NAME:
Corbain
CLASS/GENDER: Elf Male
LEVEL: 1
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
AGE: looks 18 (but really much, much older)
XP: 0
STR 9 (Open doors 2-in-6)
INT 13 (Literate, +1 Language)
WIS 10
DEX 9
CON 12
CHA 12 (4 Retainers, Loyalty 7)
HP: 6
AC: 7 (Leather armor)
THAC0: 19 (missile +1s/+0m/-1l)
Arcane Spells Memorized: Sleep
SAVING THROW: Death: 12, Wands: 13, Poison: 13, Breath: 15, Spells: 15
Languages: Neutral, Common, Elvish, Gnoll, Hobgoblin, Orcish, Pixie
ABILITIES:
- Arcane Magic: Spell casting via spell books
- Use magic scrolls and items usable by arcane casters
- Use all types of weapons and armor, and spellcast in armor
- Actively detect hidden and secret doors with a 2-in-6 chance
- Unaffected by ghoul paralysis
- 60' infravision
- Hear noise with a 2-in-6 chance
- Magical research to add spells to spell book
- At 9th level, create magic items
EQUIPMENT:
- Backpack: Standard rations (7 days), waterskin, torches (x6), large sack, belt pouch with 25 sling stones, Spellbook
- Sword (left hip)
- Belt pouch (right hip): Tinderbox, 25 sling stones
- Sling (right hip)
- Belt pouch (inside jerkin): 17 gold pieces, 10 silver pieces
- Dagger (inside jerkin)
ARMOR: Leather
WEAPONS:
- Sword (d8, melee)
- Dagger (d4, melee, missile 10'/20'/30')
- Sling & 50 stones (d4, blunt, missile 40'/80'/160')
WEALTH: 17 gp, 10 sp
SPELLBOOK - 1: Sleep
BACKGROUND:
“Let’s visit the humans!” my mates said.
“It’ll be fun!” they said.
“We can find gold and gems and magic!” they said.
And it’s been just ducky since then.
First, we got mugged by some bandits. We only got away because they didn’t expect us to have magic. Idiots.
Then, we got lynched by a bunch of religious zealots who said we were witches. Like any decent elf would ever worship a demon. Crazy bigots tried to burn me at the stake!
After all that, my mates all get hired away by some whackadoodle wizard who needed a band of loyal meat-puppets to provide muscle support. But not me. Oh no, I was too dainty for his highness. So, those bloody wankers dumped me!
Now here I am, by myself, with dwindling coins, little equipment, and no mates for backup.
What’s an elf to do in such dire straits? Grab my sword, my sling, and my spellbook, and find some trouble. Preferably profitable trouble.
And maybe some more reliable mates.