Compsognathus
N Tiny Animal
Init +6
Senses: Low-light vision; scent; Perception +4
DEFENSE
AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +2 size, +2 natural armor)
HP 3
Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +2
OFFENSE
Speed 40 ft, swim 20 ft
Melee bite +1 melee (1d3-1 plus poison)
Space 2 ½ ft Reach 0 ft
Special Ability Poison: bite-injury; save Fort DC 12; frequency 1/rd 4 rds; effect 1d2 STR; cure 1 save.
STATISTICS
Str 8, Dex 15, Con 14, Int 6, Wis 11, Cha 5
Base Atk +1; CMB +0; CMD 9
Feats: Improved Initiative,
Special: Alertness, Improved Evasion, Share Spells, Empathic Link, Deliver touch spells, Speak with master, Speak with animals of its kind
Skills: Perception +4, Swim +7;
Total weight carried: 23 lbs LIGHT ENCUMBRANCE
Total spent: 179.73g
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Background:
Cyniq al'Vysin, why her parents gave her that moniker she never could get a straight answer. Not that she cared all that much, about what her parents thought, at least. It wasn't her fault that her father had a dalliance with some Celestial. She figured she should be grateful that she could at least pass for a human at school. But that was years ago.
Cyniq sighed as she finished copying the scroll. She had thought that completing her schooling at the Stone of Seers would give her adventure! challenges! a life! But no, since she didn't fit the expectation of a diviner and had the audacity to barely pass marks in abjuring the placement counselor hadn't done much to find her employment.
She probably should be happy that she at least had a respectable job and lodging in the Grand Arches. Scribing for an old gnomish merchant wasn't too bad. And it did give her a nice view.
"I've finished this stack, can I take off now? I heard that Burgstem just received a couple cases of books, from Absalom!"
The old gnomish merchant, Hjigl Stormstrider smiled at the young girl, "sure, run along, but remember, I lock the door one mark past dusk, if you want dinner and a bed, be in before then!" Cyniq smiled and ran out the door, if she hurried she would have time to catch Jarek before he went to work. They hadn't spent any time together for days.
With her red hair streaming out from under the scarf she was wearing Cyniq reflected that life was good, even with the death of her parents last year. It still hurt, but not as much, anymore. She did wish she and her stepmother had gotten along better. But that was the past.