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Name: Xoria Aurelian
Class: Arcanist
Traits: Intelligent, High Born (titled)
Size: Medium
Gender: Female
Abilities: Level: 1 XP: ?
Str: 8 [-1]
Dex: 14 [+2] BAB: +0 HP: 9 (1d4+2+3)
Con: 16 [+3] Grapple: -1 Dmg Red:
Int: 18 [+4] Speed: 30' Spell Res: -
Wis: 12 [+1] Init: +2 Spell Save:
Cha: 14 [+2] ACP: -0 Spell Fail: 0%
Base Defense Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total
Armor: 10 0 0 2 - - - 12
Touch: 12
Flatfooted: 10
SAVES:
Base Abil Mod Misc Total
Fort: +1 +3 +4
Ref: +1 +2 +3
Will: +1 +1 +2
Weapon Attack Damage Critical
Unarmed -1
Languages: Common, Ur (language of Ur Men), Ancient, First Speech, Imperial (language of local empire)
Abilities:
High Born: +2 to Diplomacy when dealing with nobility
Aspect of Power: Eldritch Bolt
Mana Pool: 12
Primary: Illusion
Secondary: Enchantment
Feats:
1: Healing Mastery
1: Venom Mastery
Skill Points: 48 pts Max Ranks: 4/2
Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total
Academia 4
Base knowledge specialty: Arcana
Additional specialties: 6
Geography, History, Nature, Local (Zor), Nobility, Religion
Mysticism 4
Social 4
Theatrics 4 (+2 Diplomacy w/nobility)
Base perform: Sing
Additional Specialties: Dancing 1
Sense Motive 4 +1 5
Spot 4 +1 5
Listen 3 +1 4
Craft (Herbalism, trinkets) 4 +4 8
Craft (Alchemy, trinkets) 4 +4 8
Forgery 1 +4 5
Ride 2 +1 3
Search 2 +4 6
Swim 1 -1 0
Equipment:
Item Cost (gold) Weight(lbs.)
Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push
Max Weight: 26 27-53 54-80 160 400
Age: 18
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 100#
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Dusky
Appearance: Xoria is a petite, fine-boned woman with long black hair. Her eyes are a piercing brown, and her high cheekbones and clear skin mark her as an aristocrat. In her former life, she carried herself with an aristocratic bearing that only occasionally gave way to overt curiousity. She has carefully kept her hair in her face since taken captive by the Ur Men, and convincingly portrays a broken woman.
Background: The youngest child of Count Aurelian, Xoria was raised to survive in the cutthroat world of Zor's political life. She was trained in proper courtly etiquette, from choreographed manners to genteel and routine deception. She learned her lessons, though her heart truly belonged to scholarship. She followed in her mother's footsteps and studied the arcane arts.
It suited the House's needs to have an unmarried daughter to dangle before possible allies, and so Xoria remained unmarried to the unseemly age of 20. This hardly bothered her, as it left her free to pursue her studies without concern for the more worldy concerns her future marriage surely held.
The attack on her family was utterly unanticipated. Baron Corran could not be faulted for a lack of ambition as his band of elite assassins infiltrated the Aurelian mansion and wiped out the family and most of their servitors. Xoria was spared only because she was at the royal library, absorbed in one of her texts.
Baron Corran was aware of her whereabouts, and dispatched a group of his men-at-arms to kill her as she exited. But these were not his most loyal forces, and they saw an opportunity to turn a profit. They ambushed Xoria as she departed the library, but took her alive. She was discreetly sold to an Ur Man slaver, on condition that she immediately be taken from the city.
Since arriving at the salt mines, Xoria has taken pains not to draw attention to herself. Too weak to swing an axe or carry ore, she was tasked to carry the water bucket and tend to other odd jobs. She has concealed the fact that she speaks Ur, and has carefully accumulated as much information on her captors and fellow prisoners as she can. She has learned the names of individual guards, and as much as possible about their operations, including the storage of weapons and food and the watch shifts they take. She has tried to learn what she can about their friendships and rivalries. And she has taken careful note of her fellow prisoners, to find those who might be useful to her.
Because once, mere months ago, her role in an aristocratic family of Zor meant little to her. But that changed when she learned from other slaves arriving from Zor that her family had been annihilated. Now, her books and her alchemical laboratory seem frivolous toys. The Ur Men, for all her hate for them, are an obstacle that will be overcome. It is Baron Corran who occupies her thoughts, and she dreams of the day when she stands over his bloodied, broken corpse.
Countess Xoria Aurelian will return to Zor, and woe to any who stand in her way.