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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Walking Dad" data-source="post: 4111617" data-attributes="member: 59043">DarrenDarren [sblock=Stats](Human ? CG)STR 10, DEX 15, CON 14, INT 14, WIS 10, CHA 14HP: 7 (5 + 2 Con)XP: 150AC: 12, flatfooted 10, touch 12Fort: +2Refl: +2Will: +0Bluff 3 (1 rank, +2 Cha)Concentration 3 (1 rank, +2 Con)Knowledge (nature) 3 (1 rank, +2 Int)Sense Motive 1 (1 rank, +0 Wis)Use Magic Device 3 (1 rank, +2 Cha) (doesn't know about this)[/sblock][sblock=Equipment]dagger 1 lbtraveler's outfit 5 lb2 trail rations 2 lb5o ft rope 10 lb15 caltrops 6 lbbeltpouch ½ lbbedroll 5 lb5 sacks 2 ½ lb= 32 lb.[/sblock][sblock=Personality & Background]Personality: <s>A little bit shy</s> becoming more confident  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />  and secretive about his dreams.Short background:Young farm boy (orphan) found an ancient stone circle in the woods. Standing in the circle, he heard unearthly voices. They were telling of an old pact between his mother (he doesn't know) and the fey. The strange dreams started the following night...He and Malixus are cousins on their mother's side. But Darren was raised and taught by the old village scribe after ma's death and became a little bit infected by the old man's superstitiousness. He wanted to save Darren's soul from his "devil worshipping" relatives. He died last winter.[sblock=The second time in the circle]After saying goodbye  to Trid, Darren rushed the serpentine path from the Old Oak to the stone circle. He felt sweat on his hands and forehead as he stepped in the circle. No bird sang it's nightly song, the world seemed eerily silent.Nothing happened.Darren felt a desperation clutching his heart. Like in trance, he used his dagger to make a small cut on his left palm. He touched the stones with hand and blood.Suddenly, green flames sprang from the stones and he heard a strangely familiar voice in his head:"You came back to us. You accepted the old pacts your mother made with us. You will become a vessel of our might. Our voice in the world. We will send you dreams to teach you in our ways and customs. You will inherit our powers. You are one of US!"With this last words, the flames died. As Darren looked up, his haselnut eyes had turned an emerald green.ooc: Feat: Fey Heritage (Complete Mage p. 43)[/sblock][/sblock]</blockquote>

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