About Tshilaba Vadoma
Male Elf wizard (Generalist) 1
NG Medium Humanoid (elf)
Init +2; Senses Perception +4
AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 8 (1d6+2) Current: 8/8
Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3
Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/x2)
Ranged Quarterstaff (hand of the apprentice) +4 (1d6/x2)
Str 10, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12
Feats Scribe Scroll, Breadth of Experience
Traits Pioneer, Charming
Skills Appraise +8, Diplomacy +3 (+4 if attractable), Knowledge (arcana) +10, Knowledge (local) +10, Knowledge (nature) +10, Knowledge (others) +6, Perception +4, All Professions +3
Languages Common, Sylvan, Elven, Gnome, Draconic, Celestial
SQ arcane bond (staff)
Combat Gear Staff, Acid Flask; Other Gear backpack, mapmaker’s kit, pathfinder’s kit, wizard's spellbook, eyeglasses, farmer’s (traveler's) outfit, riding saddle, saddlebags. Gold 107
history and personality:
When Tshilaba was still a young man, he lived in a small farming community to the south of Restov. His father was a retired adventurer from Varisia and through his travels ended up in a forgotten nook of the world, deeply happy with his wife. They had a small orchard on their land and young Tshilaba spent his young days climbing trees and being very happy. When he was five, he fell from an apple tree and landed in a terrible way, breaking his neck. His father, a powerful druid did the only thing he could. He gathered his special oils and brought his son back to life, but he wasn’t a little human boy anymore, he was an elven man.
Needless to say, his childhood from then on out was rather unique. The townsfolk didn’t quite know what to do, but after a few decades, life settled back into a regular routine. He worked with his parents in the orchard, he helped with his younger siblings, and he even had a few flings with some farmgirls in the community since they found him charming and exotic. But nothing lasted as long as he did, and so he outlived his parents, his brothers and sisters, and even their children.
Many years went by and he found that his favorite companions were books. He read extensively, and they never died, but were able to be kept on his shelf. He did leave his homestead on occasion, having known some elven friends in Restov, but when they discovered who he really was he was treated with pity even among the forlorn. On one visit, he met a charming human girl and they enjoyed several nights of passion before she disappeared. Not terribly surprised, he went about his way and did his best to forget her, but he found that he could not. Taking to his library, he found a recent book on royalty that included the princess from the Rogarvian house that matched her discription perfectly.
A year later, she arrived with a child at his doorstep. It was a young boy a half-elf and she said it was his. He had never sired a child before, and he was astonished at the little wonder in his arms. She apologized to him and told him that he would have to raise the boy. Without even asking, he understood and they spent one more night together but she left before he awoke in the morning to the sound of a hungry baby. Soon after, the entire royal family disappeared.
And now the boy was twelve, growing strong and completely unaware of his royal roots. But Tshilaba knew of his greatness and began to believe that an orchard was no place for an exceptional boy such as his. When he discovered the expeditionary force was going into the stolen lands to begin to wipe out banditry, he saw it as an opportunity to open avenues for his son in the future. Having no proof of his son’s lineage, he sought to improve his station. He left his son with his great-nephew as well as charge of the farm and headed back to Restov to volunteer with his father’s staff and his favorite horse Cherry.
Personality and Description:
Tshilaba despite his exotic appearance and his great knowledge is, for the lack of a better definition, a humble hayseed. His common sense and helpfulness endear him to nearly everyone he knows whom he asks to call him “Uncle Vado” since his name doesn’t really roll off of the Brevoyan tongue. Due to his strange childhood, he still retains quite a bit of childishness on occasion, often laughing at puns and physical comedy, even at his own expense but is quick to get help if there is some serious damage.
He arrives in Restov wearing overalls tucked into his workboots and chewing on a piece of grass. He carries a backpack with his important papers and an elegantly carved staff with a crystal sphere on top.