This is a single player run of Savage tide.
Roman female NG human Wizard (Universalist) 1/ Sorcerer (Arcane) 1/ Psion (Telepath) 1
19 years old 5'8" 127 lbs. Emerald eyes Black straight hair to her mid back
She is a follower of Cayden Caelean, and respects Nethys. She is from Magnimar.
Str 14 (+2) Dex 15 (+2) Con 14 (+2) Int 21 (+5) Wis 13 (+1) Cha 19 (+4)
HP: 41 (Life points 82) Wound points 28 Clobbered: 14 Massive damage: 28 Stabalize: 28%
AC: 12 Tch: 12 FF: 10
Initiative: +6 (2 Dex, 4 Improved Initiative) Speed: 30'/x4
FRW 2/5/7
Bab: +0 CMB: +2 CMD: 14 Melee: +2 Ranged: +2
Melee: Dagger +2 1d4+2 dmg 19/x2 10' range PS 1 lbs
Ranged: Dagger +2 1d4+2 dmg 19/x2 10' range PS 1 lbs
Skills: Appraise +10, Acrobatics +2, Bluff +9, Craft (armor & weapons) +9, Diplomacy +8, Intimidate +8, Kno (Arcana) +10, kno (local) +10, kno (nature) +10, kno (nob) +9, kno (psionics) +9, kno (planes) +9, Perception +0, Psicraft +9, Sense motive +5, linguistics +9, Spellcraft +10, Use magic device +8
Languages: Common, abyssal, celestial, infernal, draconic, elven
Carrying capacity: 58/116/175/175/350/875
GP: 10
Feats: Hidden reserve 7/day, Bloodline arcana: arcane bond, metamagic: whenever you use a metamagic feat that increases the level cost by at least 1, the CL is increased by 1, Combat casting, Eschew materials, Improved counterspell, Improved initiative, scribe scroll, sudden silent, versatile spellcaster, psionic endowment, reactive counterspell, spellcasting prodigy (sor & wiz), focused, frail, weak will, sorcerous counterspell (+1 CL on next spell after successful counterspell for up to ChaMod rnds.)
Bonded ring, dagger
Spells:
Sorcerer 0-level: DC15
Acid splash,Daze,Detect magic,Ray of frost
1st level DC 16 (4/day)
Charm person,Magic missile
0-level wizard spells DC 16 (3)
Acid splash,Daze,Detect magic,Flare,Light,Mending,Message,Prestidigitation,Ray of frost,Read magic,Resistance,Touch of fatigue
1st level spells DC 17 (3)
Charm person,Comprehend languages,Expeditious retreat,Identify
Mage armor, Magic Missile, Sleep, True Strike
Psion powers: DC 15 Power points: 4
Conceal thoughts, Inertial armor, Mind thrust
She has memorized:
o-level wizard: Flare, Light, Touch of fatigue
1st level wizard: Expeditious retreat, Sleep, True Strike
Greetings Roman, and I trust this missive finds you in good health!
I humbly request your presence at my estate house on Festival street and Blue skink lane in the marble district tomorrow evening. I think that I can present you with an opportunity uniquely suited to your skills. Please inform the courrier of your response to this invitation, and I hope to see you again soon,
your friend, Lavinia Vanderboren
A wizened looking halfling woman you recognize as Kora delivers the above message.
Lavinia Vanderboren is a family friend of yours, the eldest daughter of Verik and Larissa, who passed away a little over a month ago in a tragic fire. Her younger brother is Vanthus.
A seven foot high stone wall surrounds the impressive estate, and the towering, gothic, three-story house dominates the grounds within. Leering gargoyles and capering nymphs festoon the eaves of the manors roof, and several trees give the manor grounds a nice buffer from the bustle of the city.
You find the front gates open.
Jora the halfling answers the door with a smile. "Come in, Roman." she says, gesturing you into an atrium. "Lady Vanderboren will see you in a few minutes. Would you like some refreshment?"
Kora returns after a few minutes with the glass, which is very refreshing. The room is nicely furnished, with a large crimson couch flanked by busts of surly looking old men. A few minutes after Kora departs, your attention is drawn back to the hallway as the sounds of several people walking down it catch your ear.
A jaunty half-elf dressed in leather armor and armed with a half dozen daggers of different shapes, a dark-skinned dwarf with a dour expression dressed in green and brown robes clutching a large spear, a haughty looking woman dressed in purple robes and with a tattoo of a crescent moon tattoed on one cheek, and a tall, handsome man dressed in a polished breastplate carrying a bastard sword walk down the hallway past the atrium towards the front door.
You recognize the group as a local band of mercenaries oft employed by Lavinia's parents called the Jade Ravens. Tolin Kientai, the handsome man, is their leader, with Zan Oldavin, the half-elf, Kaskus Kiel, the dwarf, and Liamae Teslikaria, the woman.
Tolin stops, and gives you a once over. He nods his head in your direction, with a bit of a cocky glint in his eye, and then leaves with the others.
Kora leads you into the private dining hall, a comfortable room lit by wall-mounted lanters. A window overlooks the manors central courtyard, showing a beautiful tree there, and the carpet is sot and thick. You see a portrait of Vanthus, Lavinia's younger, troublesome, brother, hanging on the wall. Lavinia is wearing a long, flowing blue dress, and rises to hug you as you enter.
"Roman, my friend, it has been too long." She embraces you and then gestures to a chair near her.
"As well as can be imagined", sighs Lavinia. She steels herself for the briefest moment, then puts a smile on that, though forced, seems genuine. "Thats a little to do with why I contacted you. Along with the passing of my parents, I have inherited this estate. And along with the fine house, came a fine amount of debt owed the city, the harbormaster, and quite a few guildhalls," She sighs.
"It seems my parents, for all of thier success as explorers and exporters, were not as skilled at finance as one might expect. If I'm to get these debts paid off, I need to access my family vault under the bank of Abadar."
"And that is the problem, you see. The vault is magically locked, keyed to a special signet ring my father had created. Both of my parents had these rings, at least, until recently. My mother lost hers a few months ago. She arranged for a replacement, but it will not be done for another month or so, and either way, needs to be paid for before I can claim it. Too late for me. Which leaves my fathers ring."
"He kept it hidden somewhere on his ship, the Blue Nixie.He had a thing about men's jewelry."
"So can you get it off of the Blue Nixie?"
"The problem is the harbormaster seized the ship until someone pays for the last four months of mooring." Lavinia rubs her temples. "I've paid the fines to the man the harbormaster put in charge of my ship, a brute named Soller Vark, yet when I came to claim my ship, Vark's men wouldn't let me on board, claiming that I hadn't yet paid the fines."
I nod in understanding. "And when you spoke to the harbormaster about this Vark bloke, he didn't believe you, did he?"
"No he did not. He's a doddering old fool who trusts the idea of his man more than his man. And Vark denies ever recieving my payment. Won't even let me out to see the ship."
"Do you think they are up to something?" I ask.
"Do you think he's up to something?"
"I do. What I need is to find out exactly what they are up to. Unfortunately, I don't believe that Vark is the typr to react well to diplomacy or logic. I need someone to speak his language... which led me to think of you. You have always been highly capable due to your talents. If you can find what he's using my ship for, or even better, recover the money I paid him, I'll pay you 200 gold once I've access to my vault."
"You are alright if this blossoms into a little trouble? I don't want to soil your name, let alone end up with either of us in trouble with the law."