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53 posts. Alias of FangDragon.


Full Name

Logan Tanessen

Race

Human | Resource Tracker |

Classes/Levels

Hexcrafter 4 | HP 38 / 38 | AC 15; 11tch 14ff | +7 fort +3 ref +5 will | +1 init | Climb +6 Diplomacy +3 Intimidate +12 Kn: Arcarna +12* Kn:Dungeon +12* Kn: History +9* Kn:Nobles + 13* Kn:Planes +12* Linguistics +7 Spellcraft +10 Swim +6

Gender

M

Size

6' 2"

Age

25

Alignment

CG

Deity

Desna

Languages

Common, Elven, Halfling, Infernal

Strength 16
Dexterity 12
Constitution 14
Intelligence 16
Wisdom 10
Charisma 10

About Logan Tanessen

Build:
Logan Tanneson
Human magus (hexcrafter) 4 (Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Magic 9, 48)
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +1; Senses Perception +0
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +1 Dex)
hp 38 (4d8+10)
Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +5
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee mwk cold iron rapier +7 (1d6+3/18-20)
Special Attacks arcane pool (+1, 5 points), hex arcana (arcane deed, flamboyant arcana), spell combat, spellstrike
Magus (Hexcrafter) Spells Prepared (CL 4th; concentration +7)
. . 2nd—bladed dash, mirror image
. . 1st—frostbite[UM], frostbite[UM], shield, vanish[APG] (DC 14)
. . 0 (at will)—acid splash, brand[APG] (DC 13), detect magic, light
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 12, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 10
Base Atk +3; CMB +6; CMD 17
Feats Artful Dodge, Extra Arcana[UM], Persuasive, Power Attack, Redirect Attack
Traits bruising intellect, child of kintargo
Skills Climb +6, Diplomacy +3, Intimidate +12, Knowledge (arcana) +12, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +12, Knowledge (history) +9, Knowledge (nobility) +13, Knowledge (planes) +12, Linguistics +7, Spellcraft +10, Swim +6
Languages Common, Elven, Halfling, Infernal
SQ hex (slumber[APG]), hex arcana, hex magus
Combat Gear pearl of power (1st level), potion of cure moderate wounds, weapon blanch (silver)[APG] (4); Other Gear mwk chain shirt, mwk cold iron rapier, cloak of resistance +1, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), ink, inkpen, magus starting spellbook, masterwork tool, masterwork tool, masterwork tool, masterwork tool, masterwork tool, mess kit[UE], pot, soap, spell component pouch, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin
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Special Abilities
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Arcane Pool +1 (5/day) (Su) Infuse own power into a held weapon, granting enhancement bonus or selected item powers.
Artful Dodge Gain +1 dodge bonus to AC vs. opponent only you threaten.
Flamboyant Arcana (Ex) Gain a selection of deeds, and can use arcane pool in place of panache for them.
Hex Arcana You can substitute Hexes for Magus Arcana.
Hex Magus (Su) You gain access to witch hexes.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Redirect Attack Once a turn redirect a failed attack from opoonent to another target.
Slumber (4 rounds, DC 15) (Su) Foe in 30 ft falls asleep for duration, or until damaged or roused by ally (Will neg).
Spell Combat (Ex) Use a weapon with one hand at -2 and cast a spell with the other.
Spellstrike (Su) Deliver touch spells as part of a melee attack.

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Description:
Logan is tall, blond haired and blue eyed. Dressed in once fine clothing that’s seen better days, he has a restlessness and twitchiness about him as if he’s expecting his doom at any moment. Armed only with a foppish foil and his wits, Logan is itching for a chance to overthrow House Thrune and bring justice to Kintargo.

Vignette:
“Well Logan you've really done it this time!”, the voice was dripping with opprobrium, but surely Nestor would understand once he explained? He’d shown considerable patience over the years and was the closest thing to a father that Logan had known. Of course Logan did have a father, but somebody as important as Arius Tanessen had better things to do than run around after an unwanted sixth son. Of course he’d had a proper gentleman’s education not that much of it sunk in. His etiquette and religious tutors gave up in frustration, but he won the grudging respect of his Gorumite fencing master and the sage hired to teach him history and his letters. He’d learned far more from the sage than anticipated however, having found where he kept his spell books and read them from cover to cover while the man was deep in his cups.

Logan opened his mouth to equivocate but Nestor rode roughshod over him, ”I might just be able to save your worthless neck from the gallows, but there are limits! So much effort was wasted on you and how do you repay it? By killing two of the Mayor’s men over a couple of halfling slaves. You must have taken leave of your senses, the old man is going to hit the roof! Look Logan, I always liked you but you must realize you’re own now. The only thing I can do for now is recommend you plead guilty, they’ll put you to the question otherwise. Do this and we’ll demand a merciful end, beheading with a sword as befits your rank.”

When Nestor started to sweep out of the room, Logan only had one thing to say, ”S@!*”. As day stretched into evening, a chained and Battered Logan had a chance to look around the dank cell. In it where the usual ne'er do wells and, of course, a number of halflings. When he looked, one of them winked at him. ”What?” asked Logan, and the halfling boy, well man really, put his fingers to his lips. Logan sighed and sunk back down, the chains clanked as he did so. Hours passed and Logan had lost focus, adrift in his thoughts. Suddenly the jailor, an unwashed brute of a man, came to the door and pointed at him and the halfing and spat, ”You and you come ere.” The pair where manhandled over to the desk sergeant who looked them up and down disapprovingly, while examining a richly illuminated parchment. ”Most irregular! A writ of habeas corpus for a murderer and known malcontent, I’ve never seen the like” The man examined the parchment again and sighed heavily, ”Stamped with the proper seal and countersigned by his eminence. It seems I have no option but to release you… Don’t travel far and don’t miss your court date. If you make us come find you, I’ll make an exception to the rules and ensure your last feed days are highly uncomfortable d’ya hear me!” the man roared. The pair of them were then unceremoniously thrown out into the night.

Logan muttered, ”What just happened?!” The halfling winked and replied, ”If you want to find out, you’ll have to follow me! We could use somebody like you…”

Logan’s fall from grace:
It was a hot lazy summer’s afternnon and Logan was relaxing at his favorite tea house Cafe Rouge. The waitress, a perky halfline called Amanda brought a steaming cup over to his table and with it a delicious minty aroma. Logan folded over the corner of the page he’d been reading and put the book down. He regarded it for a moment, a history of Cheliax written by an Andorann romantic, the excesses described within where more than a little disquieting. He smiled at Amanda, ”Thanks!” and slid a couple of coins her way.

He took a sip of the scaldingly hot chai before picking his book back up. Several pages later he heard the sound of marching boots and a trio of city guards lead by a particularly boorish lout called Jeffers. They had a scroll with them and in a loud voice started spouting the latest nonsense from Thrune. Something about pests and portraits, Logan really wasn’t listening as they droned on.

Then Jeffers spouted something about tea at night which caused angry murmurings from the patrons around him. Finding it hard to concentrate with the racket, Logan put his book down as the proclamation banning mint was read out This was met by general incredulity which turned to fear as the guards drew maces and clubs and proceeded to start tearing the place apart. Amanda and several other halfling staff protested at this and where koshed mercilessly. As they fell Jeffers and his men started kicking them with a crazed hook in his eyes, clearly this was more than beating.

Incensed Logan drew his sword and shouted, ”Oi! Leave them alone!” The guard sneered, ”Oh look it’s the Tanneson boy with an oversized needle. Is that mint tea? Tut Tut. I think we’re going to have to arrest your lordship after we’ve had a spot of fun with your friend here!” Egging the other guards on Jeffers cried, ”Come on! Lets see how far you can kick a halfling!”

Jeffers drew his foot back to kick Amanda in the head when he suddenly felt a strange biting pain. He wobbled and looked down dumbfounded to see a dark metal spike poking out the front of his chest. Suddenly his legs were not working properly and his vest had turned red and he was falling. He saw Logan step past him and parry a wild chop from the nearest guard. Another guard drew his sword and ran screaming at Logan, who at the last moment stepped aside. With a flourish Logan’s sword flicked into the side of the guard’s sword, deflecting it into the chest of the first guard who fell with a startled gurgle. By now a riot was well and truly underway with bottles, chairs and even tables thrown at the guard still standing. The last thing Jeffers saw before darkness claimed him was Logan dragging the halfling woman away leaving a trail of blood behind him.