Almost as soon as he could walk, he was causing trouble, pulling pranks and stealing small trinkets. He normally managed to get away, or talk his way out of being punished. Nevertheless, his mischief worried his parents, who sent him to be trained as a priest. Larren was bored and routinely misbehaved, and was making little progress as a cleric of Virtue. His mentor, a wise man by the name of Decius, recognized his chaotic bent and allowed a friend of his to train him.

This friend was Thorentil, a disciple of Entropy. He instantly took Larren under his wing, recognizing more than a bit of himself in the youth. As he learned, Larren became devoted to Entropy, not just as a lifestyle but as a principle. He became a full cleric, calling on the
powers of the Principle to help him spread his message and help people be free. Thorentil will soon end the apprenticeship, tossing Larren -- still chaotic and immature, but now with a message -- out into the world.

Jillian Wolfrunner : Female Elf Rogue 3

[sblock]Name: Jillian Wolfrunner
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Class: Rogue
Level: 3
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 131
Height: 5’-4”
Weight: 102#

Str 12 (+1)
Dex 16 (+3)
Con 10 (+0)
Int 14 (+2)
Wis 14 (+2)
Cha 10 (+0)

AC: 17 (+3 Dex, +4 armor)
Touch: 13
Flatfooted: 14
Initiative: +3
Speed: 30 ft
ACP: +0
BAB: +2
Max. Hit Points: 14
Current Hit Points: 14

Racial Abilities: Immunity to magic sleep effects, and a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells or effects; low-light vision, weapon proficiency, +2 racial bonus on Listen, Search, and Spot checks.

Class Abilities: Sneak attack +2d6, trapfinding, evasion, trap sense +1.

Saves:
Fortitude +1 (base 1, +0 Con)
Reflex +5 (base 3, +3 Dex)
Will +3 (base 1, +2 Wis)

Weapons:
MW Longsword +4 melee 1d8+1 dmg 19-20 x2 S
Longbow +5 ranged 1d8 dmg x3 100ft P

Feat: Nimble Fingers, Stealthy

Skills:
Balance +11 (6 ranks, +3 Dex, +2 synergy)
Disable Device +12 (6 ranks, +2 Int, +2 feat, +2 tools)
Hide +11 (6 ranks, +3 Dex, +2 feat)
Listen +10 (6 ranks, +2 Wis, +2 race)
Move Silently +16 (6 ranks, +3 Dex, +2 feat, +5 boots)
Open Lock +13 (6 ranks, +3 Dex, +2 feat, +2 tools)
Search +10 (6 ranks, +2 Int, +2 race)
Sleight of Hand +9 (6 ranks, +3 Dex)
Spot +10 (6 ranks, +2 Wis, +2 race)
Tumble +9 (6 ranks, +3 Dex)

Languages Known: Common, Elven, Draconic, Goblin

Encumbrance: 43# Light; 86# Medium; 130# Heavy; 260# Lift; 650# Drag

Possessions & Current Wealth
Traveler’s Outfit (worn)
Mithral Shirt (10#, worn)
Boots of Elvenkind (1#, worn)
MW Longsword (4#, belt)
Longbow (3#, shoulder)
Quiver of 17 Arrows (2.7#, shoulder)
Belt Pouch (0.5#, belt)
MW Thieves’ Tools (2#, pouch)
Treasure (1pp, 1gp, 1sp, 1cp, pouch)
Backpack (2#, back)
3 Sunrods (3#, backpack)
50ft of Silk Rope (5#, backpack)
Quiver of 20 Arrows (3#, backpack)
2 Flasks of Alchemist’s Fire (2#, backpack)
1# of Soap (1#, backpack)
Sheet of Parchment (backpack)
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Total (39.2#, light)

History: Originally from Lareathorn, Jillian grew up with her older sister and brother, who were twins. Their parents had been faithful members of the Orders of the Gryphon and Unicorn. So it came as no surprise that upon their coming of age, her brother joined the Order of the Gryphon like their father and her sister joined Order of the Unicorn like their mother. Their parents had hoped that Jillian would follow her older sister’s lead and petition for membership in the Order of the Unicorn. However, she had other plans for her life. So, just before she was due to come of age, she stowed away on a departing ship. For the next fifteen years Jillian traveled from island to island until she came upon the Festival of Renewal in Stonegate. This has been her sixth festival. Each year she waits for the festival to begin and then looks for those with heavy pouches that have had too much to drink. She just helps them by lightening their pouch, thereby making it easier for them to walk. Just having acquired some items, Jillian is due to meet with her fence, Greem Stumley, at the Granite Badger. Unknown to her Greem was picked up by the local authorities earlier today for trying to sell stolen goods.[/sblock]

Nathaniel Frost, Half-Elven Bard

Description:
Nathaniel is a half-elf born to his human mother, Jillian Frost and elven father, Levyn in the city of Stonegate. He inherited his mother's fiery red hair, and the emerald green eyes of his father. He is fair in both feature and complexion, and also favors the elves in build. He wears a goatee and moustache that draw attention to his constant smile. It is obvious that he's not the strongest fellow in the land, nor the heartiest, but his eyes glint of intelligence, and his step is light and sure.

He is currently adorned in a sapphire noble's outfit, complete with a floppy, feathered hat. He wears soft black riding boots, though it's apparent he hasn't sat atop a horse in a very long time, if ever. On his belt hangs a belt pouch, three scroll cases, and a sap in case of emergency. He carries his prized flute with him wherever he goes, an heirloom handed down through his mother's side of the family, though none before him could play it as far as he can recall. His right hand is adorned with a signet ring bearing his self-created family standard of a snowflake wreathed in flames.

Background:
Having been born and raised in Stonegate, Nathaniel grew up surrounded by the splendors and sights of the city. His father, an elven hunter, provided for the family hunting game for food and profit. His mother ran a small shop selling meats and hides collected by her husband. Nathaniel favored helping his mother run the shop over hunting with his father, and learned much of his skill in haggling and dealing with people from her. When running the shop on his parents' 12th anniversary, he was visited by a bard visiting for the Renewal Festival, who spied the heirloom flute on display. Surprised to learn that he wasn't instructed in how to play such a fine instrument, the bard known as Hallas Dovesong offered to teach Nathaniel how to play, for a small price. Since then Nathaniel has passed his days performing for the locals and running his family's shop and dreaming of living the plush noble life.



Nathaniel Frost
3 Bard
Age: 33
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 165
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red
Skin: Fair
Alignment: Chaotic Good\
Languages: Common, Elven, Dwarven.

Strength 8 -1
Dexterity 14 +2
Constitution 10
Intelligence 14 +2
Wisdom 12 +1
Charisma 16 +3

Fort. 1
+1 base

Ref.5
+3 base
+2 dex

Will 4
+3 base
+1 wis


Base Attack Bonus: +2

Attack: Sap +1 1d6-1

Racial Abilities:
Immunity to Sleep and similar effects
+2 save vs. enchantment
Low Light Vision
+1 listen, search, spot
+2 diplomacy, Gather Information

Bardic Abilities
Bardic Music
Bardic Knowledge +5
Countersong
Fascinate
Inspire Courage +1
Inspire Competence

Feats
Negotiator
Persuasive

Skills (misc/stat/rank/total)
Appraise: 0/2/6/8
Bluff 2/3/6/11
Diplomacy 4/3/6/13
Gather Info. 2/3/6/11
Perform 0/3/6/9
+2 with MW flute
Sense Motive 2/1/6/9
UMD 0/3/6/9
Disguise 0/3/6/9

HP: 9/14
AC: 17

Money
Plat:
Gold:315
Silver:8
Copper:3

Equipment
49/50 Cure light wounds wand
Masterwork Flute
Noble's Outfit
Backpack
Belt Pouch
Caltrops
5 Chalk
Flask (rum)
2 ink vial
ink pen
small steel mirror
10 sheets of paper
3 scroll case
map case
5 Sealing Wax
Signet Ring
2 lbs. Soap
Waterskin
Whetstone
Disguise Kit
Magnifying Glass
Hourglass
+1 Chain Shirt
Sap
Journal recovered from the Tower of Gard

Spells Known
Level 0: 3/day
Dancing Lights
Daze
Ghost Sound
Light
Lullaby
Summon Instrument
Level 1: 1/day
Charm Person
Comprehend Languages
Hypnotism

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