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Female Human Oracle 1
CN Medium Human
Init +2; Senses Perception +0

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DEFENSE
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AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 11 (Favoured class 1hp)
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2

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OFFENSE
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Spd 40 ft.
Melee Dagger +1(1d4+1, 19-20/x2)
Ranged Short Bow +3(1d6, 20/x3, 60ft.)

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STATISTICS
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Str 10, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 18
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12
Feats Augment Summoning, Spell focus (Conjuration)
Traits Charming, Favoured daughter (Ameiko Kaijitsu)
Skills Bluff +5, Diplomacy +8, Knowledge (Planes) +4, Perform (Dance) +8, Sense Motive +5
Languages Abyssal, Common,
Combat Gear Chain shirt, Daggers x2,
Other Gear Backpack, Bedroll, Flint and steel, Spell component pouch, Trail rations x6, Traveller’s outfit x2, Water skin, Winter blanket, 61gp

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Mystery Flame
Oracle’s Curse Tongues – Abyssal
Orisons
Reveations Cinder Dance

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SPELLS
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Known:
0th – Detect Magic, Light, Purify Food and Drink, Read Magic
1st – Cure Light Wounds, Obscuring Mist, Summon Monster I

Spells pr. day:
1st – 4 [DC 15]

Only the light from half a dozen candles lit the room as the harrower performed her trade. Across from her sat a pregnant woman of Chelaxian descent. She looked nervous, fiddling with her dress. Finally the harrower had put the last card in front of her and looked up. “ It is going to be an exciting one you carry,” she said gesturing towards the pregnant stomach.

The young skinny girl ran as fast as her feet could take her through the town of Sandpoint. A couple of bigger boys were in hot pursuit. “Get her!” one of them shouted to the other: “She’ll rat us out like she did last time.” A few merchants turned their head as the chase moved past them. They caught her outside the Rusty Dragon Inn. “We got you now snitch,” the bigger of the boys hissed. As he prepared to strike her the proprietor stopped him. “You should let the young lady go and excuse yourself elsewhere now,” she said in a came but decisive voice. Knowing when to run the boys head off. “You should be careful about pursuing justice, it can be dangerous,” the lady said smiling as she helped the girl up from the street.

The sound of her flight echoed from the ally walls. Why oh why had she taken the shortcut she asked her self, regretting it bitterly. She didn’t notice how they had encircled her, but suddenly her way was blocked. Her scream to tore through the night and they smiled. As she pleaded with her they looked confused at her, perhaps a bit scared. Then she felt it a presence offering to help her if she would let it through, she did gladly. The fiendish dog barked in joy as it attacked, it scared her. She forced it to leave. Luckily no one saw her.

Age: 19 (Adult)
Size: Medium, 5'3", 120 lbs
Type: Humanoid (Human)

Moving around the patrons of the Rusty Dragon Inn this barmaid is worthy of a second look. She is not particularly tall but her proportions match, perhaps a little on the light side. Her black hair whirls as she dances among the guests, a contrast to her pale skin. On eye contact you notice her piercing brown eyes framed by arched brows. Her narrow jaw is always moving – speaking, whistling, singing, talking.