Bluff check is rediculous: +24 base (to distract or feint), +29 for hidden messages, +28 to appear non-threatening, +29 if lying
combat:
The combat method right now is to deliver a bleeding SA, escape (via Distract + hide) and then stalk & wait for them to die. If they heal, give another. Against multiple enemies, distribute as much bleeding as possible. Use Combat Expertise + Fight Defensive (+5 AC) to tank, or against superior numbers, or when buffed to have huge hit bonus.
At range, or during downtime, employs a few wands. Also uses his SLAs to their fullest. Usually reserves poison for the more susceptible targets. His hand crossbow is enchanted to deliver his Deeper Darkness SLA, and is also his primary means of delivering poison (he marks his poison bolts).
I am Crazzanthic Faen Tlabbar.
You can call me Crazz if we're acquaintances, and some might even call me Crazy if they've earned my friendship. Mistakenly presume yourself my friend and call me Crazy, and you'll get a free lesson in the definition of a splendid word, "regret". Show a touch of formality and respect, and I'm sure we'll get along swimmingly. ;)
My specialty is in networking with the riffraff of lower houses. I'm a sort of handler... a true aristocrat. I'm also pretty good at avoiding trouble. The skill of avoiding trouble does me well in the field. I'm not so much about contributing in battle, so much as contributing in surviving, and finding other, more subtle ways to help my comrades. 8-)
That said, partner with me and I'll find a way to prove my worth, by hook or by crook.
Hmmm, let's see here. My weapon of choice would be the traditional, functional elegance of the shortsword. I abhor armor because I like to move around unhampered, and I'm not exactly a warrior anyway. Magic isn't my thing, though it does pique my curiosity. I love the performing arts, and the soothing calm of a quiet, dark place to clear one's mind. Though I love Lolth with all my soul, I'm not a zealot nor a preacher. People, cities, and the splendid varieties of architecture of the cities are what I thrive on.
I had a mentor once. His name was Denzen, and he taught me alot of important things. I also had a brother, of a sort, and now he and I are the same person. If this confuses you, let me tell you my alternate persona: Merwyth Thadalix. This was once the name of my brother, until I 'ate' him, proverbially speaking.
You see, Merwyth and I shared the same face. You could stand us side by side and be confused as to who was who. As you know, house Thadalix is low and can do little more than associate with beggars, street rabble, petty thieves and less-than-Drow beings. These sorts of people were repugnant to me, until I met Merwyth, and began thinking about the possibilities which having a twin could provide. Being born of noble blood, I never considered the garbage of the underdark until now, and my curiosity grew to enthusiasm.
I had Merwyth tracked down and brought to me, and proposed a temporary and reversible trade - he would live like a prince as Crazzanthic Tlabbar, and I would explore the filthy world that surrounds house Thadalix. He accepted, dreaming of the petty pleasures to be gained from my life of luxury.
This trade did me well, because, as a Noble, I had talents and skills and good breeding, and this provided me the drive and means to quickly learn that world, and the skills to thrive within it. I, as Merwyth Thadalix, developed many relationships with dangerous individuals, mostly in Eastmyr, and relished in the pleasures of outwitting or outmaneuvering many people. I stole, I killed, and I lied... oh how I lied! It ran like honey from my princely lips and they ate every last bit of it like starving urchins. Denzen, my beloved mentor who taught me so much, and introduced me to so many, was the first who discovered who I was. That's how he managed to kill himself was by blackmailing me, which mysteriously caused him to stumble and fall on his dagger - twenty seven times. Learning from this, I took certain measures to keep my other confidants on a short, razor-trimmed leash, and then informed them of my true nature.
This entire time, I had my share of attempts on my life, and I knew right away that my face-sake, whose name I had borrowed, was behind it all. I handled these as they came, and had adequate preparations to warn me in advance, so all the assassins managed to do was to test and sharpen my skills. May Lolth smile upon that day when I met Merwyth Thaladix!
With a veritable crime guild at my beck and call, and with Merwyth growing fat and dull-witted on my personal fortune, it was child's play to dispose of him quietly and take back my position. It was a good thing, because he had grown too fat to pass for the svelte Crazzanthic Tlabbar. Any way, my Matron welcomed me back, and began giving me tasks which involve my "wonderful new servants"... it seems she knew the whole time ... this explained why some of those mysterious strokes of good luck over my years in the underground. I should have known better than to assume I could deceive my Matron. How splendid she is!
My lieutenants work for me as me, but the rest of the trash still know me by Merwyth's name. It's with the help of the lower houses that house Tlabbar keeps ahead of the game, and having an edge like I do needs such help ... here, in the Menzo.
