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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Morrus" data-source="post: 6706003" data-attributes="member: 1">Originally posted by Gungolphus:<img src="http://community.wizards.com/sites/mtgcommunity/files/styles/large/public/gnome_rogue.jpg?itok=bCK7ZUkr" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Dargefredthula Hobnail Cobbler8nd-level Rock Gnome Rogue (Assassin)Small Female HumanoidArmor Class 16 (DEX + Ring of Protection +2)Hit Points 67 (8d8 hit dice)Speed 25 ft. Str 11 (-) Dex 18 (+4) Con 16 (+3)Int 16 (+3) Wis 13 (+1) Cha 8 (-1)Alignment LawfulNeutralLanguages common, gnomishTRAITSBackground - Sailor (Pirate Variant) Feature: Bad Reputaton Proficiency (+3) Tools: Disguise Kit, Navigator, Thieve's Tools, Poisoner Kit Saving Throws: Dexterity (+9), Intelligence (+8) [Strength +2; Constitution +5; Wisdom +3; Charisma =/-0] Insight (passive) 11 Perception (passive) 14 Artificer's Lore, Tinker, Darkvision, Gnome Cunning, (PHB, p.37) Sneak Attack (4d6), Cunning Action, Uncanny Dodge, Evasion, Assassinate (PHB, pp. 96-97) SKILLSacrobatics (+7), athletics (+3), investigation (+6), perception (+4), slight of hand (+10), Stealth (+10) ACTIONSMelee Attacks— Short Sword: +7 to hit; 1d6+4 piercing, finesse, light (reach 5 ft.; one creature). Ranged Attacks— Dart: +9 to hit; 1d4+6 piercing, finesse, thrown (range 30/120) - Ammo: 1 (+2 returning, properties below)EQUIPMENTWeapons as above; Backpack; Ball bearings (1000); Caltrops (bag of 20); Clothing change x1; Crowbar; Grappling hook; Iron spikes (10) x1; Lantern (hooded); Magnifying glass; Telescoping Mirror; Mess kit; Potions of healing x2; Pouch x2; Rations (1 day) x10; Ring of Protection +3; Rope (50', silk) x1; Sacks x1; Tinderbox; Waterskins x2; Wineskins x2; Whetstone; Disguise kit (proficient); Healer kit; Navigator tools (proficient); Poisoner kit (proficient); Thieves tools (proficient)PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICSTrait: My language is as foul as an otyugh nest.Ideal: I'm committed to my crewmates, not to ideals.Bond: I was cheated out of my fair share of the profits, and I want to get my due.Flaw: Once I start drinking, it's hard for me to stop. Back StoryDargefredthula - "Freddie" to her mates - was born the second child of a jeweler in Zazesspur. Her youth was almost totally misspent, usually somewhere in a boat. She loved to sail, and would happily spend all day cruising in a small dinghy she'd built herself, though she displayed some talent as a shoemaker on the few days she turned up during her apprenticeship. When her master in disgust at her perpetual tardiness abandoned her apprenticeship contract, she immediately fled to sea, signing on as a jack-of-all trades hand on a tramp merchantman, Gondspel, out of Lantan. The ship, powered by technology which fascinated Freddie, traveled up and down the coast, from Samarach to Luskan. Though her propulsion machinery was heavy enough to make her painfully slow, Gondspel always got there, for she awaited no winds and defied weather. One day, traversing Asavir's Channel on a run from Athkatla to Myratma, Gondspel was set upon by pirates sailing out of one of the myriad Nelanther Isles. Gondspel couldn't run, she was so slow a scow, so she made to fight. She very nearly won free: Her technology was not restricted to her engines, and gnomish gunners are feared for good reason. Still, after a sharp fight the grapnels pulled the two vessels gunwale to gunwale, and once aboard, the pirates made short work of Gondspel's crew. Except for one, a slip of a gnomish girl who stood at bay in the fo'c'sle surrounded by bodies. That would have given the pirates nothing to concern themselves over, for they'd seen displays of desperate bravery before. But this was different. The dead pirates at her feet looked terrifyingly different. One was a vivid shade of purple. Another was contorted into a hideous shape, with thick white foam pouring from his mouth, nose, and eyes. Yet another appeared to have swollen until his torso burst; his limbs still resembled overstuffed sausages. The girl - Freddie - was snarling, threatening her remaining assailants with two pairs of sail-maker's scissors, each dripping with viscous, oily substances. Freddie had found a new love in the jungles of the South: Exotic plants with mysterious properties. Some were flowers which gave a spicy-sweet aroma that made those who sniffed them sleepy. Some flowers were bitter and pungent, and no animal would go near. Freddie began to disappear for days at a time into the jungles, talking with shamans and savage Druids, filling her brain with knowledge of how different substances, distilled from different plants, would do different - and often horrible - things to people. When the pirate captain, a certain Grobus of the galley Courageous, was brought to see Freddie, he immediately offered her a place in his crew. For the next four years, she honed her adopted craft. By halfway through her second year, Courageous lost her reputation as a high-seas slugger. Something would happen, where one minute the crew of a merchantman would be hale and hearty, and the next they'd be dropping like flies. Courageous would come alongside the stricken vessel, kick the corpses over the side, and take the ship without effort. Freddie had developed a singular skill - she'd use her sailing acumen to bring a small craft unseen alongside the victim, clamber stealthily into the hold, then poison the crew's water and rations. When they were dead - or too incapacitated to put up a fight - she'd signal Courageous to come clean up the mess. When Courageous was finally set upon and sunk by a Calishite naval vessel, Freddie escaped in one of the ship's small boats. Eventually she worked her way back to civilization, where she quickly learned to apply the lessons learned at sea to landbound folk. It turned out to be just as easy to sneak into a house and poison people as to board a sleeping vessel. She does have some standards. She won't work for just anyone, and she's picky about what jobs she'll take. She loathes collateral damage; if she's hired to "liquidate" a person she will ensure she targets only that person. When at sea she had no qualms about killing everyone, as a sailor makes a choice of going to sea, and ye takes yer chances. But a wealthy merchant's wife, children, and servants are another thing entirely. One thing she will definitely not do is kill pets, no matter how inconvenient. She remembers the puppy she had as a child, and has a soft spot. Freddie is always on the lookout for any survivors of either Courageous or Gondspel. She has a visceral hatred of Calishites.Dart of Venom: This perfectly-balanced dart is matte black, except for the needle-sharp tip. +2 to attack and damage rolls. Will magically return to its wielder immediately after it is used. Once per short rest, as an action you can coat the blade with poison for 1 minute. The first time you hit a living creature with the coated weapon, that creature must make a DC 15 Constitution save against poison. On a failed saving throw it becomes paralyzed (see PHB p. 291) for 1 minute.</blockquote>

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