Initial draft of Flannad of clan Flanath
(still need to finalise
equipment and appearance)
[SBLOCK=Flannad]
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[b]Name:[/b] Flannad of clan Flanath
[b]Class:[/b] Rogue
[b]Race:[/b] Whisper Gnome
[b]Size:[/b] Small
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Good
[b]Deity:[/b] Olidamarra
[b]Str:[/b] 10 +0 [b]Level:[/b] 1[b] XP:[/b] nil
[b]Dex:[/b] 18 +4 [b] BAB:[/b] +0 [b]HP:[/b] 7 (1d6+1)
[b]Con:[/b] 12 +1 [b]Grapple:[/b] -4[b] Dmg Red:[/b] nil
[b]Int:[/b] 14 +2 [b] Speed:[/b] 30ft. [b]Spell Res:[/b] nil
[b]Wis:[/b] 10 +0 [b] Init:[/b] +4[b] Spell Save:[/b] n/a
[b]Cha:[/b] 10 +0 [b]ACP:[/b] -0[b] Spell Fail:[/b] 10%
[b] Base Armor Shld Dex Size Nat Misc Total[/b]
[b]Armor:[/b] 10 +0 +0 +4 +1 +0 +0 15
[b]Touch:[/b] 15[b] Flatfooted:[/b] 11
[b]Base Mod Misc Total[/b]
[b]Fort:[/b] 0 +1 +1
[b]Ref:[/b] 2 +4 +6
[b]Will:[/b] 0 +0 +0
[b]Weapon Attack Damage Critical[/b]
Dagger (melee) +1 1d3 19-20/x2
Shortsword +1 1d4 19-20/x2
Shortbow +4 1d4 20/x2
Dagger (thrown) +4 1d3 19-20/x2
[b]Languages:[/b] Common, Gnome, Halfling, Terran.
[b]Abilities:[/b] Low-Light Vision, Darkvision 60ft., Favored class: Rogue;
Weapon Familiarity (gnome hooked hammer), +1 racial bonus on attack rolls
against kobolds and goblinoids, +4 dodge bonus to Armor Class against
monsters of the giant type, +4 racial bonus on Hide and Move Silently checks,
+2 racial bonus on Listen and Spot checks; Rogue weapon & armour
proficiencies; Sneak attack (+1d6); Trapfinding.
[b]Spell-Like Abilities:[/b] 1/day -- silence (must be centered on Flannad's body),
ghost sound, mage hand, message. Caster level 1st; save DC 10 + spell level.
[b]Feats:[/b] Tactile Trapsmith.
[b]Skill Points:[/b] 40 [b]Max Ranks:[/b] 4/2
[b]Skills Ranks Mod Misc Total[/b]
Balance 1 +4 +5
Climb 2 +0 +2
Disable Device 4 +4 +2 +10
Escape Artist 1 +4 +5
Hide 4 +4 +8 +16
Jump 4 +0 +4
Listen 4 +0 +2 +6
Move Silently 4 +4 +4 +12
Open Lock 4 +4 +2 +10
Search 4 +4 +8
Spot 4 +0 +2 +6
Tumble 4 +4 +8
[b]Equipment: Cost Weight[/b]
Armor, leather 10gp 7lb
Shortsword 10gp 1lb
Shortbow 30gp 1lb
Arrows (20) 1gp 3lb
Dagger 2gp 0.5lb
Alchemists Fire 20gp 1lb
Backpack 2gp 0.5lb
Bedroll 0.1gp 1lb
Blanket, winter 0.5gp 0.5lb
Caltrops 1gp 2lb
Case (map or scroll) 0.1gp 1lb
Flint & steel 1gp -
Ink 8gp -
Paper (10) 4gp -
Pouch, belt 1gp -
Rations, trail (per day) (x2) 1gp 0.5lb
Signal whistle 0.8gp -
Tindertwig (2) 2gp -
Tools, thieves', masterwork 100gp 2lb
Waterskin 1gp 1lb
Whetstone 1gp 1lb
[B]Coins:[/B]
Gold pieces (x5) 4gp 0.1lb
Silver pieces (x5) 0.5gp 0.1lb
[B]Total:[/B] 200.0gp 23.2lb
[b]Lgt Med Hvy Lift Push[/b]
[b]Max Weight: (x3/4)[/b] 24 25-49 50-75 75 375
[b]Age:[/b] ??
[b]Height:[/b] 3'8"
[b]Weight:[/b] 33lb
[b]Eyes:[/b] gray
[b]Hair:[/b] light brown
[b]Skin:[/b] pale (light gray)
Appearance:
Background: It had been a long year. A long year far from home. And a hard year. It seemed almost a lifetime ago that Flanadd of clan Falath had first ventured from his homeland in pursuit of a rogue halfling. The halfling went by the name of Rosco Hilltopple, but that was probably a simple alias. The worst part was the shame of it. The shame of a clan of Whisper Gnomes taken by a simple con and by a halfling. It was too much to bear. The clan's loss of a family heirloom was a disaster and disgrace, and they'd be the laughing stock of the families should word get out. Such was the shame that the deed was never spoken of again after the initial days.
It occurred during the celebrations for the matriach's 444th birthday - a momentous event. Many of the gnomes blamed themselves for the loss, citing that they should have seen it coming, or mentioned something they thought odd. But Rosco, or whatever his name really was, had been made welcome and had stayed for some time - it seems to make his plans and ingratiate himself; for he had, as Flanadd well knew, as he was one of many taken by the charismatic halfling.
As a young and impetuous gnome, Flanadd's blood boiled at the affront and the loss. Eventually he and his friend Skorlun Daergl swore an oath to each other to track down Rosco and see justice (and retribution) done.
'Twas a year ago that the friends set out with barely a word to anyone. And initially their hopes were high in returning to the clan as heroes. But as the weeks and months wore on, their morale subsided, and success looked less and less sure. Whoever Rosco was, he was elusive and left little sign of his passage - a glimpse by someone here, a victim there - just little things that a Whisper Gnome would recognise. And no sign of the heirloom either - so not even an option to steal it back or even buy it.
As time wore on, and each village and town began to look more and alike, funds ran out, and the friends were reduced to escalating their petty thievery to survive. But their luck ran out and a nasty encounter with the town guard left Skorlon dead and Flanadd with a badly wounded arm.
That was 2 weeks ago. The arm, now mostly healed thanks to a friendly priest, but a heart still heavy with the loss of his friend - particularly as he couldn't save him or even bury him without giving himself up (and he knew the penalty for that). Now Flanadd stands outside a bar, desperation increasing with no money, and no will to return home to an uncertain welcome. He licks his lips, wishing for the taste of a decent ale, and maybe a slice of warm bread, but more than anything else - a future![/SBLOCK]
