About Lulubelle BreitlingStr 8 = 10(0) -2 Race
Appearance:
Lulubelle is an unusual and distinctive halfling woman, standing a hair over three feet, and weighing a waifish 28 pounds. Her pale skin is almost milk-white and smooth as porcelain, with her face framed by tangles of raven-black hair in dire need of brushing and a trim. Her eyes are just a little too big, with a glassy sheen to them. Her irises are thin rings dark brown around widely-dilated pupils. If she sat perfectly still, one could almost mistake her for a large, creepy-looking doll.
She dresses most often in ratty, tattered clothes that have been stitched, patched, and sewn numerous times. Lulubelle tends to favor a colorful traveling outfit of purple pants with a blue vest over a white shirt; along with a dull mauve long-coat that’s just a little too big for her, and a matching top hat -- both patched with gaudy, mismatched fabrics. She has a chained skull branded on her neck, but keeps it well hidden beneath her dark hair and upturned collar.
Personality:
She carries herself with a spring in her step, and an almost unnerving smile. Lulubelle is usually pleasant, if a little erratic and scatterbrained. She always has something to say, though not always anything of value. She has a tremendous rapport with animals, and when not talking with beasts she often talks to herself -- claiming she speaks with her “brain-friends” when questioned, spirits she claims to have rescued. Lulubelle has an unshakable sense of optimism, trusting that things will always turn out alright, and that the situation could always be worse than it is. Background:
Lulubelle Breitling tipped her head back and drained the last swig of mead from her mug, her third in the last hour, and slammed it on the table with an unladylike belch. Instead of getting more she wisely reached for the tea kettle, hoping the bitter herbs would wash away the cloying sweetness.
”So, what do ya wanna know..?” she asked the figure seated across from her. ”I dunno… Why d’you even wanna know about me? I’m not a big fancy adventurer-er, not yet anyway. I’m gonna be! Then I’ll have a story! But...you wanna know where I’ve been so far? Ok...” Lulubelle tapped her chin and thought. ”Well, I guess I’m from Nisroch, down in Nidal. I dunno if I’m from-from there, but it’s the first place I ever remember being.” She took a long sip from her tea, while it was still warm. ”I remember the slave auctions. They used ta parade us out and there was talkin’ an’ shouting...but nobody ever wanted the funny-lookin’ halfling kid. But eventually I got sold to some Kuthite priests with a bunch of others, and I grew up in the temple. It was pretty bad, but I guess it coulda been worse. They had me cleaning and scrubbing all the drains, gutters, and crawlspaces…you know?” She propped her elbow on the table, and her chin in her palm. ”Anyway, there were always rats n’ bugs n’ things in the walls, but there were some pretty nice hiding places in there. The smells were pretty bad, and some nights the other slaves made me sleep on the other side of the pen. Sometimes I’d hide all night in the walls, and curl up with the rats! They were pretty nice.” An odd smile crossed her lips, almost nostalgic. It melted away as quickly as it came. ”Yeah...anyway, I was mostly underfoot, out of sight, and kinda ignored a lotta the time. The first time I escaped it was way easier than I thought it would be! But Nisroch is big an’ everyone’s mean, an’ I guess there ain’t a lotta halflings that look like me.” Lulubelle gave an exaggerated shrug, and sipped her luke-warm tea. ”I escaped like three or four times. It took some time an’ practice -- and you don’t even wanna know how long it takes fingernails to grow back! -- but I ran away for good. I thought Nisroch was the world back then, thought I’d always be running an’ hiding. But there was a gate, an’ boats, an’ they hadda be going somewhere! I stowed away on one of the carts, just hid right in a crate… I got caught a couple times, but did you know if you sit really still, don’t breathe and don’t even blink...people think you’re just a toy! “...Well, they think I’m a toy, anyway.” She drank her cold tea and frowned, and topped it off to freshen it up. ”Outside was SO nice! Trees, grass, birds n’ bugs, the whole big shebang! I thought I’d be in so much trouble when those guys saw me out and movin’ around, but they were just scared. The ones that saw me move got laughed at by the ones that didn’t, and one night they just left me on the side of the road.” Lulu paused to drop a few sugar cubes into her cup, to get the bitter taste out of her mouth. ”I wandered, I met people. Found out about towns an’ things, and places,” she sighed. ”Boring stuff, fun stuff… I got to Varisia, I like it here. But the carnival menagerie was my favorite! Colorful wagons, colorful people doing tricks and things, so many different animals! They were sad though, all in cages...but I got to stay with them. The people were nice, they’d let me work, they paid me an’ fed me, and we traveled everywhere and saw everything! “That’s where I met Pumpernickel and Bitterbeak.” Lulubelle lifted up her tophat to show off the colorful parrot perched on her head. ”WAAK!!” the bird screeched, wings aflutter. ”GOTOSLEEP! GOTOSLEEP! WAAK!!” She set the hat back down. ”I dunno where the weasel wandered off to. But that’s Bitterbeak, he’s not just a parrot y’know, he’s my spirit guide! He taught me all about magic an’ stuff, and he whispers secrets to me, and we got a real connection, y’know?” ”Waak! Hateyou! Hateyou!! Waak!” Came the muffled response under the hat. ”I hate you too, li’l guy,” she said with genuine tenderness. ”What were we talking about? Ooh yeah! The carnival. I was with them for years an’ years. I learned so much! We went so many places! I got to tend the menagerie, train and feed and clean the animals, all that stuff. We had bears, and lions, an’ tigers an’...horses! Some with stripes, some with spots an’ long necks. We had heffalumps, too. On show nights some other guy pretended he was the tamer, whipped them like a big meanie, and made them do tricks. I didn’t like that part. And the animals didn’t like it either…” Lulu leaned across the table. ”They were slaves! Just like I’d been!” she whispered, and sat up straight. ”Also everyone got really, REALLY mad at me when I set them all free.” She rolled her doll-like eyes. ”Maybe also ‘cause the lions ate the other tamer guy. And maybe I stole his coat an’ hat. And I might have accidentally told the lions to eat him...and the knife-throwing guy, ‘cause he was mean to the bearded lady… Anyway! I had to leave the carnival after that, and Sandpoint, and most of the animals went their own ways. Except Pumpernickel and of course Bitterbeak.” ”Waak!” She looked around the tavern, still not sure where Pumpernickel was. She was sure he would have snuck in, after the mean guy realized what a bad idea it was to make her put him in the stable with the horses… She sighed and sipped her cold, too-sweet tea. ”That’s when I became an adventurer! Me, and Bitterbeak, and Pumpernickel the Giant Wonder Weasel! We made friends sometimes, and went to caves and ruins, and saved towns from monsters and mean people. It was a lot of fun! One of the ruins Bitterbeak and Pumpernickel didn’t like, it had all kinds of ghost people, y’know? Pumpernickel hid in the woods outside...I told Bitterbeak he could too, but he said he hadda stay with me ‘cause it was important.” Lulubelle paused, but her hat was quiet. Her tone was much softer, now. ”Most of my friends got scared wandering through that place. Some of them ran away… I think our fighty-guy peed himself. Pretty soon it was just me and the ghosts. Some were pretty mad, some were just scared. They were slaves too, you know..? But their chains were also ghosts, I guess. I couldn’t set them free...I really tried, but I could only save a few of them.” Lulubelle shrugged. ”Bitterbeak said not to do it, but I let some of the spirits hide inside me so I could smuggle them out. That’s how I got my brain-friends! They teach me things, too. Bitterbeak gets jealous now that I have more spirit-friends, but he’s still my spirit guide so it’s okay.” She poured herself some more tea, and sat back in her seat. ”So…” she said. ”Can I go north with your caravan?”
Lulubelle Breitling
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Offense
Spells
Shaman Spells Prepared (CL 4th; concentration +8)
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Equipment Worn/Carried: (cost 3413.63gp; 8.5 lbs. carried)
Handy Haversack, 2000gp, 5 lbs.:
-Left 19.25/20 Light Pick, 4gp, 1.5 lbs. Longbow, 75gp, 1.5 lbs. Arrows (20), 1gp, 1.5 lbs. Durable Arrows x20, 20gp, 1.5 lbs. Cold Iron Durable Arrows x20, 2gp, 1.5 lbs. Silver Durable Arrows x10, 30gp, 0.75 lbs. Umbrella, 2gp, 3 lbs. Dandy Brush, 2sp, 2 lbs. AA Butterfly Net, 5gp, 2 lbs. Gear Maintenance Kit, 5gp, 2 lbs. Grooming Kit, 1gp, 2 lbs. -Right: 14/20
-Main: 24.5/80
Pumpernickel:
Feat retraining, 200gp Masterwork Studded Leather Barding, 350gp, 20 lbs. Companion Cold Weather Outfit, 15gp, 6 lbs. UW (565gp) Cart Stuff:
Heavy Wagon 100gp, carries 4000 lbs. Traveling Garden, 200gp, 500 lbs. ACG Traveling Bee Hive, 10gp, 10 lbs., x2 ACG Cooking Kit, 3gp, 16 lbs. Leeching Kit, 5gp, 5 lbs. Barrel, 2gp, 30 lbs. Bottles, x10, 20gp, 10 lb. Vision Toads, 10gp, x10 (attempting to breed them) AA 9 remaining Hippogriff Egg, 200gp, 10 lbs. (650gp, 591 lbs. in cart) Brinewall Purchases:
From 2000gp allowance:
Enhanced Undercarriage for wagon 1, 500gp, 1 unit Wagon Reinforcements for wagon 1, 500gp, 1 unit Enhanced Undercarriage for wagon 1, 500gp, 1 unit Wagon Reinforcements for wagon 1, 500gp, 1 unit From personal funds: (2,300gp)
Total spent: 6928.63gp
Wagons:
My Supply Wagon: Drawn by 4 Arouchs, driven by hired driver. Current Capacity: 10/10 Undercarriage/reinforcemens, 2 units. My stuff, 2-3 units. Cold Weather Gear, 1 unit. Repair Materials, 1 unit. Stores and sundries x3, 3 units. New Supply Wagon:
Special Abilities Halfling:
Hunter:
Shaman (Possessed Shaman):
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