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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 2967613" data-attributes="member: 11520">I hope you can work me into your busy schedule. I'm still working out the details of Kragor the Human Duskblade. I wrote a little piece for his background. It alters the fluff a little. I don't know how much world building you've done, but if it conflicts I will make changes. Character to follow this evening. [sblock]Kragor woke from sleep with a start, “The hounds, the hounds!” He was drenched with a cold sweat. The howling was only a lone hungry wolf far out in the night. Shivering and in the chill room, he dropped a fresh log on the dying embers and prodded the fire in the little hearth back to life. There might not be enough to eat in this godsforsaken hamlet, but at least the forest meant they wouldn’t freeze. Wrapping a blanket around himself, the olive skinned man raised a flap to peek out the window. Still the small hours of the night he thought with a sigh. He should have taken the boat south and let Largos ride that nag into the frozen north. Largos was probably sitting on the Sunstrand drinking chilled wine punch under a palm tree. He thought back to that terrible day. Largos burst into the study. “Gather your things lad, we must flee. Old Red Rolgarth has put a bounty on all Duskblades. Even young pups like you.” Blinking in confusion Kragor asked, “The Duke? Why? We didn’t even fight in his war.” “That’s the point lad. He thinks if you aren’t with him you’re against him. He never liked our order anyway. Brado and Silvo’s daughter took it upon themselves to try and help defend Longpool against the Duke’s men. That was all the excuse he needed to send his army to the Citadel.” “Gods no!” The younger man got to his feet and began to buckle on his sword. “We’ll gut Rolgarth and hang him from the gate.” “Easy lad it is too late for that. The Citadel is fallen. The High Ones decided it was better to flee though the Twilight Gate. Almost everyone got out. Senior Prado took the Tome of Dusk and Ammon’s Blade west across the sea. The rest are scattering.”“The Book and Blade are safe?” Nodded to himself, “Then the order will survive. What of the initiate’s tower here?” “To be abandoned and burned,” Largos announced. “We are to scatter you lot to the wind. You’ve your choice, we’ve a boat big enough for perhaps six…”“I’ve never been fond of boats, is there ought else?”, Kragor cut in.  Largos shrugged, “I’ve an old nag in the yard that you can ride North on the high road if you like. Dara’s got a horse and will be going that way. I’ll take the boat.”“Thank you Largos,” The men shook hands, “We’ll meet again soon. Someone will bring an end to Duke Rolgarth and the order will rebuild.” Largos nodded, but looked doubtful. Kragor went to gather his gear and he and Dara departed quickly. As they road North a plume of smoke rose in the distance behind them. Soon, hounds were baying behind. The bounty hunters were in pursuit. The rest was a jumble of memories, riding that nag until she dropped, the running and hiding, quick deadly engagements with the pursuers, spells and swords, Dara dying in his arms. Finally, he got far enough north that few people knew what the Duskblades were. His olive skin and curly dark hair stood out here, but word of Duke Rolgarth’s war much less his bounty had yet to reach this land. Kragor took a drink of water from a pitcher on the night stand and put one more log on the fire. He slipped back into sleep wondering what the day would hold…[/sblock]Okay here's a first draft. Obviously, I still have some work to do.[sblock]Kragor TragarenHuman Duskblade 2nd lvl Neutral GoodStr 15Dex 12Con 12Int 14Wis 12Cha 12.Patron: Hit Points 8+1d8+2AC 18, Touch 13, Flat 15Init +1BAB +2, Grap +3Speed 30 (base 30, light armor)Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +4   +6 Melee, Longsword, 1d8 19-20/x2 +4 Melee,  Flail, 1d8 20/x2 trip or +2 on disarm +3 Ranged, Javelin, 1d6, 20/x2, 30'r Medium, 5'9" tall, 155 wt, 22 yrs oldBlack curly hair, brown eyes, olive skinSpeaks common and celestialSkills 20 (2+1Int per level +1 race and x4 at 1st level)Climb (+2Str)Concentration (4+1Con+4 feat on defensive, grappling or pinned)Craft- (+2Int)Decipher Script (1+2Int)Jump (+2Str) acKnowledge (arcana) (5+2Int)Knowledge (history) (1+2Int)Knowledge (nature) (1+2Int)Listen xx (+1Wis)Ride (1+1Dex) Search xx (+2Int)Sense Motive (+1Wis)Spellcraft (5+2Int+2Syn)Spot xx (+1Wis)Swim (1+1Str)Feats-Combat Casting (Class Bonus)  -Weapon Focus Longsword-Quickdraw- Human Traits-bonus feat at 1st level-bonus skill pointsDuskblade Abilities-Arcane Attunement—Use dancing lights, detect magic, flare, ghost sound and read magic a combined total of 3+2Int per day.-Armored Mage, Light-Bonus Feat Combat Casting-Duskblade Spells Known   Save DC: 10+2+Level of spellSpells Per Day 4 0 Level, 4 1st Level0th-acid splash, disrupt undead, ray of frost, touch of fatigue 1st-Kelgore’s Fire Bolt, Burning Hands, Magic Weapon 2nd- Appearance/Personality: Kragor is a thin bookish looking young man with olive skin and and dark curly hair that reaches just to his shoulders. His dark eyes seem to have a perpetual squint to them, perhaps a product of his voracious reading. He is surprisingly strong despite his average size and thin frame. He is a fairly handsome lad, but somewhat careless about his appearance. He tends to favor simple comfortable clothes in light grays, greens and blues. A well made chain shirt serves to ease the appearance of thinness. He carries a small, but stout oaken shield painted with the Trageren arms, a rampant wildcat on a green field. He wears a finely made longsword with an odd black leather hilt wrapping that covers the crossguard (and its embossed blade and book emblems). A flail and dagger also hang from his belt and an oversized quiver full of javelins is worn at the shoulder. He almost always has a book of some sort to hand. He reads frequently and for this reason may come across as shy or reserved, but he likes people and enjoys their companionship. Like many young trained warriors he is often looking for an excuse to perform noble deeds or otherwise display his manly prowess. History/Background: Kragor Tregaren was born a lessor son of a minor branch of a noble house in the Kingdom of Peltor east of Dowain. Belgor Tregaren was a aged warrior of some reknown who was deeply concerned that one of his sons was too bookish and not given to proper manly pursuits. He insisted that his son find militant order and study war. Cunningly, Kragor found an order where he could satisfy his father's directive as well as his own desires. He joined the Duskblades and studied not only war, but also magic. The training made him strong and able of body as well as bringing him the fortitude of mind to harness arcane power. More to come...        MW Chain Shirt 250 gpShield, light wooden 3 gpExplorers’ OutfitCold Weather Outfit 7 gpMW Long Sword 315 gpFlail 12 gp Javelins x10 10 gp Dagger 2 gp Backpack (center back) 2 gpBedroll (below backpack) 1 spBlanket, winter 5 spBelt pouch x2 2 gpTorch x2 2 cpFlint and Steel 1 gpWaterskin-water (backpack) 1 gpTrail Rations-4 days (backpack) 2 gpSun Rodx2 4 gpHoly Water x2 25 gpCoins- ?gp, 1sp, 4 cp (pouch)[/sblock]</blockquote>

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