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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Leugren" data-source="post: 6705905" data-attributes="member: 44754">Originally posted by Leugren:Since I can't really play for a while, I just keep dreaming up new characters: <img src="http://community.wizards.com/sites/mtgcommunity/files/styles/large/public/jagan.jpg?itok=Pu5-akkL" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Jagan Makarius1st-level Lightfoot Halfling Wizard Small Male HumanoidArmor Class 13 (16 with Mage Armor)Hit Points 8 (1d6)Speed 25 ft.Sense Normal    Str 8 (-1)  Dex 16 (+3)  Con 14 (+2)Int 15 (+2)  Wis 9 (-1)  Cha 12 (+1)Alignment neutral goodLanguages common, halfling, elvish, dwarfish TRAITSBackground - Sage     Feature: Researcher    Specialty: Wizard’s apprenticeProficiency (+2)   Tools: none.   Saving Throws: Intelligence, Wisdom SKILLSArcana +4, Investigation+4, History +4, Stealth +5 ACTIONSMelee Attacks— Dagger: +5 to hit (reach 5 ft.; one creature). Hit: 1d4+3 piercing damageRanged Attack—Dagger: +5 to hit (range 20/60 ft; one creature). Hit: 1d4+3 piercing damage Ranged Attack—Firebolt: +4 to hit (range 120 ft; one creature or object). Hit: 1d10 fire damageEQUIPMENT A wand, a spell book, a scholar’s pack, an explorer’s pack, a bottle of black ink, a quill, a small knife, a charcoal rubbing from the Lost Shard of the Covenant Stone containing an indecipherable fragment of the Seventh Secret of the Earth, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch. SPELLSCantrips: Fire Bolt, Mage Hand, Minor Illusion1st-level: Burning Hands, Detect Magic, Mage Armor, Magic Missile, Shield, Sleep PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICSTraits: “I am curious about everything; I approach each new discovery with genuine exuberance and a childlike sense of wonder” “In conversations, I leap slapdash from topic to topic in a way that leaves other people confounded.” “I tend to see the best in others.”Ideal: Charity - “I always try to help those in need, no matter what the personal cost.”Bond: “I have a charcoal rubbing that holds a clue to some ancient secrets which must not fall into the wrong hands.”Flaw: “I lack a personal filter; I often ask questions that others would consider rude, though I am entirely oblivious to their discomfort (e.g. Are you pregnant? Is that a real beard? Can I pull on it? You must get  all sorts of food stuck in it!)”.   BACK STORYShow[sblock]As an infant, Jagan was discovered in the wreckage of a covered wagon by a kindly old hedge wizard, a scholar of ancient dwarven lore named Nyphin Makarius.  Scanning the area, Nyphin could detect no signs of any other survivors, though he did spy a large mound of overturned earth nearby, hinting that perhaps an ankheg had assaulted the wagon, devouring the other members of Jagan’s family. Taking pity on the foundling, Nyphin carried him back to his tower set amidst the rolling hills which overlooked the Triboar Trail.  In the years that followed, Nyphin took Jagan on as his apprentice, teaching him magecraft and tutoring him in all aspects of dwarven lore.   One day in late summer, Jagan’s master returned from one of his frequent trips to Neverwinter jabbering excitedly about a charcoal rubbing that he had procured from a purveyor of ancient texts.  The old wizard seemed convinced that it might be a rubbing taken from an ancient artifact known as the Lost Shard of the Covenant Stone.   According to legend, when Moradin first created the dwarves, he bequeathed unto them a marvelous stone as a token of the sacred covenant that he held with the dwarven people.  Inscribed upon this stone were the Seven Secrets of Mastery Over the Earth, which Moradin conferred upon the dwarven ancestors on condition that they were never to be shared with the lesser races of Toril. Armed with these secrets, the dwarves wrought fabulous wonders and founded great kingdoms, inaugurating a golden age unrivaled throughout dwarven history.  This age of glory came to an abrupt end when a dwarven king named Duergon, who considered himself above the ancient laws of the ancestors, decided to barter the First Secret of the Earth, the Secret of Metalcraft, to the elves.  In punishment for this transgression, Moradin banished Duergon and all of his descendants to a deep dark fissure set in the very bowels of the earth. He also breathed forth a mighty blast of heavenly fire which smote the Covenant Stone where it stood, scattering its shards to all the corners of creation, and erasing the memory of its secrets from the minds of all dwarves.   Thus began the darkest period in the history of the dwarves. During this time, they found themselves repeatedly besieged by orcs or enslaved by dragons and giants, their great cities falling one by one until they were reduced to little more than beasts, clinging desperately to the hope that they could somehow reclaim the knowledge that they had lost by recovering the lost shards of the Covenant Stone.  As Moradin’s rage cooled with the passage of time, their efforts proved fruitful.  After a search that spanned many millennia, all but one of the shards were recovered by the dwarves, and much of the old knowledge was restored.  Of the last shard, the one containing the seventh and greatest Secret of Mastery Over the Earth, no trace or token could be found until a certain hedge wizard named Nyphin Makarius happened upon a charcoal rubbing during his travels which seemed to bear a fragment of the preamble to the fabled Seventh Secret. Over the months that followed, Nyphin’s tower was a whirlwind of activity, as the wizard strove feverishly to authenticate the rubbing and establish its provenance.  Then one night, while Jagan was gazing out the window of his master’s solarium, he spied a slender figure jogging hurriedly up the trail.  He immediately recognized the approaching figure as an elf.  As Jagan looked on, Nyphin strode forth from the tower gate to greet the elf.  A brief conversation ensued, after which Jagan saw the wizard shake hands with the elf before turning and heading back towards the tower.  A moment later, the door to Jagan’s room burst open and Nyphin strode in, a worried expression on his face which he did his best to conceal.  “That was a messenger from an old friend.  Pack your things. I need you to travel to Neverwinter for me.”   Infected with his master’s urgency, the next thing Jagan knew he was racing down the trail with all of his gear, a letter of introduction poking out of the folds of his robes, and a sealed scroll case jouncing up and down in his satchel. He had not traveled more than a few miles when curiosity got the better of him, so he paused to examine the contents of the scroll case which his master had entrusted into his care.  He was astonished to discover that the case contained his master’s precious charcoal rubbing.  Looking back over his shoulder in the direction of the tower with a confused frown, he Immediately spied a tall plume of black smoke.  Fearing for his master’s life, he dropped his gear in a heap and dashed back up the trail as fast as his legs could carry him.  He rounded the final bend only to see his worst fears realized.  The tower was a pillar of flame and smoke, awash in tongues of ebony fire that exuded a cold chill, consuming everything that it came into contact with. As he took in the scene, Jagan spotted his master’s corpse staked out before the main entrance like a sacrificial offering.  Of those who had perpetrated these acts, there was no sign.  Heartbroken but too afraid to linger, Jagan set off westward down the trail again, collecting his gear and continuing on towards Neverwinter as his master had bidden.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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