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Male middle-aged human (Tian) alchemist (chirurgeon) 1
LN Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses Perception +5
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Defense
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AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +1
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee club +2 (1d6+2) or dagger +2 (1d4+2/19-20)
Ranged light crossbow +2 (1d8/19-20) or dagger +2 (1d4+2/19-20)
Special Attacks bomb 6/day (1d6+3 fire, DC 13)
Alchemist Extractions Known (CL 1st)
1st - cure light wounds, enlarge person
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 13, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 14
Feats Brew Potion, Extra Bombs, Point-Blank Shot, Throw Anything
Traits Anatomist, On the Payroll
Skills Appraise +7, Craft (alchemy) +7 (+8 to craft alchemical items), Disable Device +5, Heal +5, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (nature) +7, Perception +5, Profession (gardener) +5, Profession (herbalist) +5, Use Magic Device +3
Languages Celestial, Common, Tian, Varisian
SQ alchemy (alchemy craftng +1, identify potions), mutagen (+4/–2, +2 natural, 10 minutes)
Combat Gear acid (3 flsks), smokestick, tanglefoot bag, thunderstone; Other Gear studded leather, club, dagger, light crossbow with 10 bolts, alchemist’s kindness, alchemist’s kit, backpack, bedroll, chalkboard, chalk (2 pieces), earplugs, inkpen, ink (1 vial), monk’s outfit, rice paper (10 sheets), scroll case, sunrod, tindertwigs (3), trail rations (5 days), traveler’s outfit, waterskin, winter blanket
Formula Book cure light wounds, disguise self, enlarge person, expeditious retreat, shield

Xiuj Hak Leyng (ZOOSH HOCK LAYNG) does not speak often of his life in the far-off academies, or the strange internal alchemies which his undying masters taught him in that place beyond the farthest oceans. Here, in a quiet hermitage softly rotting into the grey earth of the deep woods of the fog-shrouded Ustalav, the ancient-looking man called Student Leyng has spent the last thirty years of his life quietly plying a trade in the reduction of fevers, the telling of pregnancies, the secrets of gardening, and the occasional application of strange needles to the purpose of redirecting the life force within the body. Whispers claim, however, that within his shuttered lab are reagents which, when mixed in the proper sequence, can bring the dead back to life or restore sight to the blind, and that Leyng recalls the recipe for a mysterious elixir from forgotten lands which can call up a foul-smelling, many-fanged, iron-skinned yin-devil from within his very bones. While many of these claims are naught but wild fabrications and uneducated misunderstandings, Leyng perpetuates many of these myths to maintain his distance from those who annoy him—but also to create an aura of mystery and respect, which salves his fragile ego.

Xiuj Hak Leyng came to his new gothic homeland by way of Varisian caravans. He fled his homeland after an altercation where he defended his academy’s honor against a rival monastery—one which enjoyed far more popularity and routinely snubbed his own school as well as his masters. After arranging a quite spectacular explosion in the heart of the rival institution, he found it necessary to pursue a change in scenery, parlaying his skills as a healer into free passage, eventually settling in this current moribund nation, where he discovered a great many clients willing to experiment with the exotic acupuncture and alchemy which only he could provide.

In time, Leyng’s skill captured the attention of the Professor, who consulted with him on a number of matters, even hiring the alchemist to test various substances he himself had secured, or to seek out rare reagents for him in the hills. Leyng has served as his retainer for nearly ten years now, thoroughly enjoying each new alchemical mystery they explored together.

Leyng has an abrasive, spiteful personality, often presenting a sour face to the rest of the world when it intrudes on him. While among fellow scholars and alchemists, however, he gradually warms to a more grudging, if not enlightening, conversation, basking in the glow of any compliments and flattery offered for his unique cultural outlook—which he deems superior to all others. But Leyng is also paranoid, constantly fretting over people out to steal his secrets, prying into his personal identity, or unwilling to acknowledge the quality of his alchemy and unorthodox healing techniques. He makes a determined enemy, but also a staunch ally to those who earn his respect and reciprocate in kind. Unfortunately, regardless of how others pronounce his name, Leyng yells at them for getting it wrong—even changing his own pronunciation of it to perpetuate such conflict for his own entertainment.

Leyng looks much older than his true age, which he never divulges since he refuses to taunt the universe with how long he’s managed to survive lest it strike him down. In actuality, he’s only 49 years old, but looks 20 years beyond that. He shaved his head before leaving the east, but maintains a stark-white, sharply pointed beard and narrow, drooping mustache which immediately marks him as an exotic outsider in his current land. He typically dresses in simple sandals, loose breeches, and a loose-fitting silk shirt bound together with several sashes which conceal or hold a variety of tools and weapons. Leyng stands only 5-feet, 6-inches in height and the compacted muscle of his tightly-wound body weighs 120 pounds soaking wet.