Abilities Str 17, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 11, Wis 18, Cha 20
SQ Imbue Staff (Dragon 338) (in lieu of summon familiar), cast featherfall 1/day as a spell-like ability, staff treated as a +1 weapon
Feat Arcane Toughness (PHB II, p. 75), Improved Initiative, Toughness, Aberrant Mark (pass without a trace 1/day), Kata of Fire
Spoiler:
By doing complex hand and foot movements and expending at multible hundreads gp of special scented extra flamable oil you can achieve amazing results. Takes a Minute to set up.
100gp of oil, The Cage Effect, and wimpy fire elements who don't obey anyone or fight, but will burn and destroy the helpless.
1000gp of oil, The Cage Effect and Medium Fire Elements who obey to the best of their abilities
1000gp of Oil + Sapphiree worth at least a 1000gp. Kata of Cold Fire, All the effects deal cold and fire dmg (not more dmg but you take the most effect)
if you lose a kata match you loose this feat
Skills Concentration +8, Hide +7, Iaijustsu +7, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Spellcraft +7
Possessions mwk quarterstaff (treated a +1 weapon), 2 daggers (simple, 2 gp, 10 ft., 1 lb., piercing or slashing), 2x Daggers of Ice +1 Cold Well Made Daggers, spell component pouch, traveler's outfit,whetstone, flint and steel, belt pouch, holy symbol, waterskin
Shadoweave Skulks Outfit (+4 Hide Stacking) Well Made Adventuring Outfit
Remaining Cash
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8gp
Adjusted XP Total
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6,550
Background:
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My dreams tell me that I was a farmer. That I had a loving wife and a family. That I lived in a village with all my relatives. That I was happy.
On the day of mourning, my world changed. With a big ball of light, my wife, my family, my village were all gone. I was the only one who survived. I left the burning remains of my home and traveled for what seems like days.
Then I emerged out of the stricken land of cyre and I am the man you see before you. Scars cover my body and when I see my reflection I do not recognize the face staring back at me. I loath what I have become.
I am shocked to learn that I can now manipulate the winds of magic. They sing to me you see and they tempt me. Oh how I loath their teasing, yet their arguments do make some sense. Never mind that know all these things that I never remember learning. My life as a simple farmer is at an end.
Everything has been taken away from me; yet I still remain. Perhaps I have been given another chance to set things right. Perhaps, Sharn is the place to start.
Appearance:
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Besides the scars, the first thing you notice about me are my eyes for they burn with an intensity that will give you pause.
As to clothes, I am garbed in steel gray robes and a dark blue cloak. I carry a staff to aid me in walking. I am pretending though, as the day of mourning appears to have washed away some of the years off my old bones and I am as strong and agile as I was in my youth. What other surprises that fateful day has given me, only time will tell.
