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+1 chain shirt, mwk dagger, mwk sling, sling bullets (20), cloak of resistance +1, bedroll, belt pouch, chalk, compass, flint and steel, waterskin, 175 gp, 5 sp, 4 cp
a large key, wrought of the finest silver filigree, so delicate as to seem almost fragile
a fragment of a staff labeled "Part 4 of 7"

Augment Summoning Summoned creatures have +4 to Strength and Constitution.
Bond Senses (3 rounds/day) (Su) As a standard action, you can share Eidolon's senses while on same plane.
Eidolon Can summon a powerful aspect of an outsider.
Life Link (Su) Damage that dismisses Eidolon can be taken by you. It weakens if not in 100 ft.
Spell Focus (Conjuration) Spells from one school of magic have +1 to their save DC.
Summon Monster II (7/day) (Sp) Standard action summon lasts minutes, but only 1 active at a time and can't use with eidolon.

Mordan is from the town of Goodnestone near Dover. As a child he had an imaginary friend he referred to as his little sister. Everyone was tolerantly amused by his antics until one day when she showed up for dinner. His parents were horrified and made him promise never to let anyone see her. Mordan agreed although he couldn't understand what the fuss was about. After all he had been talking with her for years and nobody had a problem. Why should they have a problem now that they can see her as well?

Mordan kept his little sister a secret for years. He followed in his fathers footsteps and became a quarrymen. Mining chalk and grinding it for sale. One day there was a slide at the quarry burying a dozen quarrymen beneath the soft stone. Mordan summoned Sister to help dig them out. People weren't as grateful as he might have hoped.

Mordan strained against the ropes holding him to the stout post to no avail. The flames had barely taken hold in pile of firewood at his feet but already the smoke stung his eyes and lungs. Firelight and bitter tears spun the faces of the mob around the pyre into demonic visages. Could these really be the people he grew up with, his neighbours? His friends? He opened his mouth cry out but forced himself to stop. There was no reasoning with them. His throat was already raw from arguing, then pleading, and finally begging. This is the end. No point in giving them the satisfaction. He tried to control his breathing. Gasping for air when the errant wind blew the smoke clear of his face. As small part of him had to wonder, is it better to choke to death on smoke or hold your breath and wait for the flames? At least his Eidolon was spared this painful end. The disappointed howl of their captors as it vanished from their grasp was a last bittersweet satisfaction. If only he could dismiss himself as easily! The smoke was rising thicker now and he could feel the heat from the fire. An incautious gasp sucked in a lungful of smoke and he began to choke. A wave of dizziness passed over him and he felt like he was falling...

5'6" tall, 170lbs, brown hair and eyes. He has a glowing rune on his forehead whenever Sister is summoned.

Acrobatics +2, Bluff +4, Perception +14, Sense Motive +6, Stealth +7, Swim +5; Racial Modifiers +8 Perception

Languages: Common

Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.

Sister is 5'3", 145lbs with alabaster skin and raven hair. Her eyes are like silver mirrors. She fights with retractable claws that extend from her fingertips. Her figure is slim and athletic. She appears to be clothed in a simple unadorned tunic.