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Warded Against Witchery, Deft Dodger

Two-weapon fighting, Double Slice

Diplomacy: 3+3+1=7

Disable Device: 3+3+4=10

Acrobatics: 10

Stealth: 10

Pereption: 3+3=6

Bluff: 3+3+1=7

Sleight of Hand: 10

Knowledge Local: 7

Escape Artist: 10

UMD: 7

Bleeding Attack

M.Work Short sword: 1d20+7(5 twf) 1d6+4 pierce 19-20
Dagger 1d20+4(6 single-hand) 1d4 pierce 19-20
Masterwork Hand Crossbow 1d20+5 1d4 30 ft

CMD:10+2+4=16
AC: 15
3/8/1

potion of pass without trace
potion of spider climb
tanglefoot bag
leather armor
dagger
mwk hand crossbow with 9 bolts
short sword
climber’s kit
crowbar
grappling hook
mwk thieves’ tools
Masterwork Short Sword
Masterwork Leather Armor
Oil of Magic Weapon
Alchemist's Fire
Silver Poison Dagger

silk rope (50 ft.), 33 gp and in a chest in her room a healer’s kit (5 uses remaining), a belt pouch with 25 sp, and a potion of lesser restoration.

Like most half-orcs, one parent or the other never really liked me too much. Dad wasn't exactly horde material, but ma was quite the country mouse so they lived out in the middle o' nowhere anyway. Most folks with orc blood don' do well with authority figures, and well, I ain't done much to change that idea. Started nicking from charity plates, pickin' fights, breaking windows and that sort of mayhem. Made myself a few bad friends, ended up trying to rob some priest of Abadar. Classic bump-n-run. Turns out being rich doe'n't mean bein' weak or stupid, so we ended up in jail. I was waitin' in a wagon to pick the lock once my friends made it away, so I ended up with a shorter reservation in the cells than my mates who went and actually hurt the man. After that nobody wanted me around anymore, so I made my way outside town to the wilderness. Wanted to get back to my roots, I guess. Couple months later there's some blue fairies and snow all the wrong times of year, and I'm thinking it's about time I was moving on.