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This woman could likely command the attention of all in her presence - if only she wasn't pacing nervously, gesturing and muttering to herself. If one strains to listen to her words, one might realize that she's actually upholding her half of an apparently coherent conversation of Pharasman philosophy. Or is that Urgathoan? She halts in the middle of a reply and turns to you, staring wide-eyed without a word. The circles under large, dark eyes suggest she hasn't slept well in days. Her raven hair seems to be escaping from an attempt to pull it back with a band of grey cloth. Just on the other side of awkward, she starts as if rudely awakened from slumber, disoriented. Regaining a semblance of composure, she gives you a final glance, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and picks up the conversation where she left off, returning to the path worn in the dust.

- Acrobatics -4 ( -4 Armor )
- Appraise +1 ( 1 Int )
- Bluff +4 ( 4 Cha )
- Climb -3 ( 1 Str, -4 Armor )
- Diplomacy +8 ( 1 Rank, 3 Class, 4 Cha )
- Disguise +4 ( 4 Cha )
- Escape Artist -4 ( -4 Armor )
- Fly -4 ( -4 Armor )
- Heal +6 ( 2 Rank, 1 Wis, 3 Class )
- Intimidate +4 ( 4 Cha )
- Knowledge (dungeoneering) +5 ( 1 Int, 1 Rank, 3 Class )
- Knowledge (geography) +5 ( 1 Int, 1 Rank, 3 Class )
- Knowledge (planes) +5 ( 1 Int, 1 Rank, 3 Class )
- Knowledge (religion) +6 ( 1 Int, 2 Rank, 3 Class )
- Perception +7 ( 1 Wis, 2 Rank, 3 Class, 1 trait )
- Ride -4 ( -4 Armor )
- Sense Motive +5 ( 1 Wis, 1 Rank, 3 Class )
- Spellcraft +5 ( 1 Int, 1 Rank, 3 Class )
- Stealth -4 ( -4 Armor )
- Survival +1 ( 1 Wis )
- Swim -3 ( 1 Str, -4 Armor )

Starting Gold

200 gp ( special )

Clothing

Traveller's Outfit ( free )

Armor

Scale Mail ( 50 gp, gauntlets)

Weapons

Dagger ( 2 gp )
Spear ( 2 gp )

Alchemical and Healing Items

2 doses of smelling salts
1 doses of Allnight
Healer's Kit x 1

Magic Items

Other Equipment

Backpack ( 2 gp )
Ink, Black ( 8 gp )
Inkpen ( 1 sp )
Journal ( 10 gp, for Automatic Writing )

Current Money

125 gp, 8 sp

"We are in Briarstone Asylum. It’s a hospice on an island in the Danver River. Some call it a convenient place to forget inconvenient people. There's... some truth to that. But it’s really a sanitarium. The doctors here endeavored to treat and learn more about diseases of the mind. Briarstone wasn’t a renowned institution, but it was far from the torture pits common folk often make asylums out to be.

"I'm an Auditor-sister of Maiden’s Choir Cathedral in Caliphas. My associates and I were helping a Royal Accuser with certain investigations. They led me and two associates here, to Briarstone.

"We met with Briarstone's Director, Doctor Losandro. I met her only once and she seemed like acapable administrator… but then came the earthquake... and the riot.

"It all happened very fast. The earthquake -- the first earthquake, I should say; there've been some smaller ones since -- happened, and then suddenly half the patients went, well... mad. I’m not entirely sure of the details, but a patient led an uprising. It wasn’t like any riot I’ve ever heard of, though. It was more like a religious movement. The last we heard, most of the northern halls were held by robed patients who call themselves Apostles in Orpiment. Those we’ve encountered are fanatically devoted to a patient named Ulver Zandalus.” She nods in the direction of Jug, who is still wandering about aimlessly, smiling. "That's why we were reluctant to let this one in. But I can't justify leaving a possibly innocent man to die."

"Anyway. I’ve never laid eyes on this Zandalus, but some of the other survivors worked here before the uprising. They say Zandalus was a quiet man who suffered from horrible nightmares -- a poet and artist whose art was disturbing, but who always seemed peaceful enough himself. All of that apparently changed, though.

"The earthquake and the riot were bad enough. But very soon after, we began to be plagued by... creatures. Shapeshifters and other bizarre... things."

"I led the move to this part of the Asylum because it was easily defended. Of course, now it seems like there may not be a way out..."

Status

Physical 3

-- Whoa, you feel... physically, you feel great. Alert and almost crackling with energy. At some point in the recent past, you were dosed with a powerful stimulant. You have +4 Dex for the next four hours.

Mental 1

-- You're disoriented and distracted. You are at -4 to Wis. Furthmore, whenever confronted with a stressful situation (such as combat) you must make a DC 15 Will save in order to place yourself in danger. If you fail the Will save by 5 or more, you can do nothing but cower. You can retry the Will save each round; once it's made, you can act normally for the rest of that encounter or situation.

Fugue 0

-- You remember... nothing. Totally nothing, absolute blank. Not only do you not know how you got here, you're not sure who you are. You no longer remember your name. The DM or the other players will give you a name based on some characteristic ("Scarface", "Twitchy", or the like). Also, some of your memories are slow to recover. Whenever you attempt to attack with a weapon, use a skill, or cast a spell, there is a 50% chance you are unable to bring those memories to the fore. For a weapon or a skill, you are treated as non-proficient (-4 to attack rolls, no +3 bonus on skill checks). For a spell, you are unable to cast it, but you do not lose the spell or slot. Once you have used a particular weapon or skill, or cast a particular spell, you no longer have to make this roll. You can try to reroll a failed roll after at least ten minutes have passed. Additionally, you don't remember how to read or how to speak any languages but Common.

Stuff 2

-- Have all items on character sheet.

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