Arcane temper: +1 to initiative and concentration
Spirit sense: +2 perception vs surprise, detecting invisible and incorporeal creatures
Seeker: +1 to perception/class skill
Drawback
Xenophobic: -2 to diplomacy vs creatures of a different race or culture.
language:
Halfling
Taldan (common)
Goblin
Auran
character traits:
Bloodline arcana: can change any elemental spell to electrical type
Class skill added: know planes
Electricity ray: 1d6+1/2lv 7/day
race traits:
Swift foot: 30’ move
Halfling luck: +1 to saves
Fearless: +2 to saves
Keen senses: +2 to perception
So, yer actually leaving
The balding landlord squinted at the halfling as she packed. And shook his head.
Yer’ll be back. As soon as yer learn yer place, I warrant. Halfs like you belong here. He spat on the floor.
Elsa turned to face him. Sparks glittered in her hands. Would ye want to say that again, Moffat?
Moffatt paled. Now don’t get all riled up, little’un. Meant nothing by it. Just the way of the world. He thought for a second, while she watched him. Some of ye do prosper, I guess. Could be yer one of those.
Elsa sniffed. Probably the closest thing to an apology she would get from him. She remembered when she first came here. Just after finding her gift, the magic she uses. He wasn’t so nice then, but at least he just wanted rent on time. Lately, the local thieves guild was paying for her rent, if she identified magic they had…acquired from somewhere. His tone had shifted somewhat, then. Still he tried to make the tenement she lived in more liveable, and his habits weren’t as bad as some.
I’m going, Moffatt, and I’m going to succeed. There is more to this world than this slum, and I want to see it. I want to see stars again.
She touched her holy symbol of Desna. She turned and finished packing.
Moffatt looked at her quietly for a while and said Well, yes. So I guess I will say farewell and best luck. Elsa turned, surprised. He shrugged. Yer a good tenant, unlike some, and if yer need a room in future, yer know where I am.
With an embarrassed huff, he left.
Elsa starred after him. Maybe she had misjudged him. A bit. She finished packing and left.
As she walked out of the tenement, a shadow disattached itself from a wall. Elsa Swiftfoot It said in halfling. On your way? Aye, Harry Proudfeet. The road calls. Ah, well. Did that myself for a time. Keep safe.
She grinned. And you do that too. Keep an eye on the goblins, and don’t let the watch catch you.
He huffed Don’t worry about that. I like a shadow. They will never see me.
She laughed, and went on her way. Soon she came to where the caravan was assembling. It was time to leave this place. And see the stars once more.
The swiftfoots have been farmers for many generations, for as long as records go, it seems. But times have changed, and farms are no longer small, family matters but large, corporate deals. Like many farmers, Elsa found her family broken up, and she ended up in Absolam, without kith or kin. She struggled, with prejudice, hunger, and poor jobs until the day her powers awoke.
Old granny Swiftfoot, before she passed, had the power of lightning, and now so did Elsa. Sorcery is somewhat looked down upon, as not as civilized as wizard craft, the art of the country bumkin or barbarian lands. But producing lightning in the dawn age is a useful thing, so work and pay improved. She worked the understand how spells worked, and she dealt with those who need magic, regardless of where it comes from. Thieves trying to id magic, driving off the local goblin gangs, creating light for those who need it, and the scientists who tinkered with the lightning, seeking to make a new world. That last one paid well.
But Elsa has a goal. Find the rest of her family, if possible, or make a new one. And make sure it was safe and secure. For that she had to do more than fill leaden jars for tinkering scientists. Like many of her kind she wanted to wander, to see, and to learn. Now she could. She had to start small, show herself useful. This caravan job sounds like a step in the right direction. She spent her accumulated cash on gear, sold or gave everything else away, and left the poor lodging she has called home for a few years.
They say the age of heroes is fading. Elsa wants to prove that idea premature.
equipment:
MW pack 50
MW lt crossbow 335
Hooded lantern
2 pints of oil
5 days rations
Waterskin
Mess kit
Antitoxin x2 50
Dagger 2
Potion of cure light x2 50
Travellers outfit x2
Travellers Any tool 250
Bottled lightning x4 200
Belt pouch
50gp
