Kelloran - human male rogue 1 - final draft
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[b]Name:[/b] Kelloran
[b]Class:[/b] Rogue
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Size:[/b] Medium
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Good (currently CN)
[b]Deity:[/b] Oghma
[b]Str:[/b] 12 +1 [b]Level:[/b] 1[b] XP:[/b] nil
[b]Dex:[/b] 16 +3 [b] BAB:[/b] +0 [b]HP:[/b] 7 (1d6+1)
[b]Con:[/b] 13 +1 [b]Grapple:[/b] +1[b] Dmg Red:[/b] nil
[b]Int:[/b] 16 +3 [b] Speed:[/b] 30' [b]Spell Res:[/b] nil
[b]Wis:[/b] 14 +2 [b] Init:[/b] +7[b] Spell Save:[/b] n/a
[b]Cha:[/b] 13 +1 [b]ACP:[/b] -0[b] Spell Fail:[/b] 10%
[b] Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/b]
[b]Armor:[/b] 10 +2 +0 +3 +0 +0 +0 15
[b]Touch:[/b] 13[b] Flatfooted:[/b] 12
[b]Base Mod Misc Total[/b]
[b]Fort:[/b] 0 +1 +1
[b]Ref:[/b] 2 +3 +5
[b]Will:[/b] 0 +2 +2
[b]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/b]
Dagger (melee) +1 1d4+1 19-20/x2
Sap +1 1d6+1 (sub) x2
Crossbow, hand +3 1d4 19-20/x2
Dagger (thrown) +3 1d4+1 19-20/x2
[b]Languages:[/b] Common, Draconic, Dwarven & Elven (spoken only - currently illiterate)
[b]Abilities:[/b] Favored class: any; Rogue weapon & armour proficiencies; Sneak attack (+1d6); Trapfinding.
[b]Feats:[/b] Dodge; Improved Initiative.
[b]Skill Points:[/b] 48 [b]Max Ranks:[/b] 4/2
[b]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/b]
Disable Device 2 +3 +5
Escape Artist 4 +3 +7
Gather Information 2 +1 +3
Handle Animal 2 +1 +3
Hide 4 +3 +7
Knowledge(Local) 4 +3 +7
Listen 4 +2 +6
Move Silently 4 +3 +7
Open Lock 4 +3 +7
Profession(Inkeeper) 1 +2 +3
Search 3 +3 +6
Sleight of Hand 4 +3 +7
Spot 4 +2 +6
Tumble 4 +3 +7
[b]Equipment: Cost Weight[/b]
Armour, leather 10.0gp 15.00lb
Backpack 2.0gp 2.00lb
Blanket, winter 0.5gp 3.00lb
Bolts, crossbow, 10 (x2) 2.0gp 2.00lb
Crossbow, hand 100.0gp 2.00lb
Dagger (x2) 4.0gp 2.00lb
Flint & steel 1.0gp 0.00lb
Lantern, hooded 7.0gp 2.00lb
Oil, (1-pint flask) 0.1gp 1.00lb
Rations, trail (per day) (x4) 2.0gp 4.00lb
Rope, silk (50 ft) 10.0gp 5.00lb
Sap 1.0gp 2.00lb
Tools, thieves' 30.0gp 1.00lb
[B]Coins:[/B]
Gold pieces (x30) 30.0gp 0.60lb
Silver pieces (x4) 0.4gp 0.08lb
[B]Total:[/B] 200.0gp 41.68lb
[b]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/b]
[b]Max Weight:[/b] 43 44-86 87-130 130 650
[b]Age:[/b] 16
[b]Height:[/b] 5'4"
[b]Weight:[/b] 138lb
[b]Eyes:[/b] blue
[b]Hair:[/b] black
[b]Skin:[/b] pale
Appearance: Nervous and wary around others, Kelloran is nevertheless eager to learn, so spends much of his time listening in on conversations at the tables he waits on. His manner is diffident and uncertain but sometimes his excitement at a new concept or a fresh discovery overcomes his caution, and he will launch into a series of questions about the matter at hand. Those who notice him - usually in response to one of his eager questions - see a short, thin young man, with a habit of running his fingers through black hair which is none too clean and tends to gather in spikes. The hair, and the blue eyes in his pale face, give him a vulnerable, surprised look.
Background: Kelloran is an orphan. Taken in by Zaltan the innkeeper while still a toddler, Kelloran's childhood was brutally short. He has spent the last 13 years hiding from Zaltan's rages and dodging Zaltan's blows.
He is slight and undernourished. Continually jumpy, he is adept at keeping his distance both from drunken customers and from his "father", as Zaltan likes to call himself. Having worked mainly in the stables - although he is expected to help out wherever there is need - Kelloran has some small skill with horses and mules.
He aspires to higher things, though. He doesn't yet know what they are, but for the last few years he has been gathering funds for his escape from The Orc's Armpit. Listening to the conversations of adventurers, he has learned that one needs weapons and armour to survive on the road. He has acquired some battered, second-hand leather armour and a pair of scratched and worn daggers. Still, the armour is as clean as he can make it, and the daggers have razor-sharp edges.
Kelloran's greatest treasure, however, is a hand crossbow which he "lifted" from the pack of a guest at the inn. This fellow, who had a rather unsavoury appearance, had riled a barbarian in his cups. It was a mistake! Kelloran saw the fool hit the floor - in several pieces - and raced straight up to his room to see what he could claim. The lock was no problem - he'd had plenty of experience opening doors already - but he had to beat a hasty retreat out the window and down the drainpipe, the crossbow tucked in his shirt. He hadn't expected Zaltan to be quite as quick but the same idea that he'd had - that there might be rich pickings - lent wings to that fat bastard's feet.
Still, it was definitely worth the risk. Kelloran gloated over
his crossbow whenever he was certain he wouldn't be disturbed - and he practised incessantly (or at least as often as he could find a moment to spare for it.)
Now there just remained the waiting - until the right moment for freedom arrived.[/SBLOCK]
). Last time I ran this, I actually managed to get all but one of the players to meet in a tavern, so it worked out well with little pre-meeting build-up, so we'll see if I can do it again 
