Adventures in Dambrath (Inactive)

Game Master EltonJ

She stood in front of her mother, The matriarch Zariliea Lric-Qill of house Qill. As the youngest of five sisters, she had last seen her mother 8 months before. Have the least access in her time. In fact, she was pretty sure the housekeeper meant more to her mother than she did. Her mother looked bored, she was reading a report her secretary had given her. A shot half-elf who had, by the look of the scars on his neck been a slave at some point. He had not had them healed so wanted others to see he was a self-made elf. He smiled subsequent servants smile at Roz. He hated him on the spot.

"It says here you had a dalliance with one of the female grooms in the stables. A half-orc, I must say you do like it, rough 5."

"I was the rough one, she was actively quite genital"

Her mother snorted then asked.

"It also says you have taken up with drug-taking dwarf, why?"

"He has an extensive knowledge of poisons and is even immune to some"

"Useful and practical, You have always been smarter than most daughter five. What's this about a none household bodyguard?"

"Better the devil you know."

Now her mother looked up at her. Was that respect? no not possible. But Roz shaking off her mother's pets may have also sparked a little bit of fear. A mother may protect but a house matriarch would be ruthless if she felt threatened. So Ros added.

"He's expendable, I know how much value your guards."

Her mother could see the logic in this and seemed to be appeased.

"And these others you have been seen with, what of them?"

This was an easy one.

"Informants and contacts, it helps me keep track of threats to the House"

Her mother again seemed happy with this, so where was this going?.

"I am going to order that second daughter is to a mate"

Arr now we get to it"

Roz knew this would mean more children for the family. Well, time again to show she was no fool.

"Cleaver, if 2ed sister has a child, she becomes your de facto successor. 1st sister will have to remove both mother and child before seeking to remove you."

Her mother now looked at her with a cold hard glare.

"I do not need you to tell me I am cleaver daughter five, but yes that is the idea. As I said, you are the smart one. But with a new generation, what to do with a smart daughter so low down in the order of things. What to do with you?. Well, I shall tell you."

"Here it comes.. not marriage..anything but that shame""

"I have made my mind up that you with that shape mind of your will could bring this house honor by training to be a Honglath. To that end I have had you enrolled under a well know Honglath, who just happens to be in my debt. I think this will best use of you."

And it gets me well away from you, and any risk I may pose. so you do fear me. Well, well, mother you are a tricky one. You know I would not refuse such an honor, and you know I will most likly die trying to get the rank. Arr... but if I did, all the more power to the house. So it seems you have me. And should my siblings do away with each other, I am safely in the wings should air be needed. Wheels within wheels mother dear."

"Of course I will accept"

Her Mother smiled a sly smile.

"No that you had a choice. So off with you, try not to get yourself killed. Now Secretary, Whos next?"

She backed out of the room and smiled to herself in the hallway as she passed her other sister's. One or two shot her a worried look.

"Don't worry your pants off girls, I'm going to the capital, you can all now worry about each other. Mother has plans..."

Let them sweat, Let them worry, she was out and free.. and Roz was just relieved she would not be sold off to some rich lord half-elve brat of a son.

"Well best to tell the gang and much drinking will be had. And that new bar-maid, just my type... yes a good night a head."

Deros Drithergen
Male dwarf (Desert Dwarf) alchemist (crypt breaker) 1 (Pathfinder Campaign Setting: Inner Sea Magic, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 26)
N Medium humanoid (dwarf)
Init 2; Senses Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 11 (1d8+3)
Fort 5 (+2 trait bonus vs. injury poisons, +2 trait bonus vs. poison), Ref 4, Will 1; +2 racial bonus vs. disease and poison
Immune poison drow poison; Resist cold 1, fire 1
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Ranged bomb +3 (1d8 acid or 1d4 force)
Special Attacks ancient enmity[APG], bomb 4/day (1d6+3 fire, DC 15)
Alchemist (Crypt Breaker) Extracts Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +4)
. . 1st—arcane siphon, shadow hands (DC 14)
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB 2; CMD 14 (18 vs. bull rush, 18 vs. trip)
Feats Ability Focus (bomb), Throw Anything
Traits boarded in mediogalti, poisoned blade resistance (river kingdoms)
Skills Acrobatics +3 (-1 to jump), Appraise +3 (+5 to assess nonmagical metals or gemstones), Climb +3, Craft (alchemy) +7 (+8 to create alchemical items), Craft (poison) +7, Disable Device +5, Heal +5, Perception +5, Spellcraft +7, Survival +5; Racial Modifiers +2 Appraise to assess nonmagical metals or gemstones
Languages Common, Dwarven, Giant, Orc, Undercommon
SQ alchemy (alchemy crafting +1), crypt breaker's draught, desert delver, healthy[HA], rock stepper[ARG], surface survivalist (hot)[ARG], trapfinding +1
Combat Gear acid (3), darkflare (6), drow poison, glowing ink[UE] (3); Other Gear alchemist starting formula book, alchemy crafting kit[APG], backpack, belt pouch (2), blanket[APG], candle (5), drow quill, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), jug, magnet[APG], marbles[APG], parchment (5), sack (2), scroll case, sealing wax, string or twine[APG] (2), waterskin (2), 6 sp
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Special Abilities
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Alchemy +1 (Su) +1 to Craft (Alchemy) to create alchemical items, can Id potions by touch.
Alkahest Bomb 1d8/1d4 (4/day, DC 15) (Su) 1d8 acid damage to constructs and undead, 1d4 force damage to all other creatures.
Ancient Enmity +1 Gain a racial bonus to attacks vs. Elves.
Crypt Breaker's Draught (Su) Rather than develop mutagens that increase their natural armor and physical abilities at the expense of their minds, crypt breakers focus on the creation of special draughts that can enhance their senses. When a crypt breaker drinks one of these drau
Desert Delver Treat temp as + or - 20 degrees for the effects of extreme heat/cold.
Energy Resistance, Cold (1) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Energy Resistance, Fire (1) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Fire attacks.
Greed +2 to Appraise to determine price of nonmagic goods with precious metals or gemstones.
Healthy Need 1 fewer consecutive saves (min 1) to cure disease and poisons.
Immunity to Poison drow poison Immune to poison effects from specific source.
Rock Stepper Ignore rubble, broken ground, or steep stairs when taking 5 ft step.
Surface Survivalist (Hot) Treat wind and hot climates as one step less severe.
Throw Anything Proficient with improvised ranged weapons. +1 to hit with thrown splash weapons.
Trapfinding +1 Gain a bonus to find or disable traps, including magical ones.

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Yes Mother, I shall follow as you have indicated. Should she become more of a threat to you I will see that she is safely and publicly removed or atleast removed from any sort of functional ability. I accept the convenience this causes you. I would in return ask that you provide me with several doses of your common poison. This will help me eliminate any that threaten her or you quietly, the stout dwarf answers as he parts the corner curtain and steps out.
As a retainer… a pregnant pause ensues then a more humbled honored retainer, yes? The dwarf takes a knee to the matron. I will save a dose for her when her usefulness to me is done. Lying little surface elf the dwarf thinks while showing a feigned abeyance.

Slowly, with cautious tone, the goggled dwarf continues I will of course need to send a copy of my expenses from time to time to be reimbursed. I am not rich enough, even in your generous employ, to accomplish my task on my own. And you will be wanting reports of course what a better way can there be than to have an emissary between us from time to time of course. I will leave the fate of this in your hands of course.
The dwarf turns to walk out not really waiting to be dismissed, a slight he knows he may one day pay for. As he nears the doors the youngster left earlier, he pauses and speaks slower and much more cautiously… And mother, that other matter. You promised to take care of for me. I will hold you to that if I am to do this service for you. That isn’t debated... now or in the future. a belated and hasty mother! escapes the dwarfs’ lips as the matron, finally done with his insolence, draws small item out of one of her sleeves. The dwarf now suddenly in a hurry to follow commands, squeezes past the guards and out the door, making sure it closes behind him tightly.
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Thus it begins the dwarf says under his breath, my stint as the arachnid wench’s babysitter. If it wasn’t for that other matter, not even the money would be an incentive to do this. But if I am to survive the impropriety of my last, score, I must be cautious and part of that is leaving town while not seeming to need to leave town. The stout and short dwarf hurries down the streets still muttering under his breath. To those close enough to hear, he is making a list of things that he will need for alchemical games.
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Later that day, in the local taverns, Yes of course I will accompany you to the capital. After all you will need someone to talk with without using a sword to loosen his tongue. I shall inform my superiors that I have a task that will indefinitely put me in your service. Hmmm…. He pauses to think things over for a second or two, Perhaps a blood debt could be arranged…Of course me to you. It wouldn’t work the other way. It would have to be convincing without actually letting you dirty your palms. Perhaps,…..yes that could work……perhaps have your body guard jump to my rescue in the streets. Just don’t let the fight go on to long before he joins me. YES I AM WORRIED ABOUT MY HIDE! I can pick the fight don’t insult me by saying you’ll arrange it…not only do I not want it done that way…but I wouldn’t trust it the words wander off into the space of the room. Now to make it happen…I have a bone to pick with a local youngster of the house Ilric-dr’ec. And yes he won’t walk away.

Dambrath land of deserts. Dambrath land of the damned. Land of the Damned Crinti. Worse in some ways than the lightless drow for the Crinti take the worst of humans and the drow and mingle them into one taint. I’d almost rather live on the waters of the bay of dolphins than have to deal with the Crinti. The only thing I hate worse than Crinti are their parent git, drow. The shortish dwarf says to the youngsters gathered at the foot of the table.
Hush!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t fill their heads with blasphemous comments and ideas that will only get them dead or worse, enslaved. comes the rushed and scared tones of the halfling mistress. At the sound of the frantic voice of his help, a rather tall dwarf trundles over quickly to see what the disturbance. There. There. No need to upset her in such away with all your praddle. and keep your opinions about the “others” to yerself. He bellows and whispers at the same time. [b]If you can’t do it yer welcome to take your carcass out of here. He says in a lower voice.
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The crypt was more and less than expected. The initial doors were easy to enter. A simple set of lock picks had jimmied it open for me and my two compatriots. The halfling, Scourdes, was in and searching for loot, limes, and more lusciousness. It was then that the statues came to life. Four lifelike cobra statues. The first two struck before, Scourdes, could respond. His screams still echo in the shadows of the mind. T’risik was quicker than the snakes. Drawing a concoction and lobbing it into them, we watched as they hardened and then crumbled. Downing a concoction of my own, I scampered up the walls and out of reach of any other potential threats.
Laughs! Lots of fun! Lots of fun! I’m glad that Scourdes was just a scoundrel and not part of us. We are the terrible two. Twins of trouble. the dark peal of a voice, the voice of a Crinti, the voice of another survivor sounded across the chamber. Must be something good in here if they go to all the trouble to guard it with constructs. And now we have one less to split with. Lets get this next door opened.
I grabbed my bag of goodies and mismatched gear that I had obtained throughout the years and ducked under the edge of the aqueduct. It took me almost 20 minutes to solve the puzzle encoded lock and open the small alcove. The water drained as the door swung in. The undead rose when the water died. Ghouls had been waiting for just such an entrance. T’risik was in the room, swords drawn and whirling in freestyle destruction mere moments from my opening the door. You know your job. Get the stuff and lets get out. I can only hold them for so long. she cried in exasperation at my hesitation. Gotcha light lover I yelled back, snagging a few bags of something left on the floor and then dodging back out the room. Make like a tinker gnome now and get the cogs out. I bellow back not waiting to see if she follows or not, I bolt for the entrance. We escaped unscathed although shorter one then when we began. We were un scathed I thought.
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Brand her, came the command from the armored drow. I want her marked as a thief and a scoundrel. I could do nothing but stand by and watch as T’sirik had her head shorn of all hair and then branded with the mark of Loviatar at the base of the skull. Now I know it wasn’t my fault that her part was her responsibility but I can’t help but think that she would be raucous and disrespectful and unpious had we not been in that tomb. Her eyes found mine and I saw something that caused me more than on night of terror, I saw her look of hate. She blamed me! She had tried to sell the information on the crypt and how to get in and been caught. The Arkaiun, the human, she had tried to swindle, was stronger than she had been. The guards were called and she was presented to the council to be dealt with. “Justice” was meted out with mercy for a drow. If she had not been Crinti, low in status, but still Crinti; the penalty would have been death as it was branding and being outcast was harsh in the desert. Forced to wander from camp to camp and city to city. No house, no name, and nobody to care if you’re killed. The equivalent of death for a Crinti or a Drow. And she thought I was to blame. She knew as much as I knew that you don’t rob the crypts of the humans. The punishment had to be harsh and fast so the Shebali won’t attempt to revolt once more. I had warned her not to be impetuous or stupid but she had been both. Now she was beyond my help. I turned and walked away, knowing I will always look behind me for a shadow of my past.
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The Trunadar were not gentle in their methods, but I had come to learn so I endured. I studied under their tutelage for several years. Their herbalists and witch doctors where renowned for their skills with poison. We studied the frogs, the flora, and dissected the fauna day after day. They never accepted me but the did allow me to study, guarded heavily, in their Amtar home. I was then escorted to the boundaries of the forest and told to head to the gnollwatch mountains. Do not enter again unless you have an escort. You came unannounced and have stayed your welcome and then some. Don’t press courtesy to crimson. They left me then with my gear and my knowledge but no goodbye for they had made it known that I was not family.
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I was pulled from the Swagdar by a small merchant band of halflings. I had been wandering for a while they said, delirious and almost dead. I was found with poison coursing through my veins, the desert centipede. I was also found with 3 arrows in my body, a noose around my neck, and daggers buried to their hilts in my palms and heels. I had been left. As my body became pieced back together my mind only remembered bits. I had ran into an old friend on the streets of Rethmar and I thought she had forgotten. I greeted her and we had a drink together. I don’t remember much more other than half waking in my room aware that I had been drugged and this “friend” was there. I remember flashes of knives, pliers, and other instruments of torture. I remember a haze of weeks going through one “style” of treatment to another. The one phrase that still echoes in my mind is “No longer the twins of trouble.”
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Yes Mother, I shall follow as you have indicated. Should she become more of a threat to you I will see that she is safely and publicly removed or atleast removed from any sort of functional ability. I accept the convenience this causes you. I would in return ask that you provide me with several doses of your common poison. This will help me eliminate any that threaten her or you quietly, the stout dwarf answers as he parts the corner curtain and steps out.
As a retainer… a pregnant pause ensues then a more humbled honored retainer, yes? The dwarf takes a knee to the matron. I will save a dose for her when her usefulness to me is done. Lying little surface elf the dwarf thinks while showing a feigned abeyance.

Slowly, with cautious tone, the goggled dwarf continues I will of course need to send a copy of my expenses from time to time to be reimbursed. I am not rich enough, even in your generous employ, to accomplish my task on my own. And you will be wanting reports of course what a better way can there be than to have an emissary between us from time to time of course. I will leave the fate of this in your hands of course.
The dwarf turns to walk out not really waiting to be dismissed, a slight he knows he may one day pay for. As he nears the doors the youngster left earlier, he pauses and speaks slower and much more cautiously… And mother, that other matter. You promised to take care of for me. I will hold you to that if I am to do this service for you. That isn’t debated... now or in the future. a belated and hasty mother! escapes the dwarfs’ lips as the matron, finally done with his insolence, draws small item out of one of her sleeves. The dwarf now suddenly in a hurry to follow commands, squeezes past the guards and out the door, making sure it closes behind him tightly.
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Thus it begins the dwarf says under his breath, my stint as the arachnid wench’s babysitter. If it wasn’t for that other matter, not even the money would be an incentive to do this. But if I am to survive the impropriety of my last, score, I must be cautious and part of that is leaving town while not seeming to need to leave town. The stout and short dwarf hurries down the streets still muttering under his breath. To those close enough to hear, he is making a list of things that he will need for alchemical games.
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Later that day, in the local taverns, Yes of course I will accompany you to the capital. After all you will need someone to talk with without using a sword to loosen his tongue. I shall inform my superiors that I have a task that will indefinitely put me in your service. Hmmm…. He pauses to think things over for a second or two, Perhaps a blood debt could be arranged…Of course me to you. It wouldn’t work the other way. It would have to be convincing without actually letting you dirty your palms. Perhaps,…..yes that could work……perhaps have your body guard jump to my rescue in the streets. Just don’t let the fight go on to long before he joins me. YES I AM WORRIED ABOUT MY HIDE! I can pick the fight don’t insult me by saying you’ll arrange it…not only do I not want it done that way…but I wouldn’t trust it the words wander off into the space of the room. Now to make it happen…I have a bone to pick with a local youngster of the house Ilric-dr’ec. And yes he won’t walk away.

3ed and 4th sisters found her looking down in the warehouse. She was checking the shipment of pelts and spices that would be sent later that week to the capital. the very one she would be traveling with. Such as her status that she actually worked. Worked like some common servant. Arr but a job can have its benefits. Like overseeing the boxing and packing, the slaves as they worked. And the money that could be skimmed off.

The gangmaster had found a slave lacking and was giving the whip. A human, it was always the Moneky-kin. She never understood why they paid for them as slaves. They had such short lives what was the point. Now Half-orcs, they worked hard, and cause little or no trouble. She had set more than one free after the 35 years of service. Which was the house policy for slaves. The whip only gets you so far her mother often said, but hope, now hope would keep a slave working for a lifetime.

As her sisters got close she turned to face them. It was not hard to know when they got close, the frivolous slippers they had on, sent a clip-clap across the stones.

"Arr poor little princesses"

Roz had no guards with her, with her sister strat from the house meeting that had come unarmed, just silk robes and anger. whereas she, working with slaves was armed and armored. As per the house mandate, having a job had benefits. But if looks could kill both her sisters would have lied wast to armies. Roz gave them a small.

"So sisters mine, how goes the meeting with mother?"

Friona 4th sister spat words.

"You ^$&£! You were the one meant to be married off, YOU! worthless mare, worth only being bread with that half-elf lord Longleaf. Not Me!! You £&^£ ^££!!..."

But Calrina now acted the claiming hand, and got in front of 4th and slowed her down.

"We talked about this Friona, there has just been a miss understanding. We can..."

Roz butted in

"Nope no mistake, Calrina, Friona going to wed that, how did she put it, fat half-witted, baboon of a drunk lord."

Roz said with an even tone, savoring every moment. After years of being looked down on, pranks played on, downright bullied, disrespected tormented, treated as little more than a pet as a slave herself, buy all four of her siblings, She had at long last got revenge. this was going to be sweat and needed to be taken cold.

"What was it as well, you said to mother when you've planned this marriage for me. O yes. [i]'She is going to make him a prized breeding sow. Dropping half-breed brats from her crutch for the rest of her life. Locked away and only put on a show when his woodland nobles' family deem to see his pet in public, and Worth every penny for the coin will make from the new trading rites. That about right you two?"

Friona face was livid she was so angry the only words she could utter were.

"HOW COULD YOU KNOW!"

Now to really put the fox in the coop.

Roz looked at Calrina.

"How do you think?"

Now Calrina face went red,

"You Lying %£^(, ..."

But Friona had grabbed Calrina by the arm and spun her back to face her.

"HOW COULD YOU, I TRUSTED YOU!! WE WERE TO USE HER FOR THE PLAN!!"[/ib]

[b]"SHE IS LYING, can't you see that, she must have found out another way. I would never..."

Now Roz could not help herself.

"Yes your plan, use me to get a better deal from Longleaf, use that as leverage on mother so that Calrina could have a child, and make her air apparent."

She took out a small vial from her belt.

"Calrina did you tell Friona, the part of the plan where you did a deal with 2ed sister, to ask mother to breed and you poison poor Friona and child? I have a feeling you left that part out."

She tossed the vile at Calrina.

"Friona, I belave mothers pet dwarf to give her toxin type. Best seek him for the antidote."

Now Calrina looked stunned, one more turn.

"Friona, dear I do hope you also told Calrina, your part of the plan. where you asked 1st sister to have Calrina take my place here in the warehouse here. Working hard, once I was wed. Now if there is nothing more, I have things to arrange."

And she did the unthinkable, she turned her back on her sisters. For a moment she waited, if they had brains any at all they would push her off the balcony. But from the sounds of ripping silk and pulled hair, that was the last thing on their minds. O well things to do,

She called out.

"Jarric, this that my mount, good, now where is the donkey the dwarf. It's a long trip and his little legs will slow us down so. Hold there Im coming down."

And she stepped onto the small wall and jumped, falling down, just as if pushed, but just before she was to hit the ground, she slowed and landed lightly. Such as the use of her blood's magic gifts. Not that her sisters know, rolling around on the stones back there. just as they did not know that she had set up one of Longleaf's agents to meet them. Told to palace in their minds the deal and its price. That she had befriended her mother's pet poisoning dwarf, just so she could find who was keeping to the person who. And that 1st and 2ed sisters would be so interested in parts of the plan, just the right parts to take from it what they wanted. And all she asked for was.. to be sent away on house business and get her freedom. She could have told them what her mother had said, That she was the smart one. But where would be the fun in that? it tasted so much better to have them as they were then, rolling around on the floor. Roz smiled as she walked over to check the mounts.

Herkymr the Silly, Roz will get your PC a Donky. Can't have him walking everywhere.

Adil Alhazrad Halfling NG Fire(Ash) Domain Druid(Feyspeaker + Mooncaller) Favored Class Druid[Skillx1]
HP:9|BaB:0|AC:17 T:14 FF:14|Fort:4 Ref:4 Will:3(8 vs charm/compulsion) |Init:+10
Str: 9-2 =7
Dex: 14+2 =16
Con: 12 =12
Int: 12 =10
Wis: 10 =10
Cha: 18+2 =20

Skills
Ranks Stat Class Misc Total
Bluff 1 5 Y 0 9
Diplomancy 1 5 Y 0 9
Disguise 1 5 Y 0 9
Handle Animal 1 5 Y 0 9
Heal 1 0 Y 0 4
Survival 1 0 Y 0 4
Knowledge Planes 1 1 N 0 2
Stealth 1 3 Y 4 12
Background
Slight of hand 1 3 N 0 4
Knowledge Geography 1 1 Y 0 5

Racial Features
Small
Fleet of foot: (30ft move speed, replaces slow+surefooted
Shadowplay (+1 CL to light, darkness, shadow spells, replaces weapon familiarity)
Fey Quickened: (Grants Run as a bonus feat, and +2 to initative, replaces fearless and keen senses)
Halfling luck: +1 to all saves

Cool Class Features
Domain: Fire(Ash)
-3xday, 30ft ranged touch attack d6 +1/2lvl
Wild Empathy
Half BaB, 6 skill points per level, no medium armor proficiency, cha to spells, bluff, diplomancy, disguise, sense motive as skills
Wild Mischeif

Languages:
Common
Halfling
Sylvan
Druidic

Traits:
Reactionary: +2 init
Irrepressible: +Cha instead of Will vs charm/compulsion

Feats
Halfling: Run
1st: Improved Initative: +4 init
3rd: Healer's Hands
5th: Skill focus Heal
7th: Nature Spell

Equipment:
Sling(0)
Club (0)
Heavy Wooden Shield (7)
Reinforced Tunic (1)
62gp

Spells:
Orisons: Usual Loadout: Create Water, Guidence, Detect Magic
Level 1's, 2+domain, Usual Loadout: (Endure Elements, Thunderstomp +Burning Hands)

The desert is not a place that most would consider teeming with life. As such, it might be considered strange for there to be druids there. Adil knows that those people who question finding life in the desert are fools. Life is mighty, and powerful. Below the surfice of the sand, beetles crawl. Above it, even plants have adapted to survive in the harsh conditions. Not even the fey have abandoned the desert, although they tend to be harder, less forgiving, competing as they are with the Djinn, the Eefrit, the Peri. Someone has to watch over the life here, and ensure that the cochineal that grow on the cactus flowers are not overharvested for their pigments. Someone must maintain the delicate balance of oasisis, lest they dry up. Adil is the newest addition to the druidic circle that protects these areas.
Born a servant to the Drow, Adil had an uncommon affinity with nature even as a youth. More concerningly, he also had a fondness for flame, often staring directly into candles or fires for hours at a time. As such, many thought the little halfling boy to be simple, or at the very least slow. This was far from the truth. Adil had a keen mind, it just worked slightly differently than others. Always constantly lost in a world of his own making, Adil absentmindedly wandered off once, into the desert. That should have been the end of him. But somehow, Adil wandered into a meeting of the Council of the Desert, the druids who oversee this area. That shouldn't have been possible, as the area was warded against all non-druids entering their sanctum. So they assumed that he must be their newest recruit. You see, one of them had finally gotten old enough to die of natural causes, the fate that will befall most druids, and so were looking for a new member. Fate had brought Adil there that day.
Indeed, it seemed as if Fate had truely smiled upon the Council of the Desert that day, as the Druidic council had just been growing more and more concerned about the activities of the Drow. Their proclivity for incestuous relationships and demon summoning had always been seen as troubling, but something bigger was afoot. And they had just aquired a new recruit who had a job working with a Drow family. Watch, investigate, report, that was Adil's granted mission. For the first time in the young Halfling's life, he felt seen by the druids. He gladly accepted his new mission. After all, he had no love for his Drow masters, who had seperated him from his family at birth.
Slow to realize what is going on around him, and almost floating through life, Adil nevertheless harbors a deep memory for those who have wronged him. As a halfling, he is less carefully watched than some of the other servants, giving him plenty of time to slip away for a day or two. Some of the other halflings noted that when he came back from the desert, he was different, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it. But at the end of the day, Adil is a kind soul, who would be caring if he had anyone to care for.

The dwarf stands shorter by a head than most of his other kin. The thin framed glasses, the thin, dark grey, cotton vest, leather boots and gloves gives this dwarf a distinct appearance. Melded with the backpack is a mix and match of gear, usually self-made and quality rather dubious. Arm bands restraining various vials are on both of his upper arms. The tops of his boots have been folded down to compensate for the heat. Thick leather gloves adorn his hands part in protection and part to hide the scars from to many almost successful experiments. His hair is preternaturally white and part of the front is missing leaving a created widow’s peak. This widow’s peak is probably caused by acid and splatter connecting with the upper portions of his head. He has a subtle salty smell to his whole persona, possible from sweat mixed with alkahest salts from mixing and matching bomb ingredients. His forehead is wrinkled and crunched up creating furrows in his skin. His lips are pursed but can hardly be observed through the long mustache and beard that adorn his jowls. He wears loose fitting tunic under his vest and gear. This is long sleeved but light weight allowing for protection from the sun while not increasing the heat drastically. Altogether, the visage of a self-made man in the making stands before you.

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Rozalic is tall and slender for a Crinti, standing some 6'4". As Crinti go, She has Drow-like ears, Silver hair, and blue/purple skin. The only real thing that marked her as having some Elf in her, is her purple eyes. In attire, as the lesser child of a noble and honorable Crinti house. She wears fine but functional clothing and carries good weapons, but none magical. Such is her standing.

In manner, Roz often regards others with the eyes of a born predator, cold hard, and Ruthless. Yet she is not all bad, she has a fast wit and can at even be kind to those she likes or those she feels need it. But never mistake that for softness. Her mind is always working and if she is being kind to you, there is always more than one reason why.
If one was to sum her up in just three words, they would probably be.

Complicated, witty and Calculating