About Eugen QuickfingersEugen Quickfingers
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AC 14 (1 armor, 3 dex) hp 11 (1d6+5) Fort +1, Ref +3, Will +2 OFFENSE Spoiler:
Speed 30 ft Melee - club +1 (1d6+1; B; x2) or dagger +1 (1d4+1; P or S; 19-20x2) Ranged - dagger +3 (1d4+1; P or S; 19-20x2; 10 ft increment) Special Attacks - telekinetic fist 7/day +3 touch (1d4; B; x2; 30 ft) STATISTICS Spoiler:
STR: 12 DEX: 16+1 CON: 12 INT: 18 WIS: 10 CHA: 7 SKILLS (7 points) Appraise +8 (+10 to identify most valuable item), Knowledge (arcana) +8, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +8, Knowledge (local) +8, Knowledge (planes) +8, Perception +2, Sense Motive +2, Sleight of Hand +11 (+12 to steal things) Spellcraft +8 FEATS Toughness, Improved Initiative, Scribe Scroll, Alertness* *Alertness is only granted in close proximity to ????'s familiar TRAITS Vagabond Child (ultimate campaign 63), Gratified by Greed LANGUAGES Common, Varisian, Dwarven, Abyssal, Infernal MAGIC STUFF Spoiler:
SCHOOLS Transmutation specialist Enchantment and illusion are banned schools, spells in either school cannot be prepared or cast with wizard spell slots SPELLBOOKS
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Silken Ceremonial Armor (+1 AC, 0 ACP, 0 spell failure chance) 4 lbs club 3 lbs dagger 1 lb string/twine, 50' .5 lbs belt pouch .5 lbs spell component pouch 2 lbs familiar satchel 6 lbs weightless items 1 sling, 1 bell, 1 candle, 1 piece of chalk, 1 fishook, 1 sheet of parchment, 1 sewing needle, 1 signal whistle, 12 meals worth of wandermeal 2 gp and 9 sp
Eugen Quickfingers wants the world. He wants money, he wants nice clothes, he wants friends (read as: competent and trustworthy minions), and above all else he wants power, ideally of the arcane variety. If you get in his way, then he wants you dead. He's come a long way from being a too-principled-for-his-own-good street urchin on the mean streets of Old Korvosa, and he has no plans to stop grasping for power (or gold, or shiny things that catch his eye) any time soon. Detailed Backstory
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While he is still quite young, his childhood was a long time ago, and evry far away from here. He distantly recalls an orphanage in Old Korvosa, and an old dwarven cleric of an obscure dwarven goddess (Folgrit), who raised him and a number of other grubby little children who's parents either didn't want them or were to incompetent to remain breathing. The old woman tried to install morals into the children, and, idiot child that Eugen was at the time, he bought into them, hook, line and sinker. He even prayed, as if that could ever change things, reading them out of an old prayer book the cleric gave him. Even when the orphanage was closed and he and the other children had to live on the mean streets of Korvosa, he tried to stick to the morals the old lady had taught.
Unfortunately, strong morals and success as a homeless child don't tend to go together. Sure, the small, the sickly and the stupid among his fellow orphans loved him, but Eugen still remembers the hungry nights, and all the beatings he could have avoided if he'd just left well enough alone. He did odd jobs and good deeds, sticking to his principles and avoiding the thefts and scams that most urchins resorted to, and just barely managed to scrape by. He's fit, but his pockmarked oily face and his taunt skin still show the marks of those long ago days. Eventually, when Eugen had just entered his teens, a sickness ran through Korvosa. It wasn't terrible by most standards, being easily fought off with healthy eating and a bit of medicine, but those things are in short supply in the slums. As one might expect, a number of unfortunate members of his ever dwindling little band did catch the sickness. With the whole district of Old Korvosa in the grips of the sickness, medicine wouldn't be easy to get. Thankfully, he had a pretty sterling reputation, at least among the (small amount of) more upstanding citizens of the slums. He'd just need to borrow a little money. The summer after the sickness was dry and sweltering, fraught by droughts and wildfires, and the autumn harvest bore little fruit. By the time winter came, colder and fiercer than any but the oldest (human) could recall, Eugen was up to his knees and debt, and had started having to loosen his morals to make ends meet. His little band dwindled and fell apart, with the few surviving members joining gangs or leaving the city in the hopes that a lfie anywhere else would be better. His holier-than-though attitude of previous years had done him no favors in his attempts to connect with criminals, slowly learning the art of the pinchpurse and the pickpocket. After a year of giving up on ever being anything more than another set of quick fingers on The Shingles, he was given a surprising offer, which would change everything. An old friend from the orphanage approached him. The friend was aprt of a gang of burglar's which had been terrorizing Korvosa's poorer areas and criminal organizations, and the gang wanted to make one last score before they left the city for greener pastuere's. Their next target was going to be an old dwarven merchant, famed for being a miserly penny pincher, and also for being a vindictive old bastard with some skill at magic. The old dwarfs house and store were both protected with arcane traps, and while the gang of thieves had someone who could handle that sort of thing, that trap
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