Marek d'Cannith Dragonmarked Paragon 3/ Wizard 2
Marek Tolin d'Cannith
Human Paragon 3/Wizard 2 (XP 10,000)
Alignment: NG
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 166lbs.
Hair: Dark Red
Eye's: Blue (Pale)
Skin: Caucasion
(Set 2)
STR 10 +0
DEX 16 +3
CON 12 +1 (+1 4th)
INT 18 +4 (+2 Paragon)
WIS 13 +1
CHA 15 +2
HP: 34 (8 (d8)+ 4 (d4)+ 6 (d8)+ 7 (d8)+ 4 (d4)) [+5 Con]
Init: +3
BAB/Grapple: +3/+3
Speed: 30ft
AC: 15 (Dex +3/ Bracers +1/Ring +1)
Touch/Flatfooted: 15 / 12
Fort: +2 (Con +1/ Paragon +1/ Wizard +0)
Ref: +4 (Dex +3/ Paragon +1/ Wizard +0)
Will: +7 (Wis +1/ Paragon +3/ Wizard +3)
Skills:
Climb* +5 (5 Ranks/ 0 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Concentration +5 (4 Ranks/ 1 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Craft (Alchemy) +5 (1 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Decipher Script* +9 (5 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Diplomacy*[AL] +11 (7 Ranks/ 2 Stat/ 2 Bonus)
Jump* +5 (5 Ranks/ 0 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Know - Arcana* +9 (5 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Know - History +5 (1 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Know - Nobility/Royalty +5 (1 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Know - Planes +5 (1 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Listen* +6 (5 Ranks/ 1 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Search* +9 (5 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Sense Motive* +6 (5 Ranks/ 1 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Spellcraft +8 (2 Ranks/ 4 Stat/ 2 Bonus)
Spot* +6 (5 Ranks/ 1 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
Swim* +5 (5 Ranks/ 0 Stat/ 0 Bonus)
* = Denotes Human Paragon Skill
AL = Denotes Adaptive Learning Skill
Languages:
Common
Draconic
Dwarven
Elven
Feats:
1st - Point Blank Shot
Bonus Human - Least Dragonmark (of Making)
2nd - Bonus Wizard Scribe Scroll
3rd - Improved Familiar
Bonus Paragon Precise Shot
Abilities:
Human Traits (+4 Skill Points at Lvl 1, Bonus Feat at Lvl 1, +1 Skill Point/ Lvl)
Summon Familiar
Deity: Aureon
Spells: (0 - 4/ 1 - 3+1/ 2 - 2+1)
Memorized -
0-lvl spells
Detect Magic x2
Mage Hand
Prestidigitation
1-lvl spells
Color Spray
Magic Missile x2
Shield
2-lvl spells
Knock
Scorching Ray
Web
Item T Weight
Black Explorer Outfit 0
Quarterstaff 4.0
Dagger (x2) 2.0
Pouch (1 Pp, 27 Gp, 6 Sp, 2 Cp) 1.0
Spell Component Pouch 2.0
Bandolier [MW] - 12 0.5
Flint/Steel 0.0
Whetstone 1.0
Chalk (x10) 0.0
Candle (x6) 0.0
ID Paper w/ Portrait 0.0
Travel Papers 0.0
Potion Belt [MW] - 10 slot 1.0
Potion of Cure Light Wounds (x10) 1.0
Heward’s Handy Haversack 5.0
LP - Water Skin (x3) 12.0
LP - Trail Rations (x6) 6.0
LP - Mess Kit 1.0
CP - Explorer Outfit (x2) 16.0
CP - Bedroll 5.0
CP - Spellbook* 3.0
CP - Spell Component Pouch (x9) 2.0
RP - Silk Rope – 50’ 5.0
RP - Grappling Hook 4.0
RP - Scroll Case 0.5
RP - Sun Rod (x6) 6.0
RP - Sack (x3) 1.5
RP - Continual Flame Torch 1.0
RP - Wand of Detect Magic 1.0
*SpellBook Contents
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0 - Lvl
Acid Splash
Arcane Mark
Dancing Lights
Daze
Detect Magic
Detect Poison
Disrupt Undead
Flare
Ghost Sounds
Light
Mage Hand
Mending
Message
Open/Close
Prestidigitation
Ray of Frost
Read Magic
Resistance
Touch of Fatigue
1 - Lvl
Charm Person
Color Spray
Comprehend Languages
Feather Fall
Identify
Magic Missile
Magic Weapon
Shield
2 - Lvl
Knock
Scorching Ray
Summon Monster II
Web
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Ring of Feather Fall (Right Hand)
Ring of Protection +1 (Left Hand)
Bracers of Armor +1 1.0
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Background
The gnome couldn’t have been more polite in asking his questions. And yet at the same time I could think of nothing else more annoying. I knew it wasn’t his fault but mine; well technically it was Kyros Gedris’ fault. But he was dead and there wasn’t anything else I could reasonably do to him now.
The gnome coughed trying to bring me back to the conversation, while creating my new documents. This time I will have them create a spare set of identification papers. He seemed to read back the information gleefully ignorant of my darkening mood. I just hope this doesn’t make me late to the meeting with Master Hanable.
“Your name is Marek Tolin d’Cannith, correct?” the Gnome stated.
“Yes” (This is taking far to long)
“Height five foot ten inches and weight one hundred and sixty five pounds” the Gnome continued.
“Yes” (I think he is enjoying this way to much) [glowering]
“And I have made note of your red hair (dark, shoulder-length) and blue eye (ice pale), and the location/description of your Dragonmark, so with the other information we should be just about finished. Just have to wait for the portrait.” He said with a smaile.
“What portrait?” [My stomach dropping]
“Palin’ message said you would want the full treatment, that is the reason for the detailed questions, otherwise we would have finished an hour ago.” Talking as if I were a small child.
“Thank you Master Scribe, I will be sure to thank Uncle Palin at my first opportunity.” (My loving family! If only I was an orphan. This day is just going from bad to worse. First finding that the girl is engaged. Then being attacked by the jealous fiancé. Then blowing up that cart of alchemist fire with the missed spell [Scorching Ray]. The only thing going for me was that Gedris was beside it when it blew. But the way my luck is going Master Hanable will be family. When am I going to learn?)
Prologue
The man known as Marek d’Cannith was born 978YK (Current Age – 20) in the city of Eston, in the lands formerly known as Cyre. He is the only child of Dargath ir’Tolin [Wizard] and Jelena d’Cannith [Artificer] now both deceased. While their pairing was not unheard of, it did cause some concern when Dargath abdicated his position as the heir to the Tolin clan (minor noble family from Cyre) to marry Jelena. Many on both sides of the couple thought it a bad idea, some more than others, sure to weaken both bloodlines. But with neither, Jelena nor Dargath, having any desire for leadership they believed themselves safe to raise a family and work their crafts outside of the war raging over the continent.
From a very early age Marek listened to the tales of the war with an intellect far beyond his years. He began to see beyond the tales of adventure, that the costs were far more that the benefits to any person or country. While always a good-hearted child the lessons learned help solidify the traits that would mold the man Marek became in later days. While raised in the relative safety of House Cannith the horror’ of the War were never far from their home. This was never more evident when the families peaceful existence was shatter with violence of the most heinous sort. While still a child (Age 9) Marek and his mother traveled to the Cannith Enclave from their tower to visit family. When they returned their lives would be forever changed. The tower had been ransacked and Dargath killed by brigands. Though eventually the perpetrators would be found and punished the events would be etched into his memory and outlook on life. Shortly after this Jelena petitioned the Patriarch and was recalled to the relatively safer lands of Fairhaven in Aundair. Publicly it was to take a new position within the House. Privately though it was an excuse to take the family away from the horror’ and loss of Dargath.
But his childhood would be cut short soon after arriving in Fairhaven. Like many such moments it began in the most simple of settings. While visiting with his uncle and other family members Marek (Age 11) accidentally broke a rare crystal statuette. To his families’ amazement, before they could react, the boy had called forth the power of the Mark of Making. While many in the family carried the Dragonmark it was years before most had manifested their own Mark. With his families urging he was taken and tested at the city of Arcanix and the Arcane Congress where he was discovered to have a true affinity for the art of magic. After little debate it was decided he would be placed with an old family friend, Magnus Koell, to learn his craft as an apprentice.
Initially young Marek was nervous about leaving home. But after some conversations with family and Magnus his curiosity could not be denied. The chance to learn and see so much became a possibility the boy could not let pass. So shortly after his birthday that year (Age – 12) Marek began his apprenticeship and took his first steps into a much larger world. Over the next 8 years he honed his craft and learn all he could of what Master Koell had to offer. His mentor also took him on various travels, both for research and enlightenment in it’s own right. Together they traveled to the Towers of Arcanix (frequently), the Wizards Enclave in Aundair (occasionally), the Great Library of Korranberg, and the Hall of Arcane Studies in Karrnath, among others places both large and small. For a bright, inquisitive young man it was the best of times, almost idyllic.
But like many things it was not meant to last. As is common among teenagers’ tragedy struck in a moment of passion. Though depending where the story is told, a moment of violence would be more apt. But at its heart it was just a simple mistake concerning a young woman gone horribly wrong. Though granted he never asked, she never told him she was married. When the husband broke into Marek’ room brandishing a sword, Marek quickly did all he could to try and disarm the situation. Unfortunately the man’ temper would not be swayed and he slashed Marek across his ribs. So in defending himself Marek used the most natural weapon he had, his spells. And in a matter of a few seconds the man lay dead at Marek’ feet. So while he had no other choice he regretted the outcome nonetheless.
After that Marek’ life returned to the routine of lessons and assisting Master Koell with his experiments, with only sporadic time for excitement and fun, despite the fact the War was officially coming to an end. But when Marek (Age – 20) had mastered the basics of his craft and passed all the trials set before him, he was told that his time there had come to an end. And he knew just where he wanted to go. He had heard of a group in Karrnath that seemed to be just the sort of adventure he was looking to begin.
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I am posted as PY - Marek
Init - 12
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