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AC 15, T 11, FF 14
CMD 15
Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +2

Melee: Longsword +4 (1d8+3/19-20)
Spell Combat: Melee attacks with -2 penalty/1 spell with casting time less than a standard action
CMB: +4
Prepared Spells:1st-Shocking Grasp, Enlarge Person, True Strike
Cantrips-Detect Magic, Ray of Frost, Light, Read Magic

•Combat Casting

Framed(Dropout) (+2 bonus on spellcraft checks)
(Magical Lineage(Shocking Grasp) (Treat one spell as one level lower when applying metamagic feats)
Brestial (+2 to perception)
Intimidating (+2 to intimidate)

•Climb +5 (1 Rank, 3 Str, 3 Class, -2 Armor Check)
•Intimidate +7 (2 Rank, 0 Cha, 3 Class, 2 Racial)
•Knowledge (Arcana) +8 (2 Rank, 3 Int, 3 Class)
•Knowledge (Dundgeoneering) +7 (1 Rank, 3 Int, 3 Class)
•Knowledge (Local) +5 (2 Rank, 3 Int)
•Perception +2 (1 Rank, -1 Wis, 2 Racial)
•Spellcraft +10 (2 Rank, 3 Int, 3 Class, 2 Trait)
•Swim +5 (1 Rank, 3 Str, 3 Class, -2 Armor Check)

•1st (2/Day)-Shield, Enlarge Person, Shocking Grasp, Color Spray, True Strike, Mirror Strike, Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement
•0 level (3 at will)-All

•Spell Combat
•Arcane Pool (4/4)
•Spellstrike

Combat Gear
•Longsword
•Chain Shirt

Other Gear
•Backpack
•Belt Pouch
•Waterskin
•Trail Rations x 7
•Spell Component Pouch
•Spellbook
•Bedroll
•Travelers Outfit (worn)
•Scholars Outfit
•Rope

64/66 lbs

They can't just ignore this, Veklen thought as he hit the ground again. He must be brought to justice.

"He confessed, then he was killed." Veklen roars, "Obviously Lamm killed him. And I've got this new evidence now. What more do you need?!?" Veklen gets up and snarls as he repeats the argument. He's been trying to clear his name like this for over a year now.

"Get out of here. You know we caught his killer. It want Lamm. Just because you were set free doesn't make you innocent. As far as I’m concerned, that man’s last testimony still stands against you." The Korvosan guard leered over Veklan, "I'm sure I could find a reason to detain you tonight, if you wish to stay and talk about it." An icy smile spread across the man's lips.

Veklen growled deep in his throat. The vibration of his tusks against his upper lips sets his old instincts racing. His training starts to take over and he moves towards the guard quickly. He grabs the guard's neck and--
No, Veklen shakes his head and steps back, Not this way. This’ll only make it worse. He looks at the guard and knows one thing--it's time to go.

"I didn't kill her. Lamm framed me, and you know it." Then Veklen did the only thing left to him. He ran.
***
Veklen woke shivering. He was wet. It had rained all night again. He hadn't been home in five days and there had been little food, but plenty of water. Once again despair gripped his heart.

He had been accepted at the Acadamae. It had taken years of work, thousands of gold in bribes and tuition and the discovery that his mother had been one of their best students, but Veklen had made it. He had been on his way to prominence. For a half-orc, that was an amazing feat. He had come close to finishing his first semester there when--

The harsh voice of Veklen's father, Grekeri, interrupted these bitter thoughts, The past is no good to anyone. While Grekeri had no formal education, he did know how to get things done. Veklen began to stand. His legs protested, and he brought them to order, but then his stomach revolted and he lost the battle entirely. After a minute or two of dry heaving, he forced himself back to his feet and stood slowly. If I wait much longer, I'll be useless. It only took a moment to make up his mind. It was time to go home.

Veklen made his way through the narrow streets of old Korvosa, slowing as he got close to home. The streets were still quiet, only a few people wandering here and there. He stopped around the corner from his destination. He knew he had to get in even if they were still watching his door. He peered around the corner. Nobody there--

Wait, there he is. It looks like the guards have given up, but are now paying someone else to watch. Veklen looked closer. His heart leaped, and a smile spread across his face. The man, propped facing the door across the street, seems to have fallen asleep.

Veklen hurried around the corner and to his front door. As quietly as he could, he opened the door and slipped inside. Once inside, he found a window to spy on the sleeping man. Still sleeping. For the first time in a long time, Veklen felt his smile touch his eyes. This couldn't have gone better. Veklen left the window. He looked around his apartment. It was barely a shadow of how he used to live. With his admission to the Acadamae he had been able to get a sizable loan and find a nice, furnished apartment in the South Shore district. Since the supposed murder, he's been reduced to living in this. The small room was bare. The only things in the room were a bed roll spread out in the corner, and a backpack lying nearby. There was a connecting room and that was Veklens destination.

Veklen hurried to the kitchen. His cupboards were mostly bare, but he was able to find an old loaf of bread. He had been hungry often enough in the orc tribe he grew up in to know not to eat too much now. He controlled his desires and broke off a small piece. It was the best stale bread he'd ever had, and it took all his will not to finish off the loaf.

Veklen sat back, letting his stomach do the work it had been begging for. Time to plan his next move. He needed to get his life back, somehow. For a moment he thought about going to the Hellknights, but this just showed his desperation. They'd be just as likely to arrest him as help him. After a moment or two, Veklen knew he had only one option. He had to take matters in his own hands. He would find Gaedren Lamm and make him confess to the murder. And if that doesn't work, I can always just get revenge. a smile spread across Veklen's face at that. It wasn't the perfect solution, but it was all Lamm had left him.

Veklen sat up. Maybe his nerves were just shot, but he thought he heard something . . . wrong. He stood quickly, and ran back to the small front room. He peeked out the window, and his heart dropped. The man was there pointing. Pointing the guards around him towards Veklen. Veklen cursed. He should've seen the man was faking. Time to go.

Veklen ran to his bedroll and kicked it aside. He lifted his foot and kicked hard on the floorboard directly beneath. There was a quick crack, and the board broke through. Veklen grabbed the pouch and the book lying inside and threw them in his backpack. He went to the window. They're still forming up. If I could surprise them . . . No more time for thought, Veklen stepped back, and ran at the window. He landed and just kept his feet under him. As soon as he could, Veklen began to run. He didn't stop till he couldn't go any farther. He had lost many of his possessions, but he had gotten his gold and more importantly, his pouch. He had everything he needed to begin his search for Lamm.

Veklen stands about 6' 2". His flame red hair contrasts with his green skin. He wears a shirt breaches and cloak, but seems slightly uncomfortable in them. His arms and legs are thick, making his clothes a little tight. A sword is attached to the belt at his hip. His grey smoky grey eyes are constantly searching, his lips curled in contempt.

Veklen has recently begun to feel a new connection to his deity, Nethys, in a dual personality. In his youth he grew up by the sword and fist. But as he grew and realized he was smarter than his orcish companions, he gained a desire for knowledge. By the time he was accepted to the Acadamae, he was more scholar than fighter. After he was forced from the Acadamae due to the murder he was framed for, his increasing rage has left him proportionally dependent on his sword. He is now a barely controlled balance between the two personalities. Sometimes relying more on his magic, and sometimes his fist.