-Bizenghast... minus the tatoo on the forehead.
Name: Bizenghast (Biz-en-gast) (retired, temporarily we hope), played by connivingsumo
Class: Magic User
Alignment: Whatever is convenient
Level: Three
Experience: 6,283 (+10%exp bonus)
Exp.Next Lvl: 10,001
HP:
9/13AC: 7 (9 without -2AC Dex bonus)
Str: 7 -1ToHit/Dmg.
Dex: 16 -2AC, +2ToHit Missile
Con: 13 +1hp/lvl
Int: 17 +2 Languages
Wis: 9 -
Cha: 14 -1 Reaction, 5 Retainers, and 8 Retainer Morale
SAVING THROWS:
Breath Attacks: 16
Poison/Death: 13
Petrify/Paralyze: 13
Wands: 13
Spells/Devices: 14
Languages: Thyatian, Traladaran, Troll, and Lizardman.
SPELL BOOK:IN RING (Holds 6): Shield (lvl1), Mirror Image (lvl2), Water Breathing (lvl3) ~ spells deleted as used
MEMORIZED:
(lvl.1) Sleep
(lvl.1) Charm Person
(lvl.2) Mirror Image
LEVEL ONE: (6)
~ Read Magic
~ Detect Magic
~ Ventriloquism
~ Charm Person
~ Read Languages
~ Sleep
LEVEL TWO: (3)
~ Levitate
~ Continual Light
~ Mirror Image
LEVEL THREE: (1)
~ Lightning Bolt
coins/gems/magic items:
Ring of Spell Storing
Potion of Healing x1
Worn/Carried:
Robes (lots of layers of)
Cloak
Shirt
Pants
Belt
Flint & Steel
Small Metal Mirror
Silver Dagger (d4 Dmg.)
High Soft Leather Boots
Dagger (d4 Dmg.)
Darts x6 (tucked in pocket inside Cloak) (d4 Dmg.)
Lantern
Back Pack:
Bedroll & Winter Blanket
Quill Pen & Ink (1oz.)
Scroll Cases x2
Parchment x2
Spell Book
Oil Flask x3
Water Skin
Preserved Rations x4 Days
Encumbrance:
w/o pack:
Movement:
w/o pack:
BIO:
Ever since I can remember, I've kept a diary, but I never read it and never intended to. I write my thoughts and feelings into the air, or in the dirt. Shallow scrawling barely discernible, but usually not legible at all. Sometimes, I just write madness... words with no meaning.
Eventually, as I grew older and into my teen years, my Father saw promise in me because I was smart. He is just a simple farmer, but his brother has an arcane talent. My Uncle started to teach me more things... things arcane, things secret. He taught me how to influence people, charm them, and whisper to them at long distances. He taught me to be aromatic in my speech and to tickle the ear of the listener with a silver tongue. Glantrian by birth, I never pay much attention to cultural prejudice... that is for the weak mind. Even without arcane charming, I make friends of all backgrounds, social class, race, etc. I've even had a few Dwarven friends, though they would deny it.
My Father and my Mother encouraged me to leave home and see the world, and learn and grow more because Uncle didn't have anything else to teach me. So... I wander; a thin, small, deeply hooded figure gently gliding where I walk.
DM note: Biz left the party in the eastern moors on Tserdain, Thaumont 13th, 1000 AC to escort some refugees from Segenyev back to Sukiskyn.
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.