Dwarf Cleric 6 / Unchained Rogue (cutpurse) 1
AC 20, touch 13, flat-footed 17 (+6 armor, +1 shield, +3 dex)
Speed 20 ft.
Str 10, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 20, Cha 5
mwk agile breastplate
light darkwood quickdraw shield
+1 conductive whip
cold iron sling bullets [ 10 ]
cold iron dagger
+2 headband of inspired wisdom
mwk thieves' tools
flint & steel
tear-away cleric vestments
mwk tools (confectioner)
sack x 3
blue book (absalom, katapesh, cassomir)
pathfinder chronicle (knowledge (nobility))
spell component pouch
bandolier x 2
iron holy symbol (Calistria) w/ secret compartment
wand of cure light wounds [ 22 ]
vial of holy water
alchemist's fire x 2
drow poison x 3 (one in secret compartment)
Defensive Training +4 dodge bonus to AC vs giants
Many have heard the story of seven particular dwarves who all lived and worked together and who one day happened upon an exiled princess, who decided to live with them for a while, before adventure and hi-jinx ensued. Good triumphing over evil. Happily ever after. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Touchy is not one of those dwarves.
'Those' dwarves have made life hell for regular dwarves.
Like every dwarf is lucky enough to get assigned a convenient gem mine to toil in. No, he and his kin got coal.
Like every dwarf has some royal harlot to do their housework and keep them entertained. No, he and his kin had only each other's ugly mugs to stare at when they got home. If you didn't cook it yourself, you didn't eat. If you didn't clean it, it stayed dirty.
And what kind of proper dwarf is named Happy! Dwarves ain't happy! Not proper ones anyway!
He and his kin hated 'those' dwarves. 'Those' dwarves didn't know a thing about being a right and proper dwarf... but kiss enough ass, grease enough palms, hire enough good PR, and suddenly regular dwarves like Touchy were just not good enough.
Well to hell with those entitled bastards.
So a group them from a mine just outside Kravenkus decided to form their own group. The 'Other' dwarves if you will! They joined the Pathfinders in hopes of making a dwarven tale that will make people forget about 'Those' dwarves once and for all.
Everyone knows someone like him. They're eyes linger a little too long... They stand just a little too close... They brush up against you just a little too often. Outwardly always seeming friendly and personable, but somehow still creeping you out just a little anyway.
Touchy is one of those people.
His age is somewhat indeterminate, not exactly old, but given his graying hair and beard and ever increasing wrinkles on his face, not young either. Beady dark eyes peering from beneath bushy eyebrows, belly slightly going to paunch. An overall image of someone past their prime and starting to go to seed.
Although outwardly he always seems helpful and cheerful, you can't help but feel there's something dark and vengeful lurking just under the surface. His devotion to Calistria might back that up.
Boons and Vanities:
Noble Title Vanity (Taldor) Gain an official noble title (Lord) including documentation. Become specialized in Knowledge (nobility) [1 PP]
Confirmed Field Agent May purchase a wayfinder for 1 prestige point.
Explore, Report, Cooperate [1 use] Free immediate action to consider an action and know if it would further or hinder the goals of the Society.
** 6/9 Season 6 Faction Card goals completed **
( HP 58/58 | AC 20, Tch 13, FF 17 | CMD 18 | Fort +7, Ref +7, Will +10 | Init +5 | Perc +9 | SM +9 | Dazing Touch 8/8, Malign Eye 8/8 )