Doug Justice
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Here is my character's stats
His history will be coming very shortly. Please look him over for any errors.
Ethendil
RACE: Elf (Noldor)
RACIAL ABILITIES: Noldorin Lore (History: Elves), The Art, Beast-skill, Comfort, Elven-form, Elven-Sense, Elven-Sleep, Farsightedness, Ghost-Scorn, Light-Footedness, Swift-Healing.
ATTRIBUTES: Bearing: 12(+3)*, Nimbleness: 10(+2)*, Perception: 10(+2), Strength: 8(+1), Vitality: 9(+1), Wits: 12(+3)
REACTIONS: Stamina: +2, Swiftness: +2, Willpower: +3, Wisdom +5*
ORDER: Magician
ORDER ABILITIES: Spellcasting(2), Spellcasting Method (Songs of Power)
ADVANCEMENTS: 2
SKILLS: Armed Combat: Blades (Longsword) +3, Acrobatics (Balance) +1, Healing (Treat Wounds) +2, Inquire (Converse) +1, Insight +2, Inspire +1, Intimidate (Power) +2, Language: Quenya +6, Sindarin +6, Westron +6, Lore: Group (Five Wizards) +2, Group (Dunedain) +1, History (Elves) +6, History: (Beleriand) +3, Realms (Eriador) +4, (Lindon) +4, Observe (Spot, Sense Power) +3, Persuade (Charm) +1, Ride (Horse) +1, Survival (Forest) +1, Weather-Sense +1
EDGES: Night-eyed, Armour of Heroes, Foresighted
FLAWS: None
SPELLS: Create Light, Healing-spell, Opening-spell, Shutting-spell, Spellbinding, Beast Speech, Beast Summoning, Animal Messenger, Display of Power.
APPEARANCE: Ethendil has the fair hair of the House of Finarfin.
BACKGROUND:
“How do you read this riddle?” asked Ethendil. He stood gazing out the window. A cool morning fog still clung to the valley – hiding the distant trees even from his keen elven sight.
He had the gift of foresight. Of late, his visions were troubled. He saw himself standing on a hill with a great wind gusting about him. Gazing west across many leagues, he saw a small white ship struggling with the gale which tried to push it away from shore into the sea. Looking back to the east, he saw a great storm rising. In the distance beneath the clouds, a small figure approached. Still many leagues from the hill, Ethendil could discern one feature – the figure wore green mail.
Behind him Arminas stood. “Ever has thine eyes looked to the West. But here is my counsel if you would have it.”
“I would,” answered Ethendil without turning.
“Cast your eyes to the east and let your feet follow,” said Arminas. Travel to Amon Sul, which I deem to be the hill in your vision, and seek this mail clad figure."
HEALTH: 10
DEFENSE: 12
COURAGE: 3
RENOWN: 0
INITIATIVE: +2
His history will be coming very shortly. Please look him over for any errors.
Ethendil
RACE: Elf (Noldor)
RACIAL ABILITIES: Noldorin Lore (History: Elves), The Art, Beast-skill, Comfort, Elven-form, Elven-Sense, Elven-Sleep, Farsightedness, Ghost-Scorn, Light-Footedness, Swift-Healing.
ATTRIBUTES: Bearing: 12(+3)*, Nimbleness: 10(+2)*, Perception: 10(+2), Strength: 8(+1), Vitality: 9(+1), Wits: 12(+3)
REACTIONS: Stamina: +2, Swiftness: +2, Willpower: +3, Wisdom +5*
ORDER: Magician
ORDER ABILITIES: Spellcasting(2), Spellcasting Method (Songs of Power)
ADVANCEMENTS: 2
SKILLS: Armed Combat: Blades (Longsword) +3, Acrobatics (Balance) +1, Healing (Treat Wounds) +2, Inquire (Converse) +1, Insight +2, Inspire +1, Intimidate (Power) +2, Language: Quenya +6, Sindarin +6, Westron +6, Lore: Group (Five Wizards) +2, Group (Dunedain) +1, History (Elves) +6, History: (Beleriand) +3, Realms (Eriador) +4, (Lindon) +4, Observe (Spot, Sense Power) +3, Persuade (Charm) +1, Ride (Horse) +1, Survival (Forest) +1, Weather-Sense +1
EDGES: Night-eyed, Armour of Heroes, Foresighted
FLAWS: None
SPELLS: Create Light, Healing-spell, Opening-spell, Shutting-spell, Spellbinding, Beast Speech, Beast Summoning, Animal Messenger, Display of Power.
APPEARANCE: Ethendil has the fair hair of the House of Finarfin.
BACKGROUND:
“How do you read this riddle?” asked Ethendil. He stood gazing out the window. A cool morning fog still clung to the valley – hiding the distant trees even from his keen elven sight.
He had the gift of foresight. Of late, his visions were troubled. He saw himself standing on a hill with a great wind gusting about him. Gazing west across many leagues, he saw a small white ship struggling with the gale which tried to push it away from shore into the sea. Looking back to the east, he saw a great storm rising. In the distance beneath the clouds, a small figure approached. Still many leagues from the hill, Ethendil could discern one feature – the figure wore green mail.
Behind him Arminas stood. “Ever has thine eyes looked to the West. But here is my counsel if you would have it.”
“I would,” answered Ethendil without turning.
“Cast your eyes to the east and let your feet follow,” said Arminas. Travel to Amon Sul, which I deem to be the hill in your vision, and seek this mail clad figure."
HEALTH: 10
DEFENSE: 12
COURAGE: 3
RENOWN: 0
INITIATIVE: +2
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