About Cathyriel AlaroInitiative +5; Perception +6
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Str 10, Dex 18, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 10
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Trapfinding: A rogue adds 1/2 her level on Perception checks to locate traps and on Disable Device checks (minimum +1). A rogue can use Disable Device to disarm magic traps. Finesse Training (Ex): Spells: An eldritch scoundrel casts arcane spells drawn from the wizard spell list. An eldritch scoundrel must choose and prepare her spells ahead of time. She learns, prepares, and casts spells exactly as a wizard does, including adding new spells to her spellbook and gaining two additional spells known (of any level she can cast) each time she gains a rogue level with this archetype. An eldritch scoundrel can cast only a certain number of spells of each spell level per day. Her base daily spell allotment is the same as the magus class. _______________
Acrobatics +8
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Drug addict: You blame Gaedren for your brush with death and hate how his drugs are causing similar problems among other youths. Fortunately, your body recovers quickly from toxins, and you gain a +1 trait bonus on Fortitude saving throws. Arcane Temper: You have quick reactions and fierce concentration. You gain a +1 trait bonus on concentration and initiative checks. _______________
Arcane Strike Two-Weapon Fighting _______________
ORISONS Acid splash
FIRST LEVEL
Mage Armour
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Spellbook
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Growing up poor didn’t leave Cathyriel with a lot of options. The criminal life was one she slipped into with ease, just as she can slip past a guard or a locked door. Clever and curious, she has always been just bright enough to get herself into the sort of trouble that less clever people know how to steer clear of. Lifting a purse from one of Gaedran Lamm’s cronies a few years back was, in hindsight, spectacularly stupid; but unfortunately it doesn’t rank at the top of stupid things she has done. Lamm, it turns out, appreciates talent; although he made it abundantly clear that he prefers it to be used for him, rather than against. It was a lesson served with a hefty dose of pain, one that Cathy can still remember. Afterwards he offered her some work stealing for him – not lifting purses, either. Good paying work that got her into nice houses, lifting papers from a magistrate’s office or planting evidence in the den of someone Lamm wanted gone. If on the way in or out, she took something that caught her fancy then Lamm was fine with that – as long as he got his cut of the loot, which Cathy made sure he always did. Lamm frightens her like nobody else ever has. Lamms’ drug operations are a badly-kept secret, in that everyone knows he deals in the stuff but nobody has any evidence. Those in his circle who are trusted with the stuff are few and far between. About six months ago, Cathy graduated into that circle and was tasked with slipping past the watch patrols to supply Lamms’ drugs to the bored kids of rich families. (She’s Chelaxian, so with a bit of work she doesn’t look too out of place in the nicer parts of town – provided she doesn’t talk too much. You can take the girl out of the gutter…). When you’re at that level, part of your pay comes in the form of drugs – lighter and more valuable than gold, provided you do the smart thing and sell it on rather than sample it. To this day, Cathy has no idea why she tried it. Partly curiosity, partly that sense of arrogant immortality that only the young possess (‘sure, other people get addicted to this stuff, but it’ll never happen to ME.’). But these days, anything Lamm gives her as pay doesn’t go any further than her. She’s sold most of her stuff, moved out of her apartment and into the slums of Old Korvosa, gone back to lifting purses off the street. Thus far it hasn’t affected her work, and Lamm still regards her as an asset. Thus far... _______________
Cathyriel (most people just call her Cathy, apart from Lamm; who calls her his Cat) has the wary look of people who’ve grown up on the street, hard and untrusting. Sly and secretive, she tends to walk – or lurk – alone and has few people she regards as close. Her pale skin and long, black hair mark her as pure Chelaxian, a descendant of the ones who arrived all those centuries ago and took over on the basis that they could. Her scrawny, underfed appearance and dark circles under her eyes mark her as an addict, although she would insist that the correct term is “functional addict” and she (generally) isn’t stupid enough to get high on or just before the job. Cathyriel has recently put her cleverness and curiosity into the study of magic, which is another string to her bow and one that she’s fairly sure Lamm doesn’t know about. Although keeping secrets from the King of Spiders is never a sure thing. So far she hasn’t been able to do much more than protect herself, but one day ultimate power could be hers, perhaps. _______________
"Grease-Fingered" Ruslo: If Ruslo has a last name, Cathy doesn’t know it. He’s one of Lamm’s key enforcers and is generally the person who passes on his orders to Cathy. Ruslo is brutal and cruel, rumoured to have been a Sczarni until even they kicked him out for causing too much trouble. He takes genuine pleasure in hurting people and Cathyriel is almost as scared of him as she is of Lamm himself. Almost. He is known to have occasional binges on shiver, but seems to avoided the worst of the addiction that plagues Cathy. She is both impressed by this and resentful of it, especially because he knows of her addiction and uses it to torment her with. Just because he can. Yarryn Leroung: Alas, poor Yarryn. In one of those classic nature-vs-nurture arguments, he could have become a genuinely good and decent person if he hadn’t been born a Leroung. Of all the noble families of Cheliax, the Leroungs are the ones who went deepest into diabolism and fiendish magic and Yarryn shares that indoctrination. He’s a graduate student at the Academae, although the topic of his PhD thesis is perhaps best left undiscussed; he encountered Cathyriel when she was at a student party, supplying drugs to his friends (Yarryn doesn’t partake). His idea of a chat-up line was to ask Cathy if she was aware of her “classical Chelaxian figure” but Cathy was amused and intrigued by his self-assurance (and, bluntly, the obvious signs of his wealth) and they have struck up some sort of weird relationship. Yarryn has (somewhat patronisingly) taught her some of the rudiments of magic, although to his surprise she has proved to be an apt student. Unfortunately, about a month ago, he decided in his usual well-intentioned but high-handed fashion to stage an “intervention” about her drug use: Cathy woke up in the grip of withdrawal symptoms to find he’d dumped her drugs down the sink and was smashing up all of her paraphernalia. With a rage that she didn’t know she had (and which, honestly, frightens her when she thinks about it) she went for him with her knives, intent on gutting him there and then. He only got away by hitting her with a stunning spell (which made her even angrier) and running for his life. They haven’t made any attempt to contact each other since then. Helga Tovaryn: An alchemist and dealer in arcane supplies. When Cathy started learning magic, Yarryn gave her a list of things she would need, including spellbooks and other tomes of lore. The price tags on the shops near the Academae made her eyes water, but even poor people occasionally need magic. Which is where Helga comes in. She runs a store in Old Korvosa, where rents are lower. The crowd is rougher, but nobody robs old Helga. She supplies scrolls, parchment, ink and spell components for a good price. Just don’t ask questions about where they came from. Helga has a pleasant and kind demeanour, and cultivates a grandmotherly air; but she has an abacus for a brain and if she has a heart, it pumps ice-water rather than blood. |
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