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<blockquote data-quote="Oni" data-source="post: 4472019" data-attributes="member: 380"><p>Here's what I've got. I may tweak the spells somewhat based on what the other casters are doing, but currently i'm thinking a little blasty and some debuff. </p><p></p><p>[sblock=Lynn]</p><p></p><p>Lynn d'Arches </p><p>Half-Elf Sorceress 1 (favored class) Bloodline: Arcane</p><p>Alignment: Chaotic Good Age: 21 Height: 5'4" Weight: 98lb. </p><p></p><p>Size- Medium</p><p>Speed- 30 ft.</p><p></p><p>Str: 8 (-1) (Light Load: 26 or lighter, Medium Load: 27-53, Heavy Load: 54-80)</p><p>Dex: 14 (+2)</p><p>Con: 12 (+1)</p><p>Int: 12 (+1)</p><p>Wis: 10 (+0)</p><p>Chr: 19 (+4)</p><p></p><p>Fort: +0+1=+1 </p><p>Ref: +0+2=+2</p><p>Will: +2+0=+2</p><p></p><p>HP: 19</p><p></p><p>Init: +6</p><p></p><p>BAB: +0</p><p>Melee: -1</p><p>Ranged: +2</p><p></p><p>Dagger: 1d4-1(19-20x2) 10ft. Piercing or Slashing</p><p></p><p>Skills</p><p> Spellcraft: +1+3+1=+4</p><p> Bluff: +1+3+4+3+2=+13</p><p> Appraise: +1+3+1+3=+7</p><p> Diplomacy: +1+4=+5</p><p> Perception: +0 no ranks(+2 sight or sound)(+2 and +4 respectively when familiar is within arms reach)</p><p></p><p>Feats</p><p> Skill Focus: Bluff</p><p> Eschew Marterials</p><p> Improved Initiative</p><p> </p><p>Abilities</p><p> Low-light Vision (see twice as far as humans in poor illumination)</p><p> Keen Senses (+2 bonus on sight and sound based perception checks and chances to find hidden doors by passing within 10 ft)</p><p> Elven Immunities (immunes to magic sleep and +2 to saving throws against enchantment spells or effects)</p><p> Elf Blood (I'm two great things in one....an elf and a human)</p><p> </p><p>Languages - Common, Elven, Draconic</p><p></p><p>Save DC</p><p> 0th: 14</p><p> 1st: 15</p><p></p><p>Spells Per Day</p><p> 1st: 4/4</p><p></p><p>Spells known</p><p> 0th: Detect Magic, Dancing Lights, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost</p><p> 1st: Burning Hands, Colour Spray</p><p></p><p>Inventory</p><p>26gp 1sp</p><p>Dagger</p><p>Signet Ring</p><p>Scholar's Outfit</p><p>Belt Pouch</p><p>Small Steel Mirror</p><p>Signal Whistle</p><p>Backpack</p><p>Journal (half full of poor drawings and worse poetry) </p><p>Ink 1oz. vial</p><p>Inkpen</p><p></p><p>Familiar: Raven (Speaks Common) Named Edward. (blah figure out stats later)</p><p></p><p> Lynn paused to reflect a moment on the unusual life that had brought her to this point. If someone had told her a month ago she would be hunting down a crimelord she would have laughed in their face at such a flight of fancy, but here she was doing just that. That bastard Lamm would pay for what he had done to Brenner if she had anything to do with it. </p><p> She had met Brenner around a year ago, while attending an opening of an art exhibition. It had turned out that they had a lot more in common than she had ever had with anyone else, not that they really shared any kind of background, but rather a common distaste for the regimented and disciplined nature of their mother city, a kindred spirit he was. </p><p> Brenner had brought her into a new and exciting social circle, where the lines of class blurred, and her mixed blood was a virtue, not a sin. Here rebels and rowdies, academics and artists rubbed elbows, pontificating on revolutionairy ideas and the evils of the establishment over pints. Amoung these actors, writers, iconoclasts and rebel students she found a connection she never had before. </p><p> </p><p></p><p> Lynn had always been a lonely person, her mother had died during childbirth and had taken the name of Lynn's father with her to the grave. All she had to know either of them by was a locket that wouldn't open. It had been given to her mother by her elven lover and she had made it her dying wish that it be passed on to Lynn. </p><p> Lynn had always been lonely, but never unlucky. For many who had been brought into the world in her situation things could have been much worse, but she was not without compassionate relatives. Her mother had been a member of a minor noble family, the family d'Arches. Her Aunt Ophilia raised her along with her own children and she was never withheld any of the privileges that might belong to those more properly born to her </p><p>station. Despite all this, she never probably felt a part of the household, it was painfully obvious she was different from all the rest of her relatives. In society she was followed by a trail of gossip, in her wake a bevy of questions as to which of those randy elves might be responsible for this poor child. </p><p> </p><p></p><p> Lynn looked down at the back of her hands and swore softly to herself. The Varisian blood that muddied the veins of the d'Arches family was plain to see in her dusky complexion and she knew her elven heritage wasn't any less obvious. And there was something else, maybe others couldn't see it, but she felt it in her bones and in her blood, some "other" thing. Just what was she? Lynn felt like a piece that didn't quite fit into the puzzle, and now the one person who had helped her forget that terrible thought needed her help. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> Brenner had owed Lamm money. It had been a foolish thing to do, to take money from that evil man, but it had been done. Had she known, Lynn would have lent him the money herself. When Brenner couldn't pay back the loan, that's when it all started to go wrong. Insensed that the loan couldn't be repaid in full on demand, despite prior arrangements Lamm had sworn revenge. Three days later Brenner had been brutally pulled from his home by a group of Hellknights. An old man, a shop keeper, had been murdered and robbed and a witness had placed Brenner at the scene. The witness had been a man named Kleys, a mediocre painter and two-bit shiver addict. It was a ludicrous charge of course, Lynn had been with Brenner the evening in question, it simply wouldn't have been possible. She had </p><p>confronted Kleys, and with a little cleverness of the tongue he had spilt the dark of it. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> Kleys never made it to court to recant, when he did turn up it was face down in the river. After that the case crumbled, but it was too late, Brenner had been ruined. The University had kicked the promising young writer out, and society now gladly closed its doors to him. Lynn's faith in him had never wavered, she felt him the closest thing to a brother she had ever had, but this was too much even for the forgiving d'Arches family. She had been told to leave until she became of a right mind of the situation and quite </p><p>herself of such riffraff and dragging the rest of her family through the mud with her. </p><p></p><p></p><p> Shaking her head, Lynn brought herself back to the task at hand. She would find Lamm and she would make him confess. After everything Brenner had done for her, she owed him this. With that thought she launched herself back into the still thick foot traffic and disappeared into the crowd and fading light. </p><p>[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Oni, post: 4472019, member: 380"] Here's what I've got. I may tweak the spells somewhat based on what the other casters are doing, but currently i'm thinking a little blasty and some debuff. [sblock=Lynn] Lynn d'Arches Half-Elf Sorceress 1 (favored class) Bloodline: Arcane Alignment: Chaotic Good Age: 21 Height: 5'4" Weight: 98lb. Size- Medium Speed- 30 ft. Str: 8 (-1) (Light Load: 26 or lighter, Medium Load: 27-53, Heavy Load: 54-80) Dex: 14 (+2) Con: 12 (+1) Int: 12 (+1) Wis: 10 (+0) Chr: 19 (+4) Fort: +0+1=+1 Ref: +0+2=+2 Will: +2+0=+2 HP: 19 Init: +6 BAB: +0 Melee: -1 Ranged: +2 Dagger: 1d4-1(19-20x2) 10ft. Piercing or Slashing Skills Spellcraft: +1+3+1=+4 Bluff: +1+3+4+3+2=+13 Appraise: +1+3+1+3=+7 Diplomacy: +1+4=+5 Perception: +0 no ranks(+2 sight or sound)(+2 and +4 respectively when familiar is within arms reach) Feats Skill Focus: Bluff Eschew Marterials Improved Initiative Abilities Low-light Vision (see twice as far as humans in poor illumination) Keen Senses (+2 bonus on sight and sound based perception checks and chances to find hidden doors by passing within 10 ft) Elven Immunities (immunes to magic sleep and +2 to saving throws against enchantment spells or effects) Elf Blood (I'm two great things in one....an elf and a human) Languages - Common, Elven, Draconic Save DC 0th: 14 1st: 15 Spells Per Day 1st: 4/4 Spells known 0th: Detect Magic, Dancing Lights, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost 1st: Burning Hands, Colour Spray Inventory 26gp 1sp Dagger Signet Ring Scholar's Outfit Belt Pouch Small Steel Mirror Signal Whistle Backpack Journal (half full of poor drawings and worse poetry) Ink 1oz. vial Inkpen Familiar: Raven (Speaks Common) Named Edward. (blah figure out stats later) Lynn paused to reflect a moment on the unusual life that had brought her to this point. If someone had told her a month ago she would be hunting down a crimelord she would have laughed in their face at such a flight of fancy, but here she was doing just that. That bastard Lamm would pay for what he had done to Brenner if she had anything to do with it. She had met Brenner around a year ago, while attending an opening of an art exhibition. It had turned out that they had a lot more in common than she had ever had with anyone else, not that they really shared any kind of background, but rather a common distaste for the regimented and disciplined nature of their mother city, a kindred spirit he was. Brenner had brought her into a new and exciting social circle, where the lines of class blurred, and her mixed blood was a virtue, not a sin. Here rebels and rowdies, academics and artists rubbed elbows, pontificating on revolutionairy ideas and the evils of the establishment over pints. Amoung these actors, writers, iconoclasts and rebel students she found a connection she never had before. Lynn had always been a lonely person, her mother had died during childbirth and had taken the name of Lynn's father with her to the grave. All she had to know either of them by was a locket that wouldn't open. It had been given to her mother by her elven lover and she had made it her dying wish that it be passed on to Lynn. Lynn had always been lonely, but never unlucky. For many who had been brought into the world in her situation things could have been much worse, but she was not without compassionate relatives. Her mother had been a member of a minor noble family, the family d'Arches. Her Aunt Ophilia raised her along with her own children and she was never withheld any of the privileges that might belong to those more properly born to her station. Despite all this, she never probably felt a part of the household, it was painfully obvious she was different from all the rest of her relatives. In society she was followed by a trail of gossip, in her wake a bevy of questions as to which of those randy elves might be responsible for this poor child. Lynn looked down at the back of her hands and swore softly to herself. The Varisian blood that muddied the veins of the d'Arches family was plain to see in her dusky complexion and she knew her elven heritage wasn't any less obvious. And there was something else, maybe others couldn't see it, but she felt it in her bones and in her blood, some "other" thing. Just what was she? Lynn felt like a piece that didn't quite fit into the puzzle, and now the one person who had helped her forget that terrible thought needed her help. Brenner had owed Lamm money. It had been a foolish thing to do, to take money from that evil man, but it had been done. Had she known, Lynn would have lent him the money herself. When Brenner couldn't pay back the loan, that's when it all started to go wrong. Insensed that the loan couldn't be repaid in full on demand, despite prior arrangements Lamm had sworn revenge. Three days later Brenner had been brutally pulled from his home by a group of Hellknights. An old man, a shop keeper, had been murdered and robbed and a witness had placed Brenner at the scene. The witness had been a man named Kleys, a mediocre painter and two-bit shiver addict. It was a ludicrous charge of course, Lynn had been with Brenner the evening in question, it simply wouldn't have been possible. She had confronted Kleys, and with a little cleverness of the tongue he had spilt the dark of it. Kleys never made it to court to recant, when he did turn up it was face down in the river. After that the case crumbled, but it was too late, Brenner had been ruined. The University had kicked the promising young writer out, and society now gladly closed its doors to him. Lynn's faith in him had never wavered, she felt him the closest thing to a brother she had ever had, but this was too much even for the forgiving d'Arches family. She had been told to leave until she became of a right mind of the situation and quite herself of such riffraff and dragging the rest of her family through the mud with her. Shaking her head, Lynn brought herself back to the task at hand. She would find Lamm and she would make him confess. After everything Brenner had done for her, she owed him this. With that thought she launched herself back into the still thick foot traffic and disappeared into the crowd and fading light. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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