Half-elf Rogue/1
Current XP: 600 (400 more needed for lvl) Chaotic Neutral Male
Age 24 Height: 5'4" Weight: 125
Hair: white white/grey eyes
Deity: Ehlonna
Abilities: Immune to Sleep Spells
Low-light Vision
Sneak Attack
Traps
Str 12 (+1)
Dex 16 (+3)
Con 14 (+2)
Int 12 (+1)
Wis 11 (0)
Cha 8 (-1)
HP 8
AC 15
Money: 0 pp, 0 ep, 0 gp, 0 sp, 0 cp
Skills:
Appraise/3.0
Balance/6.0
Climb/5.0
Disable Device/5.0
Escape Artist/7.0
Heal/2.0
Jump/5.0
Open Lock/5.0
Ride/3.5
Spot/4.0
Swim/2.0
Tumble/7.0
Init Mod 3, Fortitude 2, Reflex 5, Will 0
Base Atk Bonus: 0, Melee Atk Bonus: 1, Ranged Atk Bonus: 3
Feats:
Ambidexterity
Armor Proficiency (light)
Gear:
(1) Backpack [2.0 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Whetstone [1.0 lb]
(4) Chalk, 1 piece [0.0 lb]
(1) Ink (1 oz. vial) [0.0 lb]
(1) Inkpen [0.0 lb]
(2) Vial, ink or potion [0.0 lb]
(1) Signet ring [0.0 lb]
(1) Sewing needle [0.0 lb]
(2) Belt [0.1 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Boots [1.0 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Breeches [0.5 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Donkey or mule [200.0 lb]
(1) Saddlebags [8.0 lb]
(1) Torch [1.0 lb] - Std Issue
(2) Case, map or scroll [0.5 lb]
(1) Caltrops [2.0 lb]
(1) Exploreres outfit [8.0 lb]
(1) Rope, silk (50 ft.) [5.0 lb]
(1) Flint and steel [0.0 lb]
(1) Hooded Cloak [2.0 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Manacles [2.0 lb]
(5) Rations, trail (per day) [1.0 lb] - Std Issue
(2) Sack (empty) [0.5 lb]
(1) Shirt [0.5 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Thieves tools [1.0 lb]
(1) Vest [0.5 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Waterskin [4.0 lb] - Std Issue
Total Gear Weight Carried: 20.7 Weapons:
A P Weapon Wt. RG MA RA Crit Dam
P Y Quarterstaff 4.0 -3 x2 1d6/1d6+1
O N Whip 2.0 15 -5 x2 1d2
C Y (2) Dagger 1.0 10 +1 +3 19-20/x2 1d4+1
C N Bolas, 2-ball 2.0 10 -1 x2 1d4
C Y Sap 3.0 +1 x2 1d6+1
C N Net 10.0 10 -1 0 0
C Y (5) Dart 0.5 20 +3 x2 1d4
Armed: P indicates armed in primary hand, O indicates offhand arming, B indicates both hands, C indicates carried, and Z indicates stored in a container.
P indicates proficiency (Y/N)
Columns: RG: range increment; MA: melee attack bonus; RA: ranged attack bonus
Items listed in green are masterwork weapons
Total Weapon Weight Carried: 26.5
Armor: Racial Abilities: Class Abilities:
W P Armor Wt AC
X Y Leather 15.0 2
X indicates armor that is currently worn.
P indicates proficiency (Y/N).
Items listed in green are masterwork weapons
Total Armor Weight: 15.0
Total weight carried: 62.2 lbs. Base Speed: 30 Last viewed by player: 2003-01-21
Status: approved
You are not a spellcaster and know no spells.
Languages:
Elven
Common
Gnomish
Treasure:
None
Misc. Magic Items:
None
Olean Mistner Founder half-elf. His Father was a human trapper working in the Mountains near his village, one cold winter's night he caught sight of a Elf just down the trail he was on. Olean's father Gorder was always a curious human and as he had never actually seen a Elf up close he thought this was his best chance. He quietly strode down the trail trying to keep sight of the Elf that always just seemed to be just a few feet of ahead of him. Each time he closed the distance to where he could catch his first up close glimpse the Elf was again just out of his view. He was so caught up in his chase of the elf he never paid attention to his surroundings and he ended up tripping on a exposed root falling down the side of the trail twisting or breaking his ankle and knee. Gorder was in trouble and he knew it, as a trapper he knew how fast the temperature could drop on the mountain and without shelter he doubted he could survive the night. Each time he tried to move he was in so much pain he could only grunt and as he tried to exert himself he passed out. When he awoke the temperature had dropped even more his hands and legs begining to go numb. Gorder tried the one thing he hoped might bring him help even if it was a enemy, he cried out "Help, help, someone anyone please help me please!!" two or three more times he cried out and when he heard no answer he tried to raise himself again and passed out from the intense pain. Just as he drifted off into darkness he thought he saw a figure approaching and then darkness claimed him. The next time he awoke he was being spoon feed by a female so lithe and beautiful it had to be a elf her loveliness just enveloped him and he cared little if she saw the wanton lust in his eyes. Over the next few days he was slowly nursed to health by this female as they communicated through hand gestures and he slowly learned to say her name Levahenon, which to him was all he wanted to say. By the time he was able to walk again he and the his Elf nurse had become snowed in a cave she had taken him to and as all things pass so too did love blossom between him and her and they passed away the next month in a heaven he hoped would never end. But, it ended all too soon and the snow finally subsided for Levahenon to say she had to leave and one night he awoke to see her form leaving the cave, Gorder no longer certain if what he had experienced was even real or a dream headed home to his village the next day telling his tale to the village elders, they debated on his story and at last concluded he was telling the truth at least as far as he was concerned. The winter passed quickly enough with Gorder always looking to the mountains each morning or whenever he was trapping to see if he might again catch a glimpse of his beloved. No such sighting ever occured and the spring months came turning into summer, and one night he heard a knocking at his door and when he went to see who was there he found a crude crib with a babe inside and a note in rough common saying this was his son Olean please raise him as one of your kind, signed Levahenon. Gorder immediately took the babe in his arms and cried as he looked again to the mountains and thought he saw what might have been a figure waving in the distance just before cresting over a rise. He took the child Olean and gave him his last name of Founder he taught the child as he was his own. Though Olean did have trouble with the other children in his village who always called him a freak or 1/2 Elf as his skin was slightly different as was his eyes of two different colors which some took to be a bad omen that no good would ever come of him. But, Olean grew and he began to learn to live within the village staying more of a loner as his father, one night around the age of 10 he went to the mountains by himself trying to find his mother to no avail did he see or find any tracks of Elves or animals for that matter. Olean did see large prints and horse prints headed in a roundabout way towards his village and he followed these prints when he saw smoke coming from his village. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him and saw what no child should ever see was his village torn to pieces bodies of villagers (women and children) some friends some enemies strewn about as if they had been cut down like vermin. He was crying and sobbing by the time he found his father body lying under a Orc's body his father had tried to defend the village and had paid the price they had flayed his skin from his bones and eviscerated him like one of his animals he hunted and trapped. A rage boiled inside of him and he grabbed for a sword he found next to his father's body and he followed the tracks leading out of his village for what seemed hours maybe days he followed the tracks till finally just in a grove of trees he spied them, 7 Orc's sitting around a fire he could hear them grunting amongst themselves and guttural laughs coming from them. The rage exploded inside of him and he charged into their mists swinging the sword haphazardly trying to find a target he did connect with one larger brute stabbing him in his shoulder and a howl of pain erupted from the thing while others looked on falling over laughing and then he was hit from behind by a guard he had failed to see earlier and his world went black. When he next awoke he was was hanging by his arms with the larger brute leering into his face and he heard in crude common "So little man-thing thinks to hurt Wodisc (laughter again from the other Orc's) you will feel much pain before this night is out little one and then beg for a swift death." Wodisc stepped out of his line of sight and then he felt the first lash of a whip cross his back and screamed in pain and another lash he screamed again and looked on as the other Orc's all laughed and laughed another lash hit his back and he refused to let out a scream, another and another till his back was numb from the whipping but he raised his head as he had not screamed and Wodisc enraged even more once again looked into his face "Little man-thing is strong yes (laughter all around), Olean looking into the ugly brute's face spit at it hitting him squarely in the eyes, (laughter, erupting from all the Orc's). Wodisc wiping the spittle from his face takes the whip and clubs Olean several times in the face until he passed out from pain the last thing he saw was a gnarled hand and long nails as the butt of the whip came down for the last time. olean rememering very little except that he felt himself being lowered to the ground and then strange nightmares as he saw wodisc again and again laugh at him and hit him coutinously till he finally woke up screaming he was still screaming when he was pressed down by gentle but firm arms rest now little one rest no one will hurt you now. What must have been days maybe weeks he finally awoke and his back was still sore as he tried to sit up and he felt bandages covering his face. Olean cried "Hello, is anyone there?" Looking around he could see he was inside some sort of wagon and see two figures on the seat in front of him and heard other voices around the wagon. "Ah, the little one is awake yes? Please do not move too much yet your wounds are very severe and will take time to heal." He turned to see a little human? not more then 3'4" high staring at him with a greenish tint to his skin smoking a pipe. wonder must have showed in his eyes as the little man said "We are called Gnomes little one a band of forest creatures one might say though we prefer hills to forest. My name is Garling Shinesbright and I am a cleric, though a poor one when it comes to your wounds I am afraid. I have eased the pain but, I am afraid the lashes on your back and your face will never fully recover from the marks they have left behind. Now please tell us your name and what has happened to you before we found you?" Olean tells the Gnome's his tales of the village, his father's body, the torture the Orc Wodisc was doing to him and even of his upbringing and who his mother was. The Gnome's listened intently only stopping him when he needed food or drink and then they told him of how they had seen sign's of the Orcish raiding party and how they caught up with the brutes moments before he was going to be killed and they surprised and killed most of them though 2 did get away into the forest. The Gnome's took Olean in never judging him or commenting on his eye color though some where curious about it, they did stop at his village to bury the dead and say some words for the fallen. Olean was ever silent happy to be with people who did not judge him but, never certain how to act. Month's later he was allowed to take off the bandages from his face and when he and Garling viewed his face for the first time Olean ran off into the woods to be by himself and returned hours later towards evening and he and Garling finally came up with a plan to devise a face mask that cover his face and hide it from view so no one would ever have to look on it again. Including Olean himself, the Gnomes raised him as one of their own though it was clear Olean had his own demons that where pushing him on and on and he still would wake up at night in cold sweats with the vision of Wodisc's face still leering at him. Olean learned what he could from the Gnome's though he did not take well to wood crafts, but he seemed to show a great talent for rogish type things. they taught him Elvish, and also Gnomish languages he learned and had a quick mind for. By the time he was 23 he set out for himself from his second home promising to one day return with tales of his adventure's. Olean's mind set is not always for the letter of the law and he trusts more to himself and his law as he refers to it, he will do things because he wants to, not always because he has too. Though he does enjoy the Gnomish love of life,he does not kill unless he has to and he prides himslef on learning a variety of weapons that can capture as well as kill. He always wears the mask never taking it off, except to rub salve on his face or unless he is absolutely sure he is alone. Olean headed in the direction of the nearest city in hopes to adventure and cure the wander lust in his soul. Or other things as time will tell.
Current XP: 600 (400 more needed for lvl) Chaotic Neutral Male
Age 24 Height: 5'4" Weight: 125
Hair: white white/grey eyes
Deity: Ehlonna
Abilities: Immune to Sleep Spells
Low-light Vision
Sneak Attack
Traps
Str 12 (+1)
Dex 16 (+3)
Con 14 (+2)
Int 12 (+1)
Wis 11 (0)
Cha 8 (-1)
HP 8
AC 15
Money: 0 pp, 0 ep, 0 gp, 0 sp, 0 cp
Skills:
Appraise/3.0
Balance/6.0
Climb/5.0
Disable Device/5.0
Escape Artist/7.0
Heal/2.0
Jump/5.0
Open Lock/5.0
Ride/3.5
Spot/4.0
Swim/2.0
Tumble/7.0
Init Mod 3, Fortitude 2, Reflex 5, Will 0
Base Atk Bonus: 0, Melee Atk Bonus: 1, Ranged Atk Bonus: 3
Feats:
Ambidexterity
Armor Proficiency (light)
Gear:
(1) Backpack [2.0 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Whetstone [1.0 lb]
(4) Chalk, 1 piece [0.0 lb]
(1) Ink (1 oz. vial) [0.0 lb]
(1) Inkpen [0.0 lb]
(2) Vial, ink or potion [0.0 lb]
(1) Signet ring [0.0 lb]
(1) Sewing needle [0.0 lb]
(2) Belt [0.1 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Boots [1.0 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Breeches [0.5 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Donkey or mule [200.0 lb]
(1) Saddlebags [8.0 lb]
(1) Torch [1.0 lb] - Std Issue
(2) Case, map or scroll [0.5 lb]
(1) Caltrops [2.0 lb]
(1) Exploreres outfit [8.0 lb]
(1) Rope, silk (50 ft.) [5.0 lb]
(1) Flint and steel [0.0 lb]
(1) Hooded Cloak [2.0 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Manacles [2.0 lb]
(5) Rations, trail (per day) [1.0 lb] - Std Issue
(2) Sack (empty) [0.5 lb]
(1) Shirt [0.5 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Thieves tools [1.0 lb]
(1) Vest [0.5 lb] - Std Issue
(1) Waterskin [4.0 lb] - Std Issue
Total Gear Weight Carried: 20.7 Weapons:
A P Weapon Wt. RG MA RA Crit Dam
P Y Quarterstaff 4.0 -3 x2 1d6/1d6+1
O N Whip 2.0 15 -5 x2 1d2
C Y (2) Dagger 1.0 10 +1 +3 19-20/x2 1d4+1
C N Bolas, 2-ball 2.0 10 -1 x2 1d4
C Y Sap 3.0 +1 x2 1d6+1
C N Net 10.0 10 -1 0 0
C Y (5) Dart 0.5 20 +3 x2 1d4
Armed: P indicates armed in primary hand, O indicates offhand arming, B indicates both hands, C indicates carried, and Z indicates stored in a container.
P indicates proficiency (Y/N)
Columns: RG: range increment; MA: melee attack bonus; RA: ranged attack bonus
Items listed in green are masterwork weapons
Total Weapon Weight Carried: 26.5
Armor: Racial Abilities: Class Abilities:
W P Armor Wt AC
X Y Leather 15.0 2
X indicates armor that is currently worn.
P indicates proficiency (Y/N).
Items listed in green are masterwork weapons
Total Armor Weight: 15.0
Total weight carried: 62.2 lbs. Base Speed: 30 Last viewed by player: 2003-01-21
Status: approved
You are not a spellcaster and know no spells.
Languages:
Elven
Common
Gnomish
Treasure:
None
Misc. Magic Items:
None
Olean Mistner Founder half-elf. His Father was a human trapper working in the Mountains near his village, one cold winter's night he caught sight of a Elf just down the trail he was on. Olean's father Gorder was always a curious human and as he had never actually seen a Elf up close he thought this was his best chance. He quietly strode down the trail trying to keep sight of the Elf that always just seemed to be just a few feet of ahead of him. Each time he closed the distance to where he could catch his first up close glimpse the Elf was again just out of his view. He was so caught up in his chase of the elf he never paid attention to his surroundings and he ended up tripping on a exposed root falling down the side of the trail twisting or breaking his ankle and knee. Gorder was in trouble and he knew it, as a trapper he knew how fast the temperature could drop on the mountain and without shelter he doubted he could survive the night. Each time he tried to move he was in so much pain he could only grunt and as he tried to exert himself he passed out. When he awoke the temperature had dropped even more his hands and legs begining to go numb. Gorder tried the one thing he hoped might bring him help even if it was a enemy, he cried out "Help, help, someone anyone please help me please!!" two or three more times he cried out and when he heard no answer he tried to raise himself again and passed out from the intense pain. Just as he drifted off into darkness he thought he saw a figure approaching and then darkness claimed him. The next time he awoke he was being spoon feed by a female so lithe and beautiful it had to be a elf her loveliness just enveloped him and he cared little if she saw the wanton lust in his eyes. Over the next few days he was slowly nursed to health by this female as they communicated through hand gestures and he slowly learned to say her name Levahenon, which to him was all he wanted to say. By the time he was able to walk again he and the his Elf nurse had become snowed in a cave she had taken him to and as all things pass so too did love blossom between him and her and they passed away the next month in a heaven he hoped would never end. But, it ended all too soon and the snow finally subsided for Levahenon to say she had to leave and one night he awoke to see her form leaving the cave, Gorder no longer certain if what he had experienced was even real or a dream headed home to his village the next day telling his tale to the village elders, they debated on his story and at last concluded he was telling the truth at least as far as he was concerned. The winter passed quickly enough with Gorder always looking to the mountains each morning or whenever he was trapping to see if he might again catch a glimpse of his beloved. No such sighting ever occured and the spring months came turning into summer, and one night he heard a knocking at his door and when he went to see who was there he found a crude crib with a babe inside and a note in rough common saying this was his son Olean please raise him as one of your kind, signed Levahenon. Gorder immediately took the babe in his arms and cried as he looked again to the mountains and thought he saw what might have been a figure waving in the distance just before cresting over a rise. He took the child Olean and gave him his last name of Founder he taught the child as he was his own. Though Olean did have trouble with the other children in his village who always called him a freak or 1/2 Elf as his skin was slightly different as was his eyes of two different colors which some took to be a bad omen that no good would ever come of him. But, Olean grew and he began to learn to live within the village staying more of a loner as his father, one night around the age of 10 he went to the mountains by himself trying to find his mother to no avail did he see or find any tracks of Elves or animals for that matter. Olean did see large prints and horse prints headed in a roundabout way towards his village and he followed these prints when he saw smoke coming from his village. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him and saw what no child should ever see was his village torn to pieces bodies of villagers (women and children) some friends some enemies strewn about as if they had been cut down like vermin. He was crying and sobbing by the time he found his father body lying under a Orc's body his father had tried to defend the village and had paid the price they had flayed his skin from his bones and eviscerated him like one of his animals he hunted and trapped. A rage boiled inside of him and he grabbed for a sword he found next to his father's body and he followed the tracks leading out of his village for what seemed hours maybe days he followed the tracks till finally just in a grove of trees he spied them, 7 Orc's sitting around a fire he could hear them grunting amongst themselves and guttural laughs coming from them. The rage exploded inside of him and he charged into their mists swinging the sword haphazardly trying to find a target he did connect with one larger brute stabbing him in his shoulder and a howl of pain erupted from the thing while others looked on falling over laughing and then he was hit from behind by a guard he had failed to see earlier and his world went black. When he next awoke he was was hanging by his arms with the larger brute leering into his face and he heard in crude common "So little man-thing thinks to hurt Wodisc (laughter again from the other Orc's) you will feel much pain before this night is out little one and then beg for a swift death." Wodisc stepped out of his line of sight and then he felt the first lash of a whip cross his back and screamed in pain and another lash he screamed again and looked on as the other Orc's all laughed and laughed another lash hit his back and he refused to let out a scream, another and another till his back was numb from the whipping but he raised his head as he had not screamed and Wodisc enraged even more once again looked into his face "Little man-thing is strong yes (laughter all around), Olean looking into the ugly brute's face spit at it hitting him squarely in the eyes, (laughter, erupting from all the Orc's). Wodisc wiping the spittle from his face takes the whip and clubs Olean several times in the face until he passed out from pain the last thing he saw was a gnarled hand and long nails as the butt of the whip came down for the last time. olean rememering very little except that he felt himself being lowered to the ground and then strange nightmares as he saw wodisc again and again laugh at him and hit him coutinously till he finally woke up screaming he was still screaming when he was pressed down by gentle but firm arms rest now little one rest no one will hurt you now. What must have been days maybe weeks he finally awoke and his back was still sore as he tried to sit up and he felt bandages covering his face. Olean cried "Hello, is anyone there?" Looking around he could see he was inside some sort of wagon and see two figures on the seat in front of him and heard other voices around the wagon. "Ah, the little one is awake yes? Please do not move too much yet your wounds are very severe and will take time to heal." He turned to see a little human? not more then 3'4" high staring at him with a greenish tint to his skin smoking a pipe. wonder must have showed in his eyes as the little man said "We are called Gnomes little one a band of forest creatures one might say though we prefer hills to forest. My name is Garling Shinesbright and I am a cleric, though a poor one when it comes to your wounds I am afraid. I have eased the pain but, I am afraid the lashes on your back and your face will never fully recover from the marks they have left behind. Now please tell us your name and what has happened to you before we found you?" Olean tells the Gnome's his tales of the village, his father's body, the torture the Orc Wodisc was doing to him and even of his upbringing and who his mother was. The Gnome's listened intently only stopping him when he needed food or drink and then they told him of how they had seen sign's of the Orcish raiding party and how they caught up with the brutes moments before he was going to be killed and they surprised and killed most of them though 2 did get away into the forest. The Gnome's took Olean in never judging him or commenting on his eye color though some where curious about it, they did stop at his village to bury the dead and say some words for the fallen. Olean was ever silent happy to be with people who did not judge him but, never certain how to act. Month's later he was allowed to take off the bandages from his face and when he and Garling viewed his face for the first time Olean ran off into the woods to be by himself and returned hours later towards evening and he and Garling finally came up with a plan to devise a face mask that cover his face and hide it from view so no one would ever have to look on it again. Including Olean himself, the Gnomes raised him as one of their own though it was clear Olean had his own demons that where pushing him on and on and he still would wake up at night in cold sweats with the vision of Wodisc's face still leering at him. Olean learned what he could from the Gnome's though he did not take well to wood crafts, but he seemed to show a great talent for rogish type things. they taught him Elvish, and also Gnomish languages he learned and had a quick mind for. By the time he was 23 he set out for himself from his second home promising to one day return with tales of his adventure's. Olean's mind set is not always for the letter of the law and he trusts more to himself and his law as he refers to it, he will do things because he wants to, not always because he has too. Though he does enjoy the Gnomish love of life,he does not kill unless he has to and he prides himslef on learning a variety of weapons that can capture as well as kill. He always wears the mask never taking it off, except to rub salve on his face or unless he is absolutely sure he is alone. Olean headed in the direction of the nearest city in hopes to adventure and cure the wander lust in his soul. Or other things as time will tell.

