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About Caerwyn DomCurrent XP = 19,600 (Goal for 7th level is 21,000)
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Mithral shirt (worn), dwarven made (sigil KDVXii), ghost touch, cold resistance 10 Shortbow, composite (+2), masterwork 40 arrows Sling 10 bullets Short sword +1, keen, +5 vs disarm (main hand) Short sword +1, keen, +5 vs disarm (off-hand) Belt of Fast Heal 3: Activated by somatic and verbal command, usable for 10 rounds, rechargeable by holding under running water, 2 rounds of use washes away fatigue Silver Torc: Barkskin 3/day (CL 20), +2 on Diplomacy checks against Celts, +1 bonus on bard songs Masterwork thieves' tools Backpack, bedroll, tent, flint and steel, traveler's outfit, whetstone, waterskin, trail rations (10), sunrod, silk rope (50'). Pouch of coins (293gp, 113sp, 8cp) Potions
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Background
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Caerwym was born 23 years ago, and spent a relatively happy childhood, with few thoughts of adventure in his mind. When he was entering adolescence, his world was turned upside down by war, slaughter and famine. He was separated from his family, and for all he knows, they are now all dead, except for his little sister, who he managed to drag along with him as the gnolls and hyenas killed everyone in sight. All he has left from his family, aside from precious memories and his little sister, is his grandfather's belt, which he grabbed from its frame on the wall as most of his family and other townsfolk fled in separate directions to throw off pursuit. He learned over time that the belt can heal him, and he likes to think that it is his grandfather reaching from beyond the grave to keep him alive.
After years of wandering, he has become very resourceful, relying on his wits, charm, and agility to not only survive, but thrive. He recently joined a guild that supplied him with excellent weapons and armor, and a vest that not only helps him in survival but is also very fashionable. As he continues to wander, he looks for adventure and a higher meaning to his nomadic and aimless life. |
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