Special Elven Immunities (immune to magical sleep effects, +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects)
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OFFENSE
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Spd 15 ft.
Melee +1 spear (1d8+1, 20/x3, brace)
Melee +1 silver dagger (1d4, 19-20/x2)
Melee +1 cold iron dagger (1d4+1, 19-20/x2)
Ranged +3 thrown rock (2d4+3, RI 20', 5 RI, 20/x2)
Weaknesses Light Blindness (blinded for 1 round if exposed to bright light, such as sunlight or the daylight spell, dazzled in bright light)
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STATISTICS
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Str 14 (+2), Dex 14 (+2), Con 14 (+2), Int 13 (+1), Wis 10 (+0), Cha 17 (+3)
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 14
Feats Point-Blank Shot (+1 to attack and damage rolls if within 30 ft.)
Traits Sacred Touch (as a standard action, automatically stabilize a creature by touching it), Underworld Explorer (+1 to Knowledge (dungeoneering), +1 bonus to Survival tests in an area that isn't Golarion's Largest Dungeon, Knowledge (dungeoneering) is a class skill)
1 (4/day): bless, cure light wounds, hairline fractures
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EQUIPMENT
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Scalemail, spear, oracle's kit (backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, candles (10), flint and steel, iron pot, mess kit, rope, soap, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), waterskin), troll slayer's kit (1 vial of alchemist's fire, 1 flask of acid, 10 torches, one tindertwig, 5 flasks of oil), traveler's outfit, silver dagger, cold iron dagger, smelling salts, compass, trail rations (6 days).
Background:
Look, I don't want any trouble. If my appearance bothers you, I'll leave.
What? You just want to know what my story is? How a drow girl ended up on the surface? Well, first off, I'm not drow - only half. Didn't the blonde hair clue you in? Momma was a human, and daddy was a drow raider. At least, that's what I suppose. The other way around probably wouldn't work. I don't know, I was very little at the time, and don't really recall. All I know is that momma left me to be raised by some Shelynites.
I never took to their religion. Sure, they're all about love and beauty and rainbows and other heartwarming crap, but that's not the way the world works. It's all well and good to say that beauty is only skin deep, but take it from me, skin deep is about as far as anyone ever goes. So, yeah, excuse me for being a bit dismissive of them. Besides, they carry around glaives. That's just weird.
So we came to an understanding. They wouldn't try to convert me, and I wouldn't express my opinions to people. They pretty much left me alone, which suited me just fine. It was just me and my stones. They gave me dolls to play with, but those were just soft and feminine and everything I hate about the Shelynites, so I left them alone. Rocks, though, rocks are cool. They're ageless, impermeable, cold, resolute. Do what you want to a rock, they don't bend. I've always identified with them. Maybe that's why they like me so much.
Yes, rocks like me. Stop looking at me like that. See this one? The one with all the pretty striations? His name is...well, unpronounceable to you, so we'll call him Hawb. Hawb and me, we go way back. I found him at a riverbank, and he begged me to pick him up and take him home with me. In exchange, he whispered that he would tell me things about the world that us short-lived races had forgotten. If someone tries to tell you that elephants never forget, well, trust me, that's just peanuts to rocks. Rocks never forget. They remember a time before humanity. They remember a time before gods. They remember all of this, and will remember this age after it passes, and the one after that, and the one after that. And after we all die, they will swallow us up and reclaim us. From the earth we came, and to the earth we go.
Oh, now you want me to leave again? Fine. Here's a rock to remember me by. You can call her after me, Amaronna. She will remember you long after I and the rest of the world have forgotten you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got somewhere else to be.
