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About Silas Greystone

N Male humanoid (human) Magus 1

Init +0; Senses Perception +0

AC 14 (+4 chain shirt)

hp 10

Fort +4; Ref +0; Will +2

Speed 30 ft.

Melee
+3 dagger 1d4+3
+3 longsword, 1d8+3

Ranged +0
+0 dagger, 1d4+3

Str 16, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 10

Base Atk +0; CMB +3; CMD +13

Feats
Dazzling Display
Weapon focus (Longsword)

Skills 1/5
Intimidate +4 (1 skill rank, +0 Cha., +3 class skill)
Knowledge (arcana) +7 (1 skill rank, +3 Int., +3 class skill)
Knowledge (history) +8 (1 skill rank, +3 Int., +3 class skill, +1 trait bonus)
Knowledge (planes) +8 (1 skill rank, +3 Int., +3 class skill, +1 trait bonus)
Spellcraft +7 (1 skill rank, +3 Int., +3 class skill)

Traits
Gnoll Killer
Scholar of the Great Beyond

Languages
Common, Draconic, Gnoll, Osiriani

SQ
Arcane pool (4)
Cantrips
Skilled
Spell combat

Magic
Spells/day: 3 / 2

Spells known:
0 - All
1 - Chill touch, Flare burst, Shield, Shocking grasp, Stone fist

Spells prepared:
0 - Dancing lights, Detect magic, Flare
1 - Flare burst, Shield

Equipment
15 gp
9 sp
Backpack
Bedroll
Chain shirt
Dagger (4)
Flint and steel
Holy symbol (silver): Nethys
Holy symbol (silver): Pharasma
Longsword
Potion of Cure light wounds (2)
Rations (8)
Rope (silk, 50 ft.)
Spellbook
Spell component pouch
Traveler's outfit
Waterskin

Appearance
Silas looks old beyond his years. His hair has gone grey and he wears it long, tied back with a leather string -- mostly because he can't be bothered to tend it. He has a thick moustache and beard for the same reason; appearances mean little to him anymore. He can just barely be bothered to keep himself and his equipment clean.
Silas' body has become thin and stringy due to his new daily regimen of exercize and a decreased interest in good food and drink. He dresses in dusty black clothes and a chain shirt. The twin holy symbols of Nethys and Pharasma are prominently displayed on his shoulders, and a longsword and a spell component pouch hang on opposite sides of his belt. As a last resort, Silas keeps daggers strapped to his wrists and ankles.

Background
Silas Greystone was born in wondrous Nex -- and he was considered a wastrel for most of his life. Certainly, he studied magic at one of the great colleges, but he never achieved anything worth mentioning with it. Yes, he spoke several languages, but he was no good as a diplomat. To his family, he was an embarrassment, an unambitious man with the potential for power, but none of the will and skill needed to put it to use. An armchair scholar, a dreamer... a nobody.

When Silas voiced a modest desire to see the world, his family was happy to be rid of him and gave him a small sum of money so he could get as far away from them as possible. He knew it was so; he had suggested it to spare them the further embarrassment of his presence. During his first visit to Katapesh, Silas thought he might try and find some menial job where he couldn't cause too much trouble -- and then he met Valika in the market.

The Varisian girl was also travelling, and to Silas' incredulous surprise, she actually seemed to like him for reasons he could not fathom. They decided to travel together and just see where the winds of fate would take them. Valika sealed the bargain with Silas' first real kiss from a woman, and he thought his feet would never touch the ground again.

When the caravan they joined was attacked by Gnolls less than a day out of Katapesh, Silas' feet hit the ground hard. He tried to use his magic, tried to fight, but he was struck down. As he lay bleeding, he saw Valika leap to his defence with her dagger -- and he was witness to a Gnoll ripping out her throat and stuffing her corpse in a bag like a dead rabbit.

The caravan guards managed to drive off the rest of the Gnoll pack and limp back to Katapesh, carrying the wounded Silas with them. He was shipped off back home, to his reluctant family -- who were astonished by the change in their 'lost' relation. As soon as his wounds were healed, Silas returned to his magical studies, but also started drilling himself in martial combat. Within a year, the soft-looking armchair scholar had become a hard-faced, dead-eyed man with a body grown thin and hard as teak, a collection of battle spells and the callous of a swordsman on his hands. His family was just starting to think they could be proud of him when he announced that he was returning to Katapesh -- under his own power.

Silas feels dead inside. The only love he ever knew was killed while defending him, and most likely stuffed into a Gnoll's cookpot. He could not save her. He has never been able to save anyone. His whole life feels like a bad joke to him, and he has returned to Katapesh not to redeem himself, but to end it. He disdains the idea of simply killing himself; at the very least, whoever or whatever ends his lifetime of regret will have to work for it.