About Cabaguil HobnilHuman sorcerer (diabolic bloodline) 20
Ability Scores (Ancestry: +2 Wis, +2 Cha; Background; +2 Int, +2 Cha; Class: +2 Cha; Determine: Dex +2, Int +2, Wis +2, Cha +2, Level 5: +2 Str, +2 Int, +2 Wis, +1 Cha, Level 10: +2 Con, +2 Int, +2 Wis, +1 Cha; Level 15: +2 str, +2 dex, +2 con, +1 cha, Level 20: +2 str, +2 dex, +2 con, +1 cha, Free boost: +1 cha)
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Speed 30 feet (including +5' from boots)
Feats
Bardic Spells Spell attack +28 (T), Spell DC’s 38 (T)
* - Bloodline Spells
Equipment Weight: 3 bulk, 8 L, 4 -; Cash: 1,024gp, 9sp, 6cp
Sleeves of Storage, greater (I) (600gp, L)
Potions and Scrolls
Comprehend Languages (12gp)
Belt Pouch (4cp, -): filled with unusual animal and fish bones & teeth in various states of carving
Appearance
A sharp scrimshaw-scribe always seems to be dancing in his hands, along with some bit of unusual animal bone or tooth. When he’s not otherwise engaged, he’s often absurdly hunched over, peering at the small item as he scratches designs into its surface. Sometimes visible is a long cat’s fang tooth, itself covered in scrimshaw and tied to a leather strap around Cabaguil’s neck. Occasionally he wears glasses to work on the details. A somewhat overweight, but perhaps not fat, calico cat, missing her left fang tooth as it happens, is often seen with Cabaguil, occasionally peeking out of his pack. A longtime friend, they are rarely parted. Background, Public Knowledge:
Cabaguil Hobnil has worked for a minor functionary in the government for the last few years. Largely pushing paper, he has often seemed a little out of place, too talented for the junior position he held, particularly as his family was somewhat well known in the are - his father serving in the military until his death with honor just a year ago. He is a warm friendly man, though he has few friends. He has many acquaintances and does his best to keep their names straight in his head - something for which he seems to have some talent. He’s also known for his scrimshaw work, and unusual bones and teeth often find their way to his hands often to be returned, sometimes months later, artistically etched, though his skill is yet a little rough. He also does more mundane repairs on the side.
Background, Private Details:
From an old Chelaxian noble family in Breachill, though both his parents are dead. They weren’t an evil family. Well they were of course, but only to keep up appearances as with many minor noble houses of the time. However, there was an uncle, brother to Cabaguil’s mother, a man who truly was evil. Evil to the core. He did what he could for his nephew, conceived in part due to some plotting by him, and an infernal contract or two. His sister was unaware what she brought into the world and loved it all of a moment or two before she died from the blood lost conceiving Cabaguil. The uncle smiled - a soul had been paid for the boy, though he disappeared not long after. However, Cabaguil resisted the lure and, for a time, turned his back on the very magics coursing through his blood. It was a fools errand naturally. You can’t deny what you are. But he, a child of the devil, was not going to let that define him. He was going to rise above it clawing and scratching. When his father died defending Breachill in military service, Cabaguil knew his time on the sidelines was over. It still took a while for him to recover his fathers death, and collect what wealth and equipment he could for the coming trials, but he was now ready. Sure, all he knew was his public service as a small functionary in the government, but it was time to get his hands dirty… Cabaguil is essentially a good man, trying to compensate for powers he knows to be derived from an evil source. It’s a hard thing for him to overcome. For a time, he avoided his powers, refused to use them, shunned them. But he realized that was not productive either. They may be fueled by evil, but they do not need to do evil. At his core, he tries to do the right thing, with the tools he has at his disposal, such as they are. His goal is to aid his town in whatever way he can, much as his father did. Diplomacy was fine, and certainly had its place, but it was time for action. He was going to act, though he never handled a weapon in anger, he had done with magic. Would it be there when he summoned it for good? His mother died at his birth, and his father just in the last year. He’s a very young man not long working in the government and he has few friends. As an adolescent he kept very much to himself, and found it hard to make true friends when he did ultimately gain employment. The other clerks in his department had been there some time, and so he got the scut work and abuse - such as it was. They were mostly a reasonable group, just trying to do the work of the day. One man in particular stands out, Peric Byrch. He has befriended young Cabaguil and the two have had many drinks together at Cayden’s Keg. He even took him him a while when Cabaguil’s father died and he just couldn’t face his small ancestral home alone. In one of his oldest memories Cabaguil walked in on his father sitting on the edge of the bed. Crept in really, for his father was not immediately aware of his presence in the room. His father was crying openly, something Cabaguil had never seen before. He clutched a small portrait of his years dead wife. Cabaguil didn’t understand, and was never made to feel guilty - that his birth caused the loss so dear. The man was a good father all things considered. It was Cheliax after all…
Build Notes:
Heritage: Versatile (free general feat: Read Lips) Background: Local Scion (+2 Int, +2 Cha; Crafting Skill, Lore of Breachil skill, Specialty Crafting feat) Skill Breakdown +1 Background: Crafting +2 Bloodline: Deception, Religion +2 Background: Craft, Lore of Breachill +2 Class: Diplomacy, Society +3 Intelligence: Arcana, Medicine, Nature +2 Bardic Archetype: Occult, Performance - - - |
