Tolvan was an elven archer and merc who was bright enough to want a little more out of life. After spending a few years guarding for exploration teams in various parts of the world, including the famed Valashmai jungles, he has decided to apply himself to the arcane arts.
Spending his savings to enroll himself at the famous University of Lepidstadt in Ustalav. There he did well enough as he was bright and loved to learn. But he was never a favored student as he could never fully get behind that magic was enough; that it was to be trusted outright. His view was more that magic supplemented other activities well and his teachers always expected that he would dabble some in the arts arcane and then move into something more martial from his past.
Tolvan has only recently managed to graduate with the basics of magic under his belt. He still leans heavily on his skill with a bow, his initial spell selection favors supplementing his combat skills. Only time will tell if he will stick with these arcane teachings or will focus again on more mundane skills.
It was these more mundane skills that were responsible for his saving of Professor Lorrimor life that night not so long ago,and ultimately to Tolvan being invited to the reading of his will. It was not that big of deal. A couple of thugs in a dark ally jumped the old prof one night and had him down. Maybe they were only gonna rob him but maybe they didn't want a witness to their crimes and were intent on doing the man in. They never expected a student would come to his aid, or that the student would be packing three feet of elven steel.
So, now he was traveling to Ravengro to hear this will and see if the old professor really did remember him. Some funds might help him launch his new career. He should know soon enough.
Tall for an elf, Tolvan is lean but well muscled and quick. It would be unkind to say lanky, but it would be true. His black hair is worn strait and usually pulled back out of his way in a haphazard way to say he cares little for his appearance. He had never taken to wearing armor but also never adopted the wizardly habit of robes. He prefers the simple and efficient garb of an adventure or soldier and does not dress to impress.
Speed 30 ft., shift 15' 7 times a day
Feats: Elven Weapon Proficiencies, Improved Initiative, Scribe Scroll, Wizard Weapon Proficiencies, Breadth of Experience, Craft Wondrous Items, Spell Focus Conjuration
Traits: Chance Savior, Valashmai Veteran: Perception
Skills: Appraise +8, Craft (Alchemy) +10, Fly +7, Knowledge (Arcana) +15, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +10, Knowledge (Engineering) +10, Knowledge (Geography) +10, Knowledge (History) +10, Knowledge (Local) +10, Knowledge (Nature) +14, Knowledge (Nobles) +10, Knowledge (Planes) +12, Knowledge (Religion) +10, Linguistics +10, Perception +13, Ride +4, Spellcraft +13 (+15 to determine the properties of a magic item)
Languages: Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Elven, Goblin, Sylvan, Infernal, Aklo
Chance Savior Fate smiled on you and Professor Lorrimor one day in the not so distant past. Through a matter of pure chance, you were in a position to save the late scholar's life and did so. His gratitude was effusive, and he promised that he would never forget you.
Enchantment You must spend 2 slots to cast spells from the Enchantment school.
Shift (15') (7/day) (Sp) Short-range teleport
Shifts Used: 2
2 Fish hooks
1 Week of rations
Coin on hand = 5330
Trolls large, heavy crossbow
a pair of bellows,
a battered tankard,
several pretty (but valueless) stones,
308 gp, and 345 sp
needles through his flesh, three of which are actually fancy hatpins ending in tiny rubies, worth 75 gp each
agnificent spyglass bound in gold, easily worth 1,000 gp
a thin darkwood case decorated with an image of a scarab with a single eye glaring from its back—the same design that appears on the cover of the Manual of the Order of the Palatine Eye among the books in the professor’s collection. The darkwood case looks valuable, and contains three objects of interest—a spirit board with a brass spirit planchette, and four iron and glass vials containing tiny, churning clouds of vapor. The vials sit in velvet-lined indentations to the left of the spirit board and planchette, along with six empty indentations—the professor made off with most of the vials but left these four behind.