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About Lemi

Lemi

Male Hobgoblin Necromancer 1
NE Medium humanoid (Goblinoid)
Init +3; Senses Listen +0, Spot +0; Darkvision 60 ft.

DEFENSE
AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
(+3 armor, +3 Dex,)
hp 7 (1d6+1)
Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +2
Defensive Abilities

OFFENSE
Spd 30 ft.
Melee rapier +0 (1d6/18-20/x2)
Ranged light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20/x2)
Special Attacks charnel touch +0 (1d8+1), rebuke undead 7/day (+4, 2d6+5)
Spells Known (CL 1st, +0 melee touch, +3 ranged touch)
1st-(4/day)- Chill Touch (DC 15), Doom (DC 15), Ray of Enfeeblement, Summon Undead 1

STATISTICS
Str 10, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 12 Wis 10 Cha18
Base Atk +0, Grp +0
Feats Diehard, Eschew Material, Lone Wolf, Tomb-Tainted Soul
Skills Bluff +7, Concentration +4, Decipher Script +4, Move Silently +7, Use Magic Device +5
Languages Common, Goblin
SQ
Combat Gear ;Other Gear Light crossbow with 20 bolts, traveler's outfit, studded leather armor, rapier, rations(2), rope, spade, water skin, 50 gp's

BACKGROUND

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Unlike most of his Kin, Lemi has always had an open mind when it came to magic.

The young Hobogoblin was a common ranked soldier, deemed to weak for frontline combat. This was alright with Lemi. "Why throw your life away, when it could be put better use."

This idea was solidified when a group of adventurer attacked his "regiment". The leader of the grop was not a strong talented warrior, but a mage. A woman who flung flame and lightning, a person his kind deemed a weakling. The assult lasted for hours, but when it was over the adventurers laid at the bottom of the hobgoblins heel. The "regiment" had suffered though. Most of the higher ranked soldiers were dead, most by the mages own magic.

While the "regiment" cursed the foul magics, Lemi's eyes were opened. 'Why fear such a potent tool. If used right it could be the background of any "regiment"'. The order came later to burn the mage and her fell tools. This was the moment he had waited for. Being a common soldier it would be his and others task to destroy the body. He would take this time to take the mages tome for himself. After that he prove who the weak one was.

It worked. Not exactly to plan, but still. While the others weren't looking he was able to obtain the tome. Knowing he couldn't take the whole book, he ripped away a few pages from it. He replaced the tome and sent the body to be burnt.

Lemi studied the pages everyday while he was alone. The writing was a bit confusing, but he managed to figure it out. During his reading he found that magic could not only be used as a weapon, but to enhance a person and move the dead. The last two being of most interest. With this type of magic he could fill his comrades with vitality and strength. Also he could stir the corpses of the fallen using them to fill the ranks in regiment.

That was the plan, until one of his comrades found him reading. Lemi had few actions to take. He could kill the Hobgoblin, a death sentence in it's self. He could surrender the text, and hope he would only be made a slave. After thinking it through he decided to run. He pushed past the hobgoblin and never looked back.

Lemi now lives as an exile. Knowing if he were to be found by his regiment it would be his death. He's traveled toward the west, picking up small pieces of lore and training.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION & PERSONALITY

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