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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tear44" data-source="post: 1040528" data-attributes="member: 8844">Farrel Hobbs; incognito hedge sorcerer.Farrel HobbsHuman Sorcerer2nd LevelNeutralStr: 10Dex: 13 (+1)Con: 13 (+1)Int: 14 (+2)Wis: 10Cha: 15 (+2)Hp: 10Ac: 11BaB: (Base/Melee/Ranged) +1/+1/+2Save: (Fort/Reflex/Will)+1/0/+2Feats and Class Abilities:Tiny Viper FamiliarEschew MaterialsSpell Focus: ConjurationSkills                 Rank + Mods = TotalBluff                        5    +    5      =  10Concentration         5    +   1      =   6Knowledge    Religion   5    +   2      =   7Profession    Farmer    5    +   0      =  5Craft: Alchemy         5    +   2      =   7Spells per Day:Cantrips: 6Level One: 5Spells Known:Cantrips: Acid Splash, Mending, Prestidigitation, Light, DazeLevel One: Summon Monster I, GreaseEquipment:QuarterStaff  +1 to hit, 1D6, x2 Dagger(x2) +1/+2 to hit, 1D4, 19-20 x2, 10 ftFarmer’s Work ClothesSuit (aged and thread worn)Backpack4days rationsWater SkinSoapBedroll30gp in coin.AppearanceFarrel is a good old boy in the city. Always has a kind of shocked look on his face. Tall but rail thin. He has the kind of tan on his arms and neck that comes from spending most of your life in the sun. Even a waning sun. Speaks with a twang in his voice, he none the less comes off as charming. With black hair and blue eyes, he can get attention when he seeks it. He wears a thread worn suit, that he used for Church and selling goods in town, most of the time. But has some work clothes for when he needs to get dirty.BackgroundLet me tell you, food may be scarce here in the city , but its plain murder out in the fields. My whole life people have been watching the sun shrink. Harvests come in smaller and smaller. Growin’ season seem to be shorter too. But do people pull together? Do they shelter each other from the growing storm? No. It’s a war out in them fields, only the fightin is done with gossip and stories.I lost my farm not but a season ago. Good old Hobbs Hills. The Marr clan wanted that land for ages. My Pa, his Pa and even his Pa worked them selves into a grave to make our meager land grow. And we could get by. Enough to meet our taxes for the Empire. Enough to pay our Tithe to the church. Even enough to feed ourselves. Well maybe just enough to feed ourselves. Never gonna be rich as a farmer, you just starve a little slower is all.Well, as the firstborn in our family, I took over when Pa got sick. Real sick. People said it was poisonin’. Never did find out, but he went slow and painful. I don’t know what made Herric Marr happier, Pa being sick or me taking over. Me and the Marr’s never got along. They blamed me for all kinds of goings on. They said it was my fault the day them vermin destroyed the west silo. Or when they found that huge mother rat in the barn. “Farrel Hobbs, you cursed son of the beast. Stop bringin’  your spirits round here.” I was always hanging round cause of Petra. She was the only good thing that ever grew on Marr’s land.Well, after I runnin things for a season or two, Herric came over and told me a little secret. He said he knew why I was prospering. Said Petra saw me fixing the fences with no tools. That the whole countryside knew how I chased them vagrants away with Fire Bugs. Word was the Justicari were only a town over and that my number was up. “You leave boy. You get while the gettings good. Maybe they won’t make you ride the Sun Wheel if you start runnin Right Now.”I  hate to say this. But I left. Not because I traffic with spirits. But I knew that a church witch hunt would ruin me and my family. I figured I would wander to the city for a week, maybe two. Then head back when the Witch Hunters moved on. Turns out Herric had plans with in plans. My younger brother Easau married Petra the day after I left, I hear tell she kicked and cried her way down the aisle. But that made Herric the new boss of our Farm. Became the third largest parcel of land, outside of church land.Easau came to see me in the city with a few of Herric’s boys. Threw me a bag a gold and told me never to come back. Hobbs Hills wasn’t my home no more. And Petra weren’t none of my concern either. She was his now and with his child. Showing already and everthing. Can’t say it didn’t sting, but I happen to know who planted Petra’s  field. If ya’ get my meanin’. Easau gonna have a hard lesson one day, if blood shows true.So here I am in the city. The loverlyest part of it too. If I can ever get past the stench of  the sewers, the nightly stabbings and them mechanical creatures that crawl by on the roads; it could be home. If only it wasn’t so darn dark.</blockquote>

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