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About Thannaen the Forgotten

Kir'thannaen Ir'hi'las the Forgotten
Elf Battle Host 1
CG Medium Humanoid (Elf)
Init +2; Senses Perception +2
Immune sleep
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 13 (1d8 + 5)
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +2 (+2 vs enchantment spells and effects)
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Ranged
Melee Remembrance (elven curve blade) +5 (1d10+6/18-20x2)
Special Attacks
Psychic Spells Prepared (CL 1, concentration +4, spell penetration +3)
1st Level (2/day) enlarge person
Knacks (at will) mage hand
Mental Focus (3/day)
Transmutation 3
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Statistics
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Str 16[18], Dex 14, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 8
Base Atk +0; CMB +4; CMD 16
Feats Toughness
Traits Tireless Logic, A Sure Thing (Silver Crusade)
Skills climb +3, knowledge (history) +7, knowledge (local) +7, linguistics +7, perception +6, spellcraft +9, swim +3
Languages Common (Taldane), Elven, Sylvan, Draconic, Celestial, Abyssal
Gear alchemist's fire, belt pouch, candle, canteen, chalk, charcoal (2 sticks), crowbar, cold iron morningstar, dagger, earplugs, explorer's outfit, flint and steel, backpack, leather lamellar armor, masterwork elven curve blade, measuring cord, mess kit, mirror, mug, rope (silk), parchment (10 sheets), powder, signal whistle, smoked goggles, trail rations (4 days), whetstone, 8 gp
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Special Abilities
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Mental Focus (Su) Thann focuses his mental energy each day into various aspects of his sword, quantified as mental focus. He has 3 such points of mental focus to spend each day.
Panoply Bond (Su) Thann is bonded to a masterfully crafted elven curve blade of ancient heritage, Remembrance, and it has been his companion since his awakening. Through the sword's power, he has learned to cast psychic spells, and in his hands it confers on him certain powers.
Transmutation Implement (Su) So long as Thann has invested three points of mental focus in his sword's transmutation powers, he gains a +2 enhancement bonus to strength for that day. He can expend one point of mental focus as a standard action to grant the sword a +1 magical enhancement bonus for one minute. In addition, he can expend one point of mental focus as a swift action to grant himself a burst of speed for one minute, increasing his land speed by 30 feet.
Tireless Logic Once per day, Thann can roll twice on an Intelligence-based skill or ability check and take the better result.
A Sure Thing Once per day, Thann may add a +2 bonus to his attack against an evil-aligned creature.

Background

Thann awoke under a tangled mass of roots and filth and briars, able to see only by the dimmest of sunlight persevering through so many obstacles to reach what might have been called his grave. He would later learn that more than a century had come and gone. And although he remembered nothing of his past, he knew instantly where he was: in the ravaged borderlands on the edge of the Tanglebriar, within sight of the towering Witchbole. Thick scars punctuated his body through ragged, rotted clothing, but he felt no pain. Unsteadily, he clawed out space to stand and considered his bewildering position. Escape soon became his sole thought, and he scratched ever more frantically at the mire of his haphazard prison.

That is, until a voice called to him. His ears did not hear it, but his mind did. Breathe, the voice urged him, and think. Thann thought about that for a moment and decided it was nonsense. He tore at the roots and grime until his hands were awash in blood.

Breathe. The voice again.

Thann sat down, knowing he was getting nowhere. He became aware of the thirst on his tongue, the tight knot of hunger that was his stomach. He chewed a random root and promptly spit it back out. Then he saw a glint in the darkness. He crawled toward it with unwilling limbs. There! He saw a curving handle, and a hilt, covered in grime and buried in the muck. He grabbed on and pulled as hard as he could.

He found himself standing, a long blade dark with a century of accumulated muck arced before him. It felt right in his hands. Breathe, and think. The voice was louder this time.

Thann looked up towards the weak but precious sun, and cut his way free.