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Constant—detect evil, detect good
At will—dancing lights, daze (DC 10)
1/day—color spray (DC 11)

Feats Alertness

+1 Swim
+8 Ride

+26 Stealth (incl. +12 diminutive size)
+21 Fly (Sprite stats)
+21 Escape Arts
+13 Perception
+11 Bluff

+14 Sleight of Hand
+11 Perform Comedy

Luminous (Su)
A sprite naturally sheds light equal to that provided by a torch. A sprite can control the color and intensity of the light as a swift action, reducing it to the dimness of a candle or even extinguishing its luminosity entirely if it wishes.

At will—daze (DC 12), prestidigitation
3/day—fumbletongue (DC 13), invisibility (self only), memory lapse (DC 13)

Feats Improved Initiative, Weapon Finesse

+2+EG Lv. Swim
+6+EG Lv. Ride

+14+Lv. Stealth (incl. +8 tiny size)
+14+Lv. Fly (incl. +4 tiny size, +4 good flight)
+6+Lv. Escape Arts
+6+Lv. Perception
+5+Lv. Bluff

+6+Lv. Sleight of Hand
+5+Lv.x1.5 Perform Comedy (VP Bluff, Intimidate)

Repartee (Su)

Three times per day, when a liminal sprite successfully aids another creature’s Charisma-based skill check, the creature gains a +2d4 bonus on the skill check instead of the normal +2 bonus. A creature can receive this bonus from only one liminal sprite per skill check.

Versatile Performance (Ex)

A liminal sprite can use its bonus for Perform (comedy) in place of its bonus for Bluff and Intimidate. When substituting in this way, the liminal sprite uses its total bonus for Perform (comedy), including any class skill bonus, in place of the associated skill’s total bonus, whether or not it has ranks in Perform (comedy) or Perform (comedy) is a class skill for the sprite.

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Str 1, Dex 16, Con 6, Int X, Wis 13, Cha 12
Speed fly 30 ft. (perfect)

At-Will: Flare (DC11 fort), Purify Food/Drink (once per hour), Stabilize

Feats Skill Focus (Perception)

–2+EG Lv. Swim
+6+EG Lv. Ride

+22+Lv. Stealth (incl. +16 fine size)
+26+Lv. Fly (incl. +12 fine size, +8 perfect flight)
+6+Lv. Escape Arts
+6+Lv. Perception
+6+Lv. Bluff

+6+Lv. Sleight of Hand
+6+Lv. Perform Comedy

Glimmer (Su)

Witchlights produce a luminance in their larval stage equal to a candle in brightness. In their adult and elder stage the light is up to half torchlight intensity (bright light in a 10 ft. radius). They can change the intensity or extinguish this light as a free action. The glimmer is a steady, soft glow, and may be silvery-white or just about any color, though the fey that raise them favor pastel shades. Each witchlight has its own unique color which it cannot change.

• 9Lm or Less: not funny, or told by somebody you hate

• 10-14Lm: a dad joke, or a mom joke if told by a comedienne or your mother

• 15-19Lm: mildly amusing; laugh once or nonce

• 20-24Lm: a good one; write it down, tell your friends, take credit

• 25-29Lm: hilarity ensues; coffee-spitting and peeing oneself are socially acceptable responses

• 30Lm or More: uproariously comical; to deny this joke a relentless barrage of hearty guffaws is a scientific implausibility

Lunk approached his mother. Now that he was an adult, and she was an unaging elf, she looked like a girl his age. If not for her 400 years of wisdom, she could pass for a big sister. Someday, she would pass for a little sister.

He signed to his mother, What did you want to tell me, Mama?

Samanthus signed she loved him. And Lunk loved her too, but suspected there was more she wanted to say.

So she did.

Before you were born, a little winged woman came to me. She did not introduce herself. I called her S-A-X, named for my initials and her height of ten inches tall. That, and she played a tiny saxophone.

Anyway, Sax gave me a power that only the fey of the First World could channel. She gave me the power to become one with living metal.

Lunk had seen his mother in her full armor. The shimmering green visor and her right gauntlet did not match the gold and the bronze, yet... there was something very special about it.

I am the son of a Green Faith paladin! If I had friends, they would all check out my mom and I would punch their noses. I am lucky nobody likes me.

Samanthus was not a mind-reader like her husband, but she felt the loneliness of her awkward boy. She signaled him to follow.

That was easy until she turned to a very small metallic rock and rolled into a tunnel.

How am I supposed to get in there?

Lunk's dad heard this thought and cast a lightning bolt, which made him a foot-and-a-half tall.

F!!* you, dad.

"Language-a, son."

Lunk followed his mother into the tiny tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, Samanthus kissed her son goodbye. It's weird getting kissed by your mom when she's a metal rock and you're shrunken knee-high. After Mom rolled away, Lunk grew back. His head protruded through the mossy forest floor.

There before him, basking in the few sunbeams to penetrate the lush green canopy, was a katana made of the shiny green metal! Living Steel! It was thrust into a tree stump!

Lunk pulled the katana from the stump and sat down. A high voice called out, "Hey!" When he didn't respond verbally, the voice said "Listen!" And when it was clear from his face that he was listening, the voice said "Oh."

A fairy came down from a high branch. Her name was Savi because she was six inches tall, unlike her relatively gigantic mother, Sax.

"Yeah! Your mom and my mom were BFFs! When your dad knocked her up, she said to your mom, gimme a drop o' the newborn’s blood and a glass o' milk. She made this!"

The fairy then willed a vial of red liquid bigger than herself to hover into Lunk's waiting hand. He held it overhead triumphantly.

I have obtained a potion of Cure Light Wounds. F#%& yes!

"Language-a, son!" his dad shouted from the tunnel before swearing himself. "Fargin-a turtles!" He kicked a snapping turtle for biting his toe and decided to head back home before his mythic reduce person spell wore off.

As for Savi, she never did explain that the Katana of Living Steel was a hand-me-down from Lunk's maternal ancestors. All she knew was that Lunk needed a fey protector, and who better than Savi?

She hitched a ride on his shoulder and yelled in his ear, "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

And blow it, they did...