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About Corbrius Jank

Corbrius Jank
NG male human Magus (Bladebound) 1
Str 16, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 11, Cha 10
Init: +1 Speed: 30ft Vision: Perception +0

HP: 9/9
AC: 15 FF: 14 Touch: 11
Fort: +3 Ref: +1 Will: +2
BAB: +0 CMB: +3 CMD: 14

Traits: Focused Mind, Mwangi Scholar
Feats: Weapon Focus (Scimitar), Combat Casting
Languages: Common, Polyglot, Azlanti, Draconic, Infernal, Celestial
Features: Arcane Pool (4), Spell Combat

Skills:
Climb +5 (1 skill + 3 class + 3 ability – 2 armor)
Know (arcana) +7 (1 skill + 3 class + 3 ability)
Know (history) +4 (1 skill + 3 ability)
Linguistics +4 (1 skill + 3 ability)
Spellcraft +7 (1 skill + 3 class + 3 ability)
Swim +5 (1 skill + 3 class + 3 ability – 2 armor)
UMD +4 (1 skill + 3 class)

Scimitar +4 (1d6+3) 18-20 x2
[dice]1d20 + 4[/dice] [dice]1d6 + 3[/dice]
[dice]1d20 + 5[/dice] [dice]1d6 + 4[/dice]

Spell Touch +3
[dice]1d20 + 3[/dice]

Defensive Casting [dice]1d20 + 10[/dice]
0th DC: 15
1st DC: 17

Spellbook:
0th: All
1st: Chill Touch, Color Spray, Grease, Ray of Enfeeblement, Shield, True Strike

Memorized:
0th (DC 13): Daze, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation
1st (DC 14): Color Spray, Shield

Gear: Scimitar, Dagger, Chain Shirt (117g)
Equipment: Traveler's Outfit, Spellbook, Spell Component Pouch, Backpack, Bedroll, Crowbar, Grappling Hook, Silk Rope, Rations (4), Waterskin (1)
Consumable: Sunrod (5), Tanglefoot Bag (1)
Coin: 16.9g
Encumberence: 73lb

Interview:
The young man sits nervously in his chair. He looks no older than 19, with olive skin and dark red hair. “My name? My name is Corbrius Jank. If you insist on hearing my story, you have to understand that it's really as much about her as me.” He places his sword on the table and unsheathes it slightly. Though of ancient and ornate design the curved blade has obviously seen better days. Its etchings are faded, its metal a dull gray, and the red gem on the hilt has a crack running down its center. “This is Asilande. She's asleep right now. That's why I have to go to south, to wake her up again.”

With a deep breath he begins to explain. “You see, even though my father was the younger brother he inherited the family business. Jank Trading, out of Absalom, you might have heard of it? That's because my uncle Gabber inherited the family responsibility of guarding Asilande. She's supposed to be an Azlanti blade of power, or something like that, but nothing special had happened in generations. Except uncle Gabber didn't just sit around being a guardian. He went traveling, and when they came back she was awake.”

“She was different then. I was just a kid, but I'd never seen anything so beautiful.” His hand gently rests on the blade. “Black as night with a gleaming red eye, sharp enough to cleave granite, and even if I couldn't hear her voice I could feel the life in her.” He pauses as the memories overtake him. “Uncle Gabber said she had a mission for him. That it was why our family had protected her all these years, to help her when she needed to act. So he went south, to the jungles of Mwangi. Only he never came back, and she came back like this.”

“I don't know what happened to uncle Gabber, but I think he has to be dead. Asilande wouldn't leave his side otherwise. I also don't think she finished what she needed to do. That's why I've trained in combat and spell work like uncle did, so I can finish what he couldn't.” He frowns, despite himself. “But she still hasn't woken up again. Maybe I need to be stronger, maybe I need to be somewhere she's needed. If I'm going to find either of those it's by going south, where she sent uncle Gabber.”

He looks up with a mixture of pleading and determination. “I can read Azlanti runes and understand the arcane workings that still linger in their places. If you're going to be investigating ruins I can be of help with those. I've also trained enough with Asilande that I can hold my own in a fight, even with her in this state. So please, let me join you on your journey. I promise I'll be of use to you.”