Mahmoud bin Ali's page

Dodge (+1 dodge bonus to AC)
Weapon Finesse (Use dex instead of str on attack rolls with light weapoins

Weapon and Armor Proficiency (light weapons/light armor)
Sneak Attack (1d6)
Trapfinding

Historian (gain +1 on Knowledge, history, and bardic knowledge checks)
Seeking Adventure (wayfinder)]

Acrobatics: +7
Climb: +5
Diplomacy: +5
Disable Device: +7
Escape Artist: +7
Knowledge (dungeoneering): +5
Knowledge (history): +5
Knowledge (local): +5
Linguistics: +5
Perception: +4

Backpack, Masterwork: 4 lbs.
Bedroll: 5 lbs.
Caltrops: 2
Case, map or scroll: 1/2 lb.
Flint and steel: -
Hot Weather Outfit (+2 Fort save to resist warm or hot weather): 4 lbs.
Ink (2): -
Ink pen (3): -
Lantern, hooded: 2 lbs.
Oil (3): 3 lbs.
Parchment (10): -
Pouch, belt: 1/2 lb.
Rations, trail (3): 3 lbs.
Rope, silk (50ft): 5 lbs.
Sack x2- 1 lb.
Thieves Tools, Masterwork: 2 lbs.
Torch x3: 3 lbs.
Trail rations x5: 5lbs.
Wayfinder:
Waterskin: 4 lbs.
Weapon cord x5: -
Whetstone: 1 lb.

[spoiler=Weapons/Armor]
Rapier: 2 lbs.
Dagger: 1 lb.
Short Bow (40 arrows): 8 lbs.
Leather: 15 lbs.
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Total weight- 64 lbs.
Total cost- 226.05

13 gp, 9 sp, 5 cp

Common
Dwarven
Gnoll

Hit Points: 8
Special:

What's past is prologue.
-The Tempest

Mahmoud bin Ali was raised amongst the dust and stone of the dig sites his Garundi parents so loved. He has never known the clan life that his people are known for. Instead his parents made sure that he had a chance to experience the history they so loved. His first toys were a chisel and brush. . .his first book, The History of Tar-Urkatha.

As he grew older, he knew he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his parents. He dove into the history books his parents carried with them on their travels. As his passion grew so did his desire to make the history instead of just reading about it. He saw that chance come when his parents introduced him to tales of the Pathfinder Society.

His path clear before him, Mahmoud spent his every waking moment training for his future. His days were split between reading and practicing the skills he thought he might need.

When the day came for him to travel to Absalom to apply for membership to the Society, he went with his parents blessings and best wishes.

The months since his induction to the Society have been a blur. Arriving in Katapesh for his first assignment, Mahmoud can barely control his excitement long enough to make it to his meeting with Garavel. As he bounces along on the camels back, he can not help but stare at his new wayfinder, lost in the thoughts of the tales that one day will be told of him.

At only 5'8, Mahmoud is not a tall man. But the body hid beneath his loose fitting clothing is firm and strong. He keeps his long hair tied up under the bluish-grey turban he, painstakingly, wraps around his head each morning.

To the average person on the street, he looks like any other traveler. They do not see the leather armor he wears or the rapier, hidden in cloth, hanging at his side. He looks...simple, plain. The same dark complextion and dark eyes as the hundreds that walk the city streets everyday. But if one takes a moment to sit with him, it becomes clear that he is not so simple...not so plain. His smile is quick to put someone at ease and his soft voice can warm a soul, even in the coldest desert night. He enjoys talking about the things he loves. He will talk about this ancient text, or that forgotten city for hours, if someone gives him the chance.

He is not all talk, however. When the need arises, he can be quick and brave. He is slow to draw his sword in anger but, when he does, he is quite capable of defending himself.