Seyllana Vascselvuum
Female Elf Witch (Bouda) 1
Init +2; Senses Perception +8 (+10 in Dim Light)
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Defense
-------------------- AC 13, Touch 12, Flat-Footed 11( +2 Dex, +1 Armor )
HP 7
Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +4
Defensive Abilities Immune: Sleep
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Offense
-------------------- Speed 30 ft.
Melee Kumade +0 (1d6/x3-grapple), cold iron dagger +0 (1d4/19-20x2)
Ranged shortbow +2 (1d6/20x3)
Special Attacks hex--- bouda’s eye (DC 15[7 rounds] ); evil eye (DC 15 [7 rounds) ]
Witch Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +5)
1st Early Judgement ; Night Blindness
0-At Will Daze; Message; Read Magic
Patron Deception
Witch Spells Known 1st Early judgement, grasping corpse, mage armor, night blindness, ray of enfeeblement, ray of sickening, youthful appearance
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Statistics
-------------------- Str 10, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 19, Wis 12, Cha 9
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 12
Feats Extra Hex;
Skills Craft (jewelry) +8; Heal +5; Knowledge (Arcana) +8; (Nature) +8; (Planes) +8; Perception +7; Spellcraft +8 (+10 identify properties of magical item)
Background Skills Knowledge (History) +8;
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan, Draconic, Gnoll, Orc
Traits Race: Forlorn ; Regional: Dim Seer SQ Elven Immunities; Keen senses; Elven Magic
Favored Class +1 Skill Point
Combat Gear arrows (20)
Other Gear cold iron dagger, kumade, shortbow, haramaki, peasant’s outfit, perfume, mask, ear trumpet, common artisan’s tools , witch’s kit . 26 gp
Short Backstory:
A barrel chested man in a fine, purple cloak took a bite from the slice of blackberry cobbler. Seyllana laced her arms around the man's neck and ran her fingers along the back of his neck. She stopped just as her hand brushed against the fabric of the cloak.
This is taking far too long. The black lotus should have taken effect! She had never been good with poisons. Not like Lillian...or was that Maurice? Either way, she needed to hurry, her spell would be wearing off soon and she would turn back into the hideous crone she truly was. Seyllana slipped her dagger off of the shelf behind the man and tickled the nape of his neck with the point before plunging it through.
A short while later, Seyllana was dumping the corpse into a back alley. She kept the purple cloak of course.
Extra info:
Seyllana is that weird woman that hobble around the Shadow district smelling like she sprayed some cheap perfume on instead of taking a bath. Which would be accurate.
Her contacts would be the seedier citizens of Magnimar. People who wanted to get back at a card shark with a curse. She can't exactly do that, but she aspires to be.
She would have a hard time choosing between swindling you out of your purse or going through the hassle of killing you for your new boots.
Seyllana's goals are simple. She just wants what everyone else has. Literally, if you have something she wants she will try to get it.
The thing she wants changed in the world is to be out of the slums. The thing she wants to see stay the same is the existence of slums.
