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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BLACKDIRGE" data-source="post: 514616" data-attributes="member: 1953">Urg the Unlikely, Half-OgreMedium Humanoid; Wiz 9/Bbn 1, AL NG; CR 9; age 63 (old age)HD 2d8+9d4+1d12+12; hp 52; Init -2; Spd 20 ft (can’t run); AC 12 (-2 Dex, +2 natural, +1 bracers, ring +1)BAB +6/+1; Atk +10/+5 melee or +4/-1 ranged;SV Fort +12, Ref +4, Will +12;Str 17 (19), Dex 07, Con 13, Int 19 (21), Wis 16, Cha 12(12th level stat bump, +1 to Int)Skills (57 points): Alchemy +11 (16) Concentration +11 (12), Climb +2 (6), Intimidate +2 (3), Listen +2 (7), Spot +2 (7), Read/Write (2), Knowledge (arcana) +11 (16), Speak Language (2), Spellcraft +10 (15), Wilderness Lore +2 (5)Feats: Weapon Focus (quarterstaff), Spellcasting Prodigy, Scribe Scroll, Brew Potion, Craft Wondrous Item, Craft Magic Arms & Armor, Extend SpellLanguages: common, giant, elven, dwarven, draconicArmor: noneWeapons: Flaming Quarterstaff +2: Atk +13/+8 melee, Dmg 1d6+1d6+8, crit x2Javelin: Atk +4/-1 ranged, Dmg 1d6+4, crit x2, range 30ftOther Gear: scroll of mage armor, scroll of enlarge, scroll of protection from arrows, ring of sustenance, bracers of armor +2, flaming quarterstaff +2, potion of change self (2), potion of cat’s grace, potion of expeditious retreat, cloak of resistance +3, hat of disguise, ring of protection +1, headband of intellect +2, gauntlets of ogre power, wand of magic missile (7th), wand of lightning bolt (7th)Special Attacks:Rage 1/day, 6 rounds: Str 21, Con 17, hp 76, AC 10, Atk (quarterstaff) +16/+11 melee, Dmg 1d6+1d6+11Spells: 4/6/5/4/3/2 DC = 16 + spell levelSpell Book:0 – all1st – alarm, mage armor, color spray, sleep, enlarge, cause fear, magic missile, change self, expeditious retreat, reduce, shield, charm person2nd – alter self, protection from arrows, melf’s acid arrow, cat’s grace, bull’s strength, web, endurance, arcane lock, knock3rd – fireball, lightning bolt, haste, fly, dispel magic, thunderlance, hold person4th – stone skin, polymorph self, ice storm, confusion5th – teleport, wall of stone, cloud killThe past has risen to strike at Urg once more. He and Kitkazza had just returned from a trip to Waterdeep and upon entering their tower they were immediately attacked by two shadowy figures. Each of the assailants had hand-crossbows, which they fired at first sight of their victims; both Urg and Kitkazza were struck with bolts and Urg watched in horror as Kitkazza reeled and crumpled to the ground. Urg felt a deep drowsiness settle upon him and he knew that the bolt that had struck him was poisoned, but his Ogrish fortitude would not be so easily overcome. Shaking off the effects of the poison Urg quickly regained his wits and fighting through the pain and sick worry over his wife he began casting a spell. The two shadowy assassins were obviously not prepared for the huge half-ogre to begin throwing spells about and were caught completely by surprise when the forked lighting bolt slammed into them. One of the attackers was hurled against the far wall by the force of the bolt and lay still, his body a scorched ruin. To Urg's surprise the other assassin was completely unaffected by his spell. Undaunted, Urg gripped his staff and stepped forward to do battle with the remaining attacker. As the remaining warrior drew a shortsword and moved into to attack, Urg caught a glimpse of his face beneath the concealing cowl he wore. His breath caught in his throat at the black skin and white hair of the warrior, and suddenly Urg knew Kitkazza’s past, whatever it was, had come looking for her.     Urg had little time to consider the implications of the situation as the drow warrior slashed at him furiously with his blade. Urg defended as best he could, but he had had no time to prepare the defensive spells he normally used when he entered combat and the drow was a skilled swordsman. Lightning fast the drow warrior's blade flickered past Urg’s defenses more than once and cut lines of burning pain into the half-ogre's flesh. As the duel continued the pain from his wounds began to kindle a rage within Urg he had long forgotten. He began to lash out at the drow warrior in a frenzied rain of wild strikes heedless of the risk to his own flesh. The drow’s sword was not designed to fend off a large weapon from such a powerful attacker and soon his blade was knocked from his grasp by the raging half-ogre. Defenseless the drow made a vain effort to dart past his foe and sprint away into the night, but Urg caught him and bore him to the ground. Urg ended up on top and thrust his staff below the drow’s chin and onto his throat. Pinned by the half-ogre's considerable wieght, the drow struggled mightily but he was no match for Urg’s murderous rage. Urg bore down with all his might on his staff crushing the drow's windpipe and it wasn’t long before the dark elf's struggles faded to a feeble buffeting and finally to stillness.         Once Urg’s rage had subsided he rolled off the drow warrior’s corpse and despite his wounds and weariness hurried over to his wife’s motionless form. To Urg’s vast relief Kitkazza was still breathing, so he scooped her up and carried her to their chambers. The poison wore off quickly and Kitkazza regained consciousness to find her husband holding a healing potion to her lips. After Kitkazza’s wounds were healed, Urg tended to his own hurts and then asked Kitkazza in a tone that would brook no more secrets, why drow had invaded their home. With a sigh of resignation Kitkazza told her husband everything.    Kitkazza’s mother was a noble priestess of house Bezzekyr, one of the twelve ruling houses of the great drow city of Ched Nasad. Kedvara Bezzekyr became intrigued with a human slave named Jungar Longshadow and when their dalliances caused Kedvara to become pregnant the blame was laid at the door of her drow consort and he was slain for his carelessness. Kedvara gave birth to Kitkazza in secret and instead of sacrificing the bastard child to Lolth as was intended, Kedvara was overcome by the striking beauty of her newborn child and defied her goddess and let the infant live. The time Kedvara had spent with Jungar had softened her heart and knowing Kitkazza could never survive among the drow, she brought the child to her father and then had both of them smuggled out of Ched Nasad.     Jungar traveled deep into the underdark with Kitkazza searching in vain for a way to the surface. He had been provided with enough food and supplies to survive for weeks but the underdark was home to many fearsome beasts and a squalling infant would most certainly attract disaster for the pair. But luck was with Jungar, after spending two weeks in the deep he stumbled upon a vast underground lake and upon following the shoreline discovered a bustling town there on the shore of the subterranean sea. Skullport was the name of the town and it was just the place that a human slave with a half-drow child could go unnoticed in the surrounding chaos. With what little money he had been given Jungar purchased a room for himself and his daughter and from there he began to ply the trade he had mastered before being captured by the drow.      Jungar was an exceptional thief and even the hardened criminals that frequented Skullport were no match for his quick fingers and deft thieving. It wasn’t long before Jungar had amassed a considerable fortune in stolen goods and moved himself and Kitkazza into bigger and better living quarters. Jungar's predations did not go unnoticed however and the local thieves guild soon made contact with the wayward thief and made him and offer. He was to join the thieves’ guild and become a full member or cease his thieving and leave Skullport. The only other option was death for himself and his daughter. Jungar accepted the guild’s offer and a place was made at the guild house for himself and Kitkazza.    Kitkazza grew to adolescence surrounded by thieves and murderers. She was well treated by the members of the guild, who considered her to be one of their own. Her father had risen high in the ranks of the guild and was in charge of his own section of the wild town of Skullport. A strong bond existed between Kitkazza and her father and he doted on her shamelessly, she was provided with what ever her heart desired but happy as she was she felt still unfulfilled. Her latent magical talents manifested themselves in her adolescence and no sooner than she had mastered her first cantrips calamity befell her.     Jungar Longshadow had made many powerful enemies in his rise to power among those the guild master himself and he had foreseen that an attempt would be made upon his life. In preparation Jungar had cached a store of gold and magical items that could be used in case he and Kitkazza must flee Skullport, in addition a network of well-paid hirelings were on hand to assist their departure if the need should arise. Unfortunately Jungar was not prepared for the speed and brazenness of the attack and as he dined at a local inn four armed men entered and slew the human as casually as if they were gutting a fish.     Devastated by her father’s murder, Kitkazza had no choice but to flee Skullport and attempt to make her way to the surface. Narrowly avoiding the prowling members of the thieves’ guild she collected the cached gold and items her father had so carefully placed and fled Skullport forever. Kitkazza emerged from the underdark near the sprawling metropolis of Waterdeep. The massive city allowed her to blend easily into the chaotic throngs of its populace and for a time she spent her days carving out a meager existence as a serving wench at a local inn. The Inn of the Spoiled Goat was not one of the finer inns in Waterdeep; in fact it may have been the worst inn in the entire city. Prone to bar clearing brawls at all hours of the night, the rowdy tavern offered Kitkazza the perfect proving grounds in which to test her budding sorcery.     After the timely casting of a sleep spell prevented yet another group of drunken idiots from massacring each other, Kitkazza caught the eye of a group of adventurers who had stopped at the Inn of the Spoiled Goat for a drink. The adventuring group had just lost their mage on their last outing and was impressed with Kitkazza’s quick reactions to the erupting brawl. The adventuring band offered to let Kitkazza join them in their next outing, which was to be a foray into the dread halls of Undermountain. Tired of the servile drudgery she endured as a serving wench, Kitkazza eagerly accepted the band’s offer and thus began the adventuring career that eventually led her to Longsaddle and Urg.    After Kitkazza finished her tale she explained to Urg that the drow of house Bezzekyr had likely discovered her mother’s bastard child had lived, but for what purpose the drow would have to seek her out, Kitkazza had no idea. Urg placed a comforting arm around his wife’s shoulders and assured her that she and their child would come to no harm while he still lived. As Urg held Kitkazza close and spoke calming words to soothe her, his heart weighed heavy with fear and doubt. The peace and prosperity he had so painstakingly earned was threatened again and the aging half-ogre knew that he must do battle with the past once more.</blockquote>

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