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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rayex" data-source="post: 3636714" data-attributes="member: 15833">[sblock]RexyFemale human Swashbuckler 1Alignment: neutralSize: MediumType: HumanoidSpeed: 35ftStr: 10 (+0) [2points]Dex: 16 (+3) [10points]Con: 14 (+2) [6points]Int: 14 (+2) [6points]Wis: 10 (+0) [2points]Cha: 10 (+0) [2points]HP: 12 (1d10 + 2con)AC: 17 (10 + 3dex + 4armor)Saves: Fortitude: +4 (2base + 2con)Reflex: +3 (0base + 3dex)Will: +0 (0base)Init: +5 (3dex + 2imp.init.)Base attack bonus: +1Attacks: Rapier: +4 (1base + 3dex), 1d6 damage, Threat 18-20/x2Javelin: +4 (1base + 3dex), 1d6 damage, Threat 20/x2, Range 30 ft.Skills:Skill points: 28Max Rank: 4Balance: (4ranks + 3dex)Bluff: (4ranks)Climb: (4ranks)Escape Artist: (4ranks + 3dex)Jump: (4ranks)Tumble: (4ranks + 3dex)Use Rope: (4ranks + 3dex)Feats: Lvl 1 - Improved InitiativeHuman bonus - DashClass bonus - Weapon FinesseLanguages: CommonEquipment:Rapier 20gpJavelin x3 3gpChain shirt 100gpbackpack 2gpcaltrops 1gpflint and steel 1gptrail rations x6 3gpsilk rope 10gpsignal whistle 8spwaterskin 1gpwhetstone 2cp98gp 1sp 8cpInfo:The Wailer was in port for the time being. Bailie Muran, the captain of the trader, was waiting for a shipment of silk that was late in arriving. Rexy took the oportunity to visit her sister and husband in town.It was after dark and Monis, Rexy's sister, and herself was waiting for Monis' husband to get home. The steak was on the table, slowly congealing in its own fat, and the peas and carrots were already cold. Monis was pacing up and down the room nervously. "He never runs late. At least, not without sending someone to tell him..." The coffeehouse where Monis' husband worked at was at the other end of the town. He was a chief-waiter there, and had a host of underlings, all of whom would jump at his command. Surely one of them would have been there with a message if he was running late.Early the next morning one of the seniour under-waiters was knocking on the door. Monis, who had barely slept all night, opened the door bleary-eyed. Rexy stayed in the kitchen, but came running at the grief-filled wail coming from the entryhall. She found her sister on the floor, clutching the doorframe and crying hard. The waiter stood in the doorway, rubbing his hand over his head. "Master Clowe was found dead this morning, miss. In the alley. The backalley of the coffeehouse. He... Ah, he was dead, I fear. It was horrible, miss. He was... Ah, forgive me." With a appologetic glance at the crying Monis, he bowed and said his goodbyes.Monis was in bed, sleeping soundly. Rexy had put some herbs that would make her sleep, in her sisters tea. With her jaw set, she headed for the harbor. Explaining to the captain in short words what had happened, she finnished while buckling on her swordbelt. "I'm going to find who did this. If the cargo comes while I'm gone, I'll find a way to catch up to you." The captain grumbled, but understood.Without further ado, she set out to find the killer.-----------At a young age, Rexy knew she was different from her sister, Monis. Where Monis played with dolls, Rexy played with soldiers and wooden swords. She was going to grow up to be a Hero!Alas, things seldom turn out as one dreams about. Rexy ended up in the employment of a trader, shipping valueable goods up and down the river. Herself and four others were hired as fighting men (and women) to defend the boat from bandits, ruffians and other dangers that one might encounter in the rivertrading world.While most other prefered the brute force of a broadsword or two-handed axe, Rexy always preferred lighter blades, and trusted in her speed and dexterity to fight around the cumbersome, big brutes.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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