Male Arcanist 4 I HP 14/30 I AC 12 [T 12 FF 10] I Fort +3 Ref +3 Will +5 I Init +4 I CMB 0 CMD 12 I Perception +4 I
Classes/Levels
Spells: 1st: 6/6 2nd: 3/3 I Arcane reservoir 5/7
About Darius Radulescu
Darius
Male human (Varisian) arcanist 4 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 8)
CN Medium humanoid (human)
Init +4; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 30 (4d6+12)
Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +5
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee dagger +0 (1d4-2/19-20)
Ranged light crossbow +4 (1d8/19-20)
Special Attacks arcane reservoir (2/7), arcanist exploits (metamagic knowledge[ACG], potent magic[ACG]), consume spells
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 4th; concentration +4)
. . 3/day—dancing lights Arcanist Spells Prepared (CL 4th; concentration +9)
. . 2nd (3/day)—glitterdust (DC 17)
. . 1st (6/day)—burning hands (DC 17), enlarge person (DC 16), toppling magic missile
. . 0 (at will)—acid splash, daze (DC 15), detect magic, light, message, read magic
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Statistics
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Str 7, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 21, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +2; CMB +0; CMD 12
Feats Spell Focus (evocation), Spell Specialization[UM], Toppling Spell[UM], Varisian Tattoo[ISWG]
Traits magical lineage, reactionary
Skills Appraise +9, Craft (alchemy) +10, Knowledge (arcana) +12, Knowledge (geography) +12, Knowledge (history) +12, Knowledge (local) +12, Knowledge (nature) +9, Knowledge (planes) +12, Knowledge (religion) +9, Perception +4, Spellcraft +12
Languages Common, Draconic, Elven, Infernal, Shoanti, Thassilonian, Varisian
Combat Gear potion of cure light wounds (2), runestone of power (1st)[ACG], scroll of comprehend languages, scroll of mage armor (x4), scroll of monkey fish, scroll of obscuring mist, alchemist's fire (2); Other Gear crossbow bolts (10), dagger, light crossbow, ioun torch ioun stone[APG], arcanist starting spellbook, backpack, belt pouch, spell component pouch, 484 gp
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Special Abilities
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Arcane Reservoir +2 DC or CL (7/day) (Su) Pool of points fuel exploits, or can expend to add +2 CL or DC while cast spell.
Consume Spells (1/day) (Su) As a move action, expend a spell slot to add its spell levels to arcane reservoir.
Spell Focus (Evocation) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.
Spell Specialization (Magic Missile) Pick one spell and cast it as if you were higher level
Toppling Spell Spell with the force descriptor knocks targets prone.
Varisian Tattoo (Evocation) Spells from chosen school gain +1 caster level.
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background:
A flashback - many years ago….
A boy lies in the floor.
There’s pain. In stomach, ribs, jaw. Maybe broken bones.
He tries to open his eyes. Only one opens, the other is swollen shut. Vision is blurry, but he sees Jolas looming over him. Jolas and the other big kids. Jolas is shouting something - he feels spittle hitting his face, but he can’t make out the words. Ears are ringing too much. But it’s not hard to guess, it’s probably the usual threats and insults.
If he could, he would smile. Easy to rile up the big kids, the simple-minded idiots. He knows he shouldn’t. But he can’t help his mouth. It’ll kill him one day. Maybe even today.
Everything fades to black.
When the boy wakes up the next time, he is alone. Alone except for the pain, that hadn’t gone anywhere. Slowly, and painfully, he crawls towards his bunk. There, he rolls a blanket around him, seeking warmth. And from his secret stash, behind a loose board, he reaches for his greatest treasure - a leather bound book. A book of magic he managed to steal from some unfortunate soul a while back. In the front cover lies a name ‘Blaise’, perhaps the previous owner of the book. The boy has decided to replace the name with his own as soon as he has the tools for it. But as for the book itself, the boy returns to it every night. Reading each incomprehensible word again and again. And after each time, he feels like he is closer to unrevealing the greatest of secrets.
Now…
Things are certainly easier now. Darius is quite protected in this cellar, the one Lamm calls ‘the lab’. Of course, in reality it’s merely a simple distillery for creating the drug shiver out of spider venom. Simple process, boring work. Boring, but safe.
Occasionally, Darius still gets to trade insults with Jolas and his kin - but they are too afraid to bring the fight to ‘Lamm’s lab’. So those big tough men have little option than to accept the verbal abuse and walk away. Highlight of Darius’ week, whenever that happens. But it also makes him even more a prisoner to this lab, for bumping into that lot in the street wouldn’t be healthy for him.
Good part of boredom is that Darius has time for his books, and his practice of magic. No one cares what happens in the lab, as long shiver flows. So plenty of time to practice. And he has gotten quite good at it. Soon, he has little to fear from Jolas, or even Lamm. He’ll walk wherever he wants.
There’s a mirror hanging on the wall. Darius looks there, and his reflection stares back. Dark hair and trimmed moustache on lean face. Surprisingly, no scars visible on the face. A locket hangs around his neck, a memoir from his mother whose face he has already forgotten. Representing where he came from. Bloodshot eyes, red from months of inhaling the venomous vapours of the distillery. Representing who he is now. And the leather-bound spell book. Representing who he will be.
Darius nods to the image in the mirror. ‘This is who you are, best you never forget it’
