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by waysoftheearth » Thu Aug 23, 2012 7:28 pm
doctorx wrote:
†DELWYNN THE GUILEFUL
MAGIC-USER. 1ST LEVEL.
Human. Male. Alignment: Neutral.
STRENGTH: 09
INTELLIGENCE: 14 (+5% exp)
WISDOM: 07
DEXTERITY: 12
CONSTITUTION: 09
CHARISMA: 12
6 starting spells: Charm Person, Detect Magic, Hold Portal, Protection from Evil, Read Magic, Sleep.
Prepared Spell: Sleep
GOLD PIECES: 8
EQUIPMENT: 4 Daggers. (12gp). (One hung at his side in plain view, one secreted up his left sleeve, another concealed in his right boot, yet another strapped at the nape of his neck).
(€œWhy, I am practically unarmed, good sir! We mages are peaceful, scholarly souls. Might I perchance give the back of my neck the merest scratch..?€Â)
Waterskin. (1gp).
((Sigh!) €œOne must drink water to live...€Â)
Flask of wine. (2gp).
((Grins): €œ...but one drinks wine to make life worth the living!€Â)
Backpack. (3gp).
(€œDratted, cumbersome thing! I really must hire a man to attend to such manual unpleasantness...€Â)
Rations, 1 week. (7gp). A few small bread rolls, a round of pleasantly-tangy hard cheese, a few handfuls of dried fruit, an apple or two, a fistful of cured wild boar sausages, etc.)
(€œIron rations? Good Gods, my dear fellow, I€™d rather starve...€Â)
Travelling cloak. (3gp).
(€œDratted, waterlogged country! Does it ever stop raining in these benighted parts?!?€Â)
String of garlic. (5gp). (Somewhat picked at; He€™s been using the occasional clove to add a soupson of flavour to the company€™s otherwise-dreary meals...)
(€œYou may call it chicken stew, my dear fellow! I can but regard it as a tragically-drowned fowl deserving of a better send-off than the company of stale turnips and €“ I€™m not even sure what that is. These little white-and-purple jewels may serve to provide just that..!€Â)
Scroll: Jump. (25gp).
(€œAh. Pursuit: UPSIDAISY!!€Â)
Tinderbox. (2gp).
(€œOooh, catch, you cursed thing! CATCH! Nine shaved dwarfs, but there€™s got to be an easier way to start a fire...€Â)
Lantern. (10gp).
(€œA dark lantern for oh-so-occasionally dark business, hmm..?€Â)
Oil, Flask. (2gp).
(€œ...but it wouldn€™t do for the old girl to run out of flicker on us, would it? I€™m all for the dark, but there are limits...€Â)
TOTAL WEIGHT: 50 (Incl. spellbook).
BACKGROUND:
No-one seems to be entirely sure when †delwynn fell in with the Grey Hart, or why, but the young magician has been lurking on the fringes of the company for some time now, despite the occasional curse and hurled missile sent his way, that he has so far managed (largely) to avoid.
Of medium height, slim of build, with sandy-brown hair framing an affable, smiling face (that is swift to take on a shrewd, watchful look when he thinks you€™re not looking at him), he is clearly educated €“ cultured even €“ at least that is the impression he tries to give. He certainly affects a cultivated, scholarly manner, but there€™s more than a little of the mountebank about him. Keep your hand on your purse and an eye on your girl when †delwynn€™s around €“ chances are he€™s after both, a predatory, calculating look in his pale blue eyes which has earned him the occasional blacked eye and split lip from his comrades, although he is swift to bounce back, insisting it was all a misunderstanding and falling over himself to be agreeable to his former antagonists (while quietly marking their names for future retribution...)
He spends a lot of time pouring over his (admittedly quite impressive-looking) spellbook, although on occasion he seems a little wary €“ even nervous €“ of it. Surely it couldn€™t be that it doesn€™t belong to him, could it?
Nonetheless, he has proved himself on occasion to be a shrewd and capable spell-caster, enough to ensure Sir Trevor has seen fit to permit his continued presence in the ranks of the Grey Hart, despite the occasional €“ heh €“ €˜misunderstanding€™ arising between him and his fellow sell-swords.
€œRuins, you say? Hmm. Yes, potentially interesting, I suppose. I may perhaps join you in investigating them... should I wake up in time... and after a proper breakfast, naturally...
In the meantime fear not, my bold companions. I shall be certain to keep a close and watchful eye on any belongings you may see fit to leave behind...€Â
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Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]