About Diggle SpindlewellDIGGLE SPINDLEWELL
Spells in Effect:
Mage Armor, Shield, Antiplague (post 3188) CURRENT STATUS
Daily Spells:
Lv1 7/day - 6 Available
Lv2 5/day - 4 Available Naturally Gifted 1/day - 0 Available Elemental Ray 7/day - 7 Available Dancing Lights: 1 Available Ghost Sound: 1 Available Prestidigitation: 1 Available Speak with Animals: 0 Available Sorcerer Spells Known :
(CL 5, +2 melee touch, +5 ranged touch):
Tactics:
Use Energy Substitution when needed.
Wealth 165gp:
348 - 3gp Fish = 345gp - 5sp (Meat Skewers) = 344gp 5sp - 180gp (Mugsy the Riding Dog + Exotic Riding Saddle) = 165gp Progression:
Lv6 - Lv0 Spell Detect Magic, Lv3 Spell Chain of Perdition Lv7 - Feat: Elemental Focus, BF: Imp Initiative, Lv1 Spell Shield, Lv2 Spell Mirror Image, Lv3 Spell Force Punch Lv8 - Ability +1 CON, Lv0 Spell Message, Lv4 Spell Dragon's Breath Lv9 - Feat: Varisian Tattoo (Evocation), Lv2 Spell Alter Self, Lv3 Spell Fly, Lv4 Spell Shout Lv10 - Lv0 Spell Dancing Lights, Lv5 Spell Cone of Cold Lv11 - Feat: Spell Penetration, Lv2 Spell Resist Energy, Lv3 Spell Resist Energy, Communal, Lv4 Spell Dimension Door, Lv5 Spell Fire Snake Lv12 - Ability +1 WIS, Lv6 Spell Contagious Flame Lv13 - Feat: Greater Elemental Focus (Electricity) , BF: Lightning Reflexes, Lv4 Spell [/i], Lv5 Spell [i], Lv6 Spell [i][/i] Lv14 - Lv15 - DEFENSE
OFFENSE
Spell-Like Abilities
STATISTICS
BAB +2; CMB +0; CMD 13 FEATS
TRAITS Framed (Dropout), Naturally Gifted (1/day) Skills
Languages Common, Gnome, Sylvan SQ
Other Gear:
Consumables:
Limited Use Items:
Magic Items:
Ring of Protection +1 Cloak of Resistance +1 SPECIAL ABILITIES Combat Casting +4 to Concentration checks to cast while on the defensive.
Personality & Appearance:
At 3ft 2in and weighing in at only 37lb, this little character is the life of the party. He has sky blue hair, ocean green irises set in rather large eyes, a proportioned buttoned nose and mouth that forms into a grin which almost reaches ear to ear. His ears are mostly hidden by his unruly hair style but large soft lobes are visible. His slight frame masks the dextrous physique and stout hardiness maintained by his daily routine of aerobic exercise. Background:
Magic, ha, my people are made of the stuff. That grand and awe inspiring stuff. I grew up enjoying the whimsical nature in which my elders would fling spells around making for some extreme awkward yet hilarious predicaments. When I came into my blood born talents I reveled in its every facet. It was then I began to hunger for more, much more. I disliked the limitation my innate abilities afforded me and yearned to expand my repertoire. My pop said like all the Spindlewells I would grow into even more power but would need to attune further to the weaving of greater spells and abilities. He said, "With belief, resolve and tenacity you can be the greatest mage in the family. Let nothing defeat your destiny Diggle. You are my son and you have my belief." I hit the road with the next caravan of gnomefolk heading into the giant-lands but had no choice about the destination. I just followed along trying not to cause too much trouble. It was on the road that I began keeping a journal. My father and mother gifted me with a scribe's set and a journal hoping it would allow my practiced hand to send word home to them in years to come. I remember seeing Korvosa for the first time. Coming from wooden and timber lands to such an imposing landmark filled me with fear and fire. I could tell this place could chew you up and swallow you but that stoked my fire into resolve. I would make this place work for me. So I kept afloat, earning my keep as a scribe and after reinvesting my earnings in the craft gained enough skill to afford my own room and keep a distance from the 'wolves' and rats on the street. Life was going to my grand plan. After a few years on a waiting list, I was accepted into the Acadamae where I would pursue the very path I had always felt destined for. I began my studies into the Planes and Arcana, magical item use and activations and the glorious arts of spell weaving. With my profession as a scribe and superb calligraphy skill, I gained an immediate good standing with the professors making copies and final drafts of important texts. I was immersed in all I had dreamed of being. It seemed surreal but it all fell over dramatically. One day all is well and the next I'm a rat in a barrel being rolled down the docks. A local fisherman claimed to seen me commit a murder. Bloody weasle! Poor fool of bloody weasle. He had been forced into it by a well known crime figure which he was known for doing often. Gaedren Lamm! I spit the name. I curse his birth and would do him ill at every turn I could. A friend of mine got to the fisherman and got the truth but when Lamm found out, he sent his thugs to tie up the loose end before his testimony could be recanted. Too late, the damage was done and Headmaster Toff had no choice but to expel me due to the inconclusive case being dismissed. Truthfully I was wounded greatly by the experience but my pops words found their way back and lifted my out of my sorrowful stupor. I was able to get away with a book on Evocations and began training myself. More now than ever I would need to be self-reliant and resourceful.
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