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As I enter the room, I check for the quality items.
(appraise roll 15+4=19)
I take stock of where my knife is. Then state, “You want us to go look a farm, that might have “dogmen”, in rags and knife?”
I pick up the candles and place them in my pouch. In a whispered tone ” Thanks, as a god Im sure you wont be needing these” I decide to take a few minutes, as I feel safer than I have in a while, and inspect the rest of the room, opening each door, and looking.
I inspect the alter.
Not knowing that lies beyond, but sure that death lies behind me. I grab my boot knife and make for the door like portal.
AC 14 (dex modifer)
Spell Resistance 13 (11 +Character level)
Wil 3 (5 vs enchantment charm spells and effects)
Toughness +3 to HP
Dodge +1 to AC
Point Blank Shot.
Ranked Skill (including stat modifiers)
knowledge the plane 4
Listen 5 ( racial modifier of +2)
search 7 (racial modifier of +2)
spot 7 (racial modifier of +2)
Languages Drow, Undercommon, Common, Elvin, Goblin.
Immunity to magical sleep effects
+2 vs enchantment charm spells
120 Dark Vision
Dancing lights 1 Per day (racial benefit)
Faerie Fire 1 Per day ” ”
Darkness 1 Per day ” ”
Szorzaer De’Arth, male Drow fighter.
The permanent faerie fire that outlines the houses of Menzoberranzan started to come into view, I longed to see home, to once again sit with my House, rest upon my bed, eat with my brothers. I was the second son of a noble house, a truly glorious life I was graced with from out Spider mother. As I came to the exit of this rarely used tunnel that overlooked the Great City, I stopped short as I looked down, expecting to the bustle of normal life but I was stunned to see the banners of House Baenre flying high over what was my home. I stood in absolute shock as I watched my Mother’s body, as well as my sister’s and brother’s, hanging from our grand archway. I knew at that very moment I would never see Menzobrranzan again, leave behind that nobilest of names. I would never again sit among the anchient artifacts of my ancestors.
I would have to flee and run far from this place, for if I was found to be alive surely House Baenre would have me executed. I would leave behind my life and begin anew.
I heard footsteps walking up from behind, I turned preparing for battle, my heat skipped a beat when I meet the gaze of Jarlaxel, the leader of Bregan D’aerthe, “They are all dead now, your family that is. I can personally tell you that your brother fought bravely, but alas I had to kill him, its what I was paid to do. I was told to kill anyone in the house” He could tell that I was prepared to die right there, but he continued talking “See my young friend, you are not in the house. So I have no need to kill you, but House Baenre, they would love to see you hanging next to your mother. I have no need to loose another good fighter, your mother would not have sent you off to negotiate for that rod if you where not the best of your brothers. So here is my offer to you; you hand over the rod, that cloak, those wonderful boots and that ring, join up Bregan D’aerthe, and Ill let you live” The offer was better than I expected. I quickly removed those magical items and began my new life, he sent me away from the Great City and said he would summon me when it was safe for me to return.
Still I wait.