| Lore Militain |
Skills:
Bluff +7 | Craft (Alchemy) +12 | Kn: Arcana +10 | Kn: Dungeoneering +10 | Kn: Engineering +8 | Kn: Geography +8 | Kn: History +8 | Kn: Local +8 | Kn: Nature +8 | Kn: Nobility +8 | Kn: Planes +8 | Kn: Religion +10
Skills cont.:
Psion Shaper 5 | HP 28/28 | AC 15/T 12/ FF 13 | Fort +5 Ref +5 Will +8 | Int +7
Perception +7 | Spellcraft +10 | UMD +4 | Autohypnosis +10
Lore/Atsu:
He let his hand fall and slowly pulled up his hood, suddenly feeling very self-conscious when he was lumped in with 'the fiends below' and covering up his face.
"W-Well... I just, kinda look like a Tiefling. But.. But it's in appearance only. No demon blood or curse or stuff."
There was an awkward pause, Lore feeling as though he was being intently watched by this man. He tries to busy himself by taking one of the regular-sized books off the shelf and starting to flip through it.
"S-So, what brought you here? Same reason as m-me, I take it? Approached by some figure wanting to meet his/her 'master'?"
"W-Well... I just, kinda look like a Tiefling. But.. But it's in appearance only. No demon blood or curse or stuff."
There was an awkward pause, Lore feeling as though he was being intently watched by this man. He tries to busy himself by taking one of the regular-sized books off the shelf and starting to flip through it.
"S-So, what brought you here? Same reason as m-me, I take it? Approached by some figure wanting to meet his/her 'master'?"