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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fradak" data-source="post: 7129188" data-attributes="member: 6805410">AkylanthesMale Half-Elf Bard Level 1Medium humanoid, Chahotic neutral--------------------Armor Class. 16 (Leather armor 12,  Dex +4)Hit Points. 11 (1d8+3)Speed. 30 ft.Initiative. +4--------------------<a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollname=Akylanthes" target="_blank">STR 16 (+3), DEX 18 (+4), CON 16 (+3), INT 16(+3), WIS 16 (+3), CHA 20 (+5)</a>--------------------Saving Throws. Dex +6, Char +7Skills. Arcana +5, Deception +7, Nature +5, Perception: +5, Persuasion +7, Survival +5, Stealth: +6Senses. Darkvision, Passive Perception 15Languages. Tyrian dialect, Elven common tongue, Slaves speechTools. Kalimba, Thieves' Tools +6, Poisoner's kit +5Background. CriminalActions--------------------Bard's Friend.. Melee : +6 (1d6+4 slashing)Light Crossbow. Range : +6 (1d6+4 bludgeoning)Spells--------------------Spellcasting Ability Charisma; Spells Save DC 15 ; Spells Attack Bonus +7Known Spells 4; Slots 3- Lvl 0 : minor illusion, vissious mockery, object projection- Lvl 1 : bane, faery fire, dissonant whispsers, sleepFeatures and Traits-------------------- Darkvision. Fey Ancestry. You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put you to sleep. Bardic Inspiration. 5d6. Criminal Network. Wild talent. Object Projection.  As a bonus action You teleport an object you are holding to a willing creature or an unoccupied space  within 50ftEquipment--------------------Bard's Friend, Light Crossbow, Leather Armor, Dagger, Kalimba, Crowbar, Entertainer's Pack,  a set of dark common clothes including a hood, and a belt pouch containing 15 gp[sblock=Background]190th King's Age the year of Priest's Defiance (Free year 1)Before the Year of the Priest's Defiance, Akylanthes had nothing to complain about. Living in a fresh house with plenty of shadows, more water than a man will need, and even a garden. The life was easy on this side of the wall. Located in the Golden City of Tyr, the Templar district was like a little Paradise on Hell. His owner, the Templar Tarsin, was a good master. Akylanthes did what he was told to do, when he was told to do it. If he was a bit too slow, or if he looked displeased with the task set before him, he endured whatever punishment his master saw fit to dispense. In some ways, he was living better than the average freeman. And for a time, it was good.The job was simple enough. Officially, Akylanthes was just a good Kalimba player, entertaining his master and his friends or guests. But when the house was sleeping and the last light was extinguished, the minstrel put aside his instrument and tookout another one. Some years ago, Tarsin blessed him with the art of reading and writing, usually reserved to the highest classes, to write down the chronicles of Tarsin's ascension to power. Akylanthes was very dedicated to his secret task. Following his master's footsteps, the chronicles were growing night after night. And for a time, it was good.Using the levers of influence at his disposal, Tarsin managed to be transferred from the Administrative to the prestigious Intelligence Department. A fast learner, he quickly felt like a sandworm in a dune but also discovered the dark face of Tyr. Behind this well-organized administrative system, a vast corrupted network was expanding in the city. In no time, Tarsin received a proposition he couldn't refuse without bad consequences. Tarsin was a zealot, loyal to the Sorcerer-King, so he decided to infiltrate and take down this organization and to do this, Tarsin had the best tool for the job: Akylanthes. The occasion presented itself when the High Templar Vilerius organized a feast in his villa. During the festivities, Tarsin offered him a gift, his best minstrel. Akylanthes was transferred to Vilerius’ house and began his new life as a spy. And for a time, it was good.Vilerius enjoyed this new addition to his house, and Akylanthes received some favored treatments for the artistic impressions he made. The job was simple enough. Officially, Akylanthes was just a good Kalimba player, entertaining his master and his friends or guests. But when the house was sleeping and the last light was extinguished, the minstrel put aside his instrument and started investigating for his true master. During the day, he was listening for conversations and at night, searching the house for evidence. The villa was a real library, full of ancient scrolls and old forgotten volumes. One night, Akylanthes discovered something he didn't expected to find in such a place, some strange encrypted scrolls. The study took him some nights but eventually Akylanthes deciphered the glyphs. This scrolls revealed him the way of the Arcane Art. Since then, the minstrel spent every night learning this new discipline. And for a time, it was good.The files were growing and Tarsin wouldsoon be able to bring the whole case to a higher authority to expose the corrupted Templars. One night, Akylanthes was waiting for the last light to go off. He was impatient to study more arcane secrets, but one room stayed lit. Intrigued, he slipped discreetly under the window and heard voices.“So, you'll take out all the faithful Templars. But tell me, on whom should I place my wager, Rikus or Kalak?”“Rikus of course. If you bet on Kalak, you lose - no matter what.”“Is that so? I suppose I should find this too incredible to believe.”“Then you're with us?”“I never said I would help, only that I wouldn't stand in your way.”“There are no bystanders in this, you're either with us or against us.”“I'll want something in return.”“What?”“It depends on what you want me to do.”“What we need should be a simple matter for someone of your authority. Just get us out of here after Rikus throws the spear.”“I'm not in charge of the security force. Kalak assigned that to Larkyn.”“Don't worry, I'll will see to it.”This time it was big. His master must be warned as soon as possible. But when Vilerius is arrested, all his precious library will become unreachable for Akylanthes. He had one night to take as much scrolls he could bear with him and run. That's how he landed into a pit, burning under a blazing sun, waiting for his death in the arena.Suddenly, Tarsin was promoted in charge of the stadium security. Something was wrong. The stadium is a very sensitive place and it required an experienced Templar to manage it optimally. And no news from his spy for days. During the next event, Kalak himself would be on the balcony. Tarsin did his best to secure the stadium, but nothing happened as he wanted. The reinforcements he asked for never showed up, the security palisade in front of the Sorcerer-King was not installed, and the gladiators were not kept away from the Royal tribune. Some dark forces were moving against him. When the gladiator Rikus was about to present himself in front of Kalak to salute him before the combats began, Tarsin was called by some urgent security matters. A man asked for him, speaking about life and death. He left the tribune and ran down to the guards post. It was Akylanthes, burned and dying. He had managed to escape the pit thanks to his new arcane skills, and he told Tarsin about the conspiracy. Tarsin heard the crowd scream in the arena and understood it was too late to do something. Around them, all the loyal Templars were executed without warning. Tarsin took his spy under his arm and got cover. Akylanthes guided him through the Bard District and used his underground network to find a safe passage out of the city.They joined a caravan going south, and Tarsin healed his slave as best he could. His bond with his master was feeble but still present. Like if Kalak was not destroyed but in some strange stasis, still able to give Tarsin some powers. To this day Tarsin is trying to return Kalak back to his true power.Ten years have passed since the death of Kalak. The House Vorden is looking for mercenaries to explore old ruins in the Ringing Mountains. Akylanthes discovered some lead about those old ruins. Maybe they will find a way to raise Kalak again.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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