ABILITIES Arcane Reservoir - Max Points: 9 = 3 + Arc6
- Recover Points: (3 + 1/2 Arcanist level) per day
- Can expend 1 point as a free action when casting arcanist spell to choose to increase the caster level by 2 or increase the spell's DC by 2.
EQUIPMENT Weapons and armor: heavy mace, heavy crossbow (mw), dagger, flaming +1 crossbow bolts (x6), bracers of armor +1
General: horse, soldier's uniform, waterproof bag (holds spellbook), belt pouch, spell component pouch, waterskin, flask (x5), ink, parchment (x5), silk rope (50 ft.), signal whistle, charcoal stick (x2), bedroll, tent (small), compass, lantern (hooded), Tartuk's journal, Miniature shovel (special spell component)
Magic items: Handy Haversack, Alchemists fire (x2), cure light wounds potion, cure moderate wounds potion (x2), tanglefoot bag, wand of burning hands (CL 2nd, 4 charges), potion of vanish, potion of protection from arrows, potion of barkskin, wand of magic missile (CL 3rd, 18 charges), water elemental gem, cloak of resistance +1
Found spellbok:2nd:detect thoughts, invisibility, minor image Wealth: gp 3,451; sp 2; cp 5
Niadroub Kliip ("KNEE-ah-droob kleep") was born on a small, rural farm located in a backwater area of the River Kingdoms (even by River Kingdoms standards) to very poor farmers. He grew up learning how to till the earth, trap for meat, and brew some moonshine. During adolescence, Niadroub Kliip developed a talent for harnessing arcane energy, but nobody on the farm knew anything about arcane studies (and to be honest, the whole thing made them a little nervous). So, Niadroub Kliip's parents did the only thing they knew to do to get him the teaching he'd need to maybe rise above his station in life: they tied him up while he slept, tossed him into the back of their turnip cart, and rode three days to the nearest town, whereby they volunteered him for military service. Gods bless 'em.
The petty tyrant mustering an army at the time he was forcibly volunteered is inconsequential; he's been dead for weeks, now. In the military, Niadroub Kliip's training was subpar. He learned the basics of wizardry, but he never had a regular teacher for very long, and his training was always directed towards the craft of war, not the broader, more universal training that a proper mage receives. Due to his limited training, Niadroub Kliip relied heavily on his innate talent to learn his spellcraft, but he developed habits and logical shortcuts that might fluster a more traditional practitioner.
Before he was really ready, Niadroub Kliip was assigned to a regiment that was immediately force-marched for two days to lay siege to one of the region's many city-states. Niadroub Kliip hated the army, what with everyone telling him what to do and to shave his beard and to maybe stop being such a backwater hick all the time. Niadroub Kliip just wants to take the time to figure out his magic, but he didn't want leave the army because he didn't have any money nor the knowledge to do anything other than be a frontier farmer. His rarity as a spellcasting soldier, combined with his thick backwater accent, let Niadroub Kliip enjoy an unofficial prestige among the rank and file. Unfortunately, this caused him to develop a touch of arrogance to go along with his poor attitude.
Niadroub Kliip deserted the army when he assessed that it would never be able to successfully take the city it was surrounding. Grabbing a horse and everything it could carry, he slipped away and headed east, looking for a way to earn some money on his own terms not being forced to fight for someone else. He learned that his former army was wiped out less than a week after he left, the warlord betrayed by a supposed ally with a slightly bigger army.
Description: 5' 9"; 155 lbs; sun-darkened skin; unkempt, thick black hair and beard; military-issue pants and boots, but he always cuts the sleeves off of whatever tunic he's given, exposing his wiry arms.