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483 posts. Alias of mittean.


Race

Human Blood of Siberys sorcerer 1/ Summoning conjurer 2

Classes/Levels

Stats:
Init +2 | AC/Tch/FF 18/14/12 | FRW 4/3/7 | Listen/Spot +3/+3 | HP 28/28

Gender

About Korihor

==Eberron Shackled City==

==KORIHOR==
Blood of Siberys Sorcerer 1/ Summoning Conjurer 2
CN female medium humanoid (human Eldeen)

XP 5,625/6,000
Init +2 Senses Listen +3, Spot +3
Action points 6

==DEFENSE==
AC 18 (for 18 rounds) Tch 14 FF 12
(+2 Dex, +2 Luck) currently 16 for 1 hour
DR none
MaxDex +3 ACP -3 ASF 0%
HP 28/28 stable & unconscious
- non-lethal damage 0
FRW 4/3/7

==OFFENSE==
Spd 30 ft. x4 current 20 ft.
Melee Dagger +4 (1d4+3, 19/x2) SP
Ranged
- Dagger +3 (1d4+3, 19/x2) 10 ft. SP
Special attacks
Spells known CL 3rd; Concentration +8
Cantrips 5/day DC 15
- Detect magic (જાદુ શોધો) Concentration, up to 1 minute
- Read magic
- Daze (பிரம்மிக்கவை)*
- Light (Ilûm "আলো")
- Mending
1st level 3+2 (5)/day DC 16
- Magic missile (জাদু ক্ষেপণাস্ত্র)
- Identify
- Repair light damage *
2nd level DC 16
- Make whole
3rd level DC 17
- Repair serious damage
4th level DC 18
- Minor creation
5th level DC 19
- Fabricate
- Major creation
Spells memorized CL 2nd; Concentration +8
Cantrips 4/day DC 15
- Acid splash (অ্যাসিড স্প্ল্যাশ), Flare (বিস্তারণ), Message (გაგზავნა), Light
1st level 2+2 (4)/day DC 16
- Charm person (கவர்ச்சி நபர்)*, Sleep (தூங்கு)*, Shield (վահան), Summon Celestial badger (ಆಕಾಶ ನೆಲಕರಡಿ ಕರೆಕಳುಹಿಸುವಂತಾಯಿತು)

Enchantment (Tamil), Evocation (Bengali), Abjuration (Armenian), Transmutation (Georgian), Divination (Gujarati), Necromancy (Arabic)
Space 5 ft. Reach 5 ft.

==STATISTICS & ABILITIES==
Str 16 Dex 15 Con 16 Int 20 Wis 13 Cha 20
Bab +1 Grapple +4

Feats Augment summoning, Eschew materials, Improved counterspell, Simple weapons, Spellcasting prodigy (Wizard and Sorcerer), Practiced spellcaster (Sorcerer), Still spell
Skills Bluff +9, Concentration +9, Craft, Diplomacy +9, Knowledge (arcana) +10, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +9, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (nature) +6, Knowledge (religion) +6, Knowledge (the planes) +10, Listen +3, Profession, Spellcraft +10, Spot +3

Special qualities Rapid summoning, Enhanced summoning, Banned schools - illusion, necromancy

Languages Common, Goblin (Icelandic), Elven, Draconic, Dwarven, learning infernal

Age 23 Height 5 ft. 6 in. Weight 118 lbs.
Hair Brown dreadlocks to her shoulders, pulled back in a ponytail Eyes Grey
Birthplace Merylsward, Eldeen Reaches

==GEAR==
Combat gear Dagger (x1) (1 lb., carried), Korihor's wand (Wall of force বল প্রাচীর), Metal Wand of Mage armor (դյութ զրահ) (47 charges, CL 1st), Wand of magic missile from Vile (জাদু ক্ষেপণাস্ত্র)(27 charges), (wrist sheath, .5 lb.)
Gear in backpack Masterwork Backpack (2 lbs., carried {33.5/60}), Standard spellbook 18/100 pages (3 lbs.), Waterskin (4 lbs.), Bedroll (5 lbs.), Common blanket (1 lb.), Small tent (20 lbs.), Sack (.5 lb., {0/60})
Gear worn Clothes (5 lbs.), Traveling cloak (1 lb.), Large belt pouch (.5 lb., {1/2}), Spring-loaded wrist sheath, left wrist (1 lb.), Scroll case (.5)
Gear in adventurer's sash Adventurer's sash (worn, 3 lbs., {2.3/12}), 4 Potions of Cure Light Wounds (1d8+1) (.4 lb.), 2 Potions of Cure light wounds (.2 lbs.) (1d8+7), Keros oil (9 uses) (.5 lb.), vial of acid (1 lb.), Blackfinger paste (.1 lb.)
Encumbrance 50.3 lbs. Medium encumbrance
Carrying capacity 76/153/230 86/173/260 w/ MW backpack on
GP 221 SP 9 CP 0

Spellbook 18/100 pages Daze (Page 1), Detect magic (Page 2), Read magic (Page 3), Acid splash (Page 4), Light (Page 5), Arcane mark (Page 6), Mending (Page 7), Mage hand (Page 8), Prestidigitation (Page 9), Message (გაგზავნა) (Page 10), Flare (Page 11), Shield (Page 12), Mage armor (Page 13), Summon monster I (Celestial badger, Celestial monkey, Fiendish hawk, Fiendish monstrous spider, small, Fiendish octopus, Fiendish snake, small viper) (Page 14), Detect secret doors (Page 15), True strike (Page 16), Charm person (Page 17), Sleep (Page 18), Jump (Page 19), Cause fear (Page 20)

Spells:

Sorcerer
Cantrips
Daze
Detect magic
Light
Mending
Read magic

1st level
Identify
Magic missile
Repair light damage

Wizard spells
Cantrips
Acid splash
Arcane mark
Daze
Detect magic
Flare
Light
Mage hand
Mending
Message
Prestidigitation
Read magic

1st level
Cause fear
Charm person
Detect secret doors
Jump
Mage armor
Shield
Sleep
Summon monster I (Celestial badger, Celestial monkey, fiendish hawk, fiendish small monstrous spider, fiendish octopus, fiendish small viper)
True strike

Description:
Korihor's grey eyes are soft and warm, and stark against her bronze skin. Her dark brown dreadlocks grace her shoulders. She has a noble posture, almost challenging. A tattoo of an upside-down tree runs down her neck, spreading across her shoulders. It's actually not one tattoo, but hundreds of tiny magical sygil tattoo's, forming the image of a tree.
On her chest, just below her neckline, is a Cannith mark of making. It is white, and raised on the skin. Unless you look carefully, you can't tell what it is from farther than 5 ft. away.

Her left arm, from shoulder to just below her wrist, is a dull silver color, from when she took Vile into herself.

Background:
Korihor was born to the north of Merylsward, in the Eldeen reaches, in the small village of Little Mingin, a dirty fishing village on Eldeen bay. Banished for her family because "weird things always happened around her", the final straw was when she turned the mayor's daughter's hair purple, and gave her a beard. Her family wanted a daughter to follow in the magical tradition of her mother, trained in the Floating Towers of Arcanix. When no magic was shown to be causing these oddities, the family "shipped her off" to a distant cousin in Sylbaran. She didn't stick around Uncle Minast's long.
At fifteen her tattoo appeared, growing steadily down her back. She was afraid it was an aberrant dragonmark, but it matched none of the legends she had heard.
At the age of 21, she awoke in an inn in the city of Zarash'ack she was staying at while working as a researcher for Lord Ghendraal...or what remained of the inn. Her bed alone stood unharmed, on an untouched rise in a crater where the three barmaids once stood. All was destroyed by magical energy. That was when her Mark of Making appeared.
What she doesn't know, is that her families home was destroyed in the same fashion, at that same moment, back in Little Mingin.
Fleeing, she wandered across the Vile marsh and the Watching wood, south through Valkrek, eventually making her way to Breland, and the Capitol, Wroat. Her Uncle had moved his family to Xandrar, and Korihor joined them there, again not staying for long, but finding a job as a courier delivering shipments and packages to Cauldron, a caldera-city in the Blackcaps.

Personality:
Calculating and thoughtful in her planning, she often doesn't think about what she is going to say before she says it in conversation. She tends to assume she will fail people, but still drives her self with obsessive vigor to prove them...and herself...wrong.

Goals:
Korihor wants to figure out why her mark manifested after her tree tattoo began to develop...and what exactly they both mean.

Map of the world of Eberron
Map of Khorvaire
Map of the Eldeen reaches
Mark of Making, House Cannith
Mark of Storm, House Lyrandar
Map of Breland

Stats:

Natural 20's - 3
Critical's - 0
Natural 1's - 2
Fumbles - 0
Rolls - 536 (8+10+1+19+9+16+7+8+18+3+1+20+6+13+10+5+16+10+11+17+14+6+11+17+19+2+15+9+18 +5+18+20+8+19+7+3+13+14+15+5+18+2+9+8+4+3+5+5+6+20+7+3)
Number of rolls - 52
Average rolls - 10.3
Attacks 13 = (13)
Number of attacks 4
% hit - 6/6 = 100%
Magic missile attacks: 6

Max magic damage dealt - 4
Total magic damage dealt - 22
Average magical damage dealt - 3.7
Max physical damage dealt - 0
Total physical damage dealt - 0
Max physical damage taken - 0
Total physical damage taken - 0

Game start - 9/5/12 (150 days as of 2/5/13)
Posts - 199 (1.3 per day, 12.1%)
Through 1,650

Build in future:

Heading for Ultimate magus
Alacritous cogitation
Retributive spell
Reserve feats
level 4 wizard
Maximize spell
Prepare second level spells.

Journal:

-5th Rhaan-
Eyre is full. I can always tell. You'd think the moon was blood red the way it gets my temper when it's full, not silver-grey. I heard an accent from Aundair today, and almost punched an elderly woman and her kid. I actually felt myself getting upset before I recognized why. Half an afternoon, grumpy as a gnome with a cut on the roof of her mouth. All because the moon is full.

I may have found a job. Not sure yet, but I was referred to Captain Skellerang of the watch by Mehdi, the old washer woman over on low pole street. Said he was "discreetly looking for people of means." I'm a foreigner. And what with my blood, I might be able to qualify. Perhaps they need a dragonshard identified, found up here in the Blackcaps. I could make five dragons for a job like that! I could make rent, so old man Tossler doesn't throw me on the street. I don't want to go back to Xandrar...that place was a hole worse than Black pit.

My tattoo grew another branch. It's just above my left shoulder blade. Small, but they always start out that way. This one showed up on the road...I left Xandrar on my last delivery for Speckman's fishing, and brought it to Minuta's board. When I got upstairs, I noticed it in the mirror as I was readying to wash myself in the bowl. There was blood around it again. I think this thing inside me may eventually kill me.

-6th Rhaan-
I don't recall what happened. But I woke up, wearing only my small-clothes, under the docks on the lake.

I haven't blacked out since I was seventeen. I hope it's not happening again.

Captain Skellerang was indeed in need of some discreet help. He not only called me, but several other...individuals.

There is a quiet halfling...Beauregard. He seems well intentioned, the type to listen, and just...absorb. His eyes cut through the room, and I feel an intelligence lies hidden behind that quite demeanor. I fear what he may say about me when he grows comfortable with our...group. As mom used to say, "Your father can't hide nothing from me. I know when he spent his earnings, the moment I seen him coming up the walk. It's in his step." This little man reminds me of mom. This shouldn't bother me so, but I keep getting chills when I look at him.

Three is a warforged. A unique 'forged. I've never seen one so...earthy? No. It's like he's made of more quartz than wood, more crystal than metal. He's from somewhere east of Breland. The Ashen spires, in Karrnath, I think, or perhaps Jalenta, but I can't quite tell by his accent. Never was good with those. Spent too much time with foreign languages. I like him. He has this...calmness, this order about him that I feel I need. I'm sure he could keep my room picked up and clean! Mother would like him, if he were human. Father? Father hates 'forged.

Zevon...he's a young boy. Local, I think. Big arms. Just the kind of boy Birendra always swooned over. Eyes you get lost in, and not unintelligent. He seems to be...dreamy. Like he can't believe he's here, rather than baking bread or something. He's good in a pinch, though.

Lumen is a giant of a woman. She wields an enormous sword with quite a deal of skill. She did do...something...arcane, though. Perhaps it was my imagination, as she is obviously a warrior. Honestly, I've been too intimidated to really speak to her yet. She doesn't seem very...feminine. Probably grew up with all brothers. Makes me glad I had Birendra for a sister. Sometimes. I wish I could tell her I'm sorry. I miss her laugh. It sounded like a braying ass.

Then there is Daxur. Mother would call it my 'disgusting obsession with creatures that live in holes'. Whatever it is, he is one of the most refined creatures - people, really, that I have ever met. He followed me last night. Perhaps he cared for me. Or protected others from me, I don't know. He's a wizard. He speaks with "diction, poise and pacing", like the actors in the plays about the Heirs of Dhakaan. Reminds me of being a girl, thrilled by the mock battles on stage. They seemed so real. Yet now they seem...

I can't seem to hold my temper.

Skellerang told us to speak with Priestess Jenna Urikas of the Sovereign host. I'm sure she'll be all 'praise this breeze, and if I fart, give us tithe'. Apparently some citizens have gone missing. Skellerang is investigating, but Jenna is investigating the disappearance of three orphans from the Lantern street orphanage. Children missing. So we went to speak with her.

We encountered a group of miscreants dressed as fools, beating another sovereign host priest. My zealous compatriots decided to intervene. I did not want to, but thinking that this group may have had something to do with the children..they have no parents. There is no worse hell for a child than to not have your parents.

I saw a woman creeping on the roof, face painted like a Marches whore, and I blasted her. I've never used this ability on a person before. I thought it would feel different than blowing up glasses and aspens and pottery.

It did. It really did.

We took her to a warehouse and interrogated her, while some idiot kobold bilked us out of some of our money. I wanted to scream in her face till I was raw. I wanted to weep. Lilly was her name. No fear. No guilt. My blood was pounding all evening, and by the time we chose to haul her off to the knights of the Host, I had a headache worse than the time Thad Mellor got us that Carrion brandy that was supposedly from the wastes tribes.

I - mimicked - a spell Daxur cast. It makes people fall asleep. It didn't work perfectly, but I did it. This felt like water on my lips from a crystal spring in the Deep woods, whereas my...blood...always feel like the scouring salt of the Eldeen bay.

We took the prisoners to the Host's temple. I recall standing from my seat as Jenna interviewed us. I remember stairs. Lots of them. So many stairs I thought they would never end. I remember hitting my head. There was this great...eye. Bloody eye. I remember scaring a mother milking her baby on her porch. I remember blood. Not my blood. It was a pool of it, red, with a light shining off it.

And I remember the most...euphoric, sensual tension. Like dawn in a bowl, with sugar and rice cakes with cinnamon for breakfast, for the rest of your life.


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