Name: Noctra Luna
Race: Elf
Class: Necromancer
Quasi-Class: Sage
Alignment: Neutral
Sex: Female
Age: 365
Attributes:
Str: 9
Dex: 11
Con: 13 (+1 hp/lv)
Int: 15 (+1 lang/1st lv spell)
Wis: 11
Cha: 9
AB: +1
AC: 11
HP: 9 / 9
DR/Poi: 13
Wands: 14 (+2)
Plys/Ptfy: 13 (+1)
Breath: 15
Spells: 14 (+2)
Languages:
Common, Elven, Infernal
Racial Abilities:
Infravision 60'
Find secret door 1-2 on d6
Notice sec.door 1 on d6
Immune to ghoul plys.
Surprised only on a 1
Bonus to saves
Class Abilities:
- Necromancer weapon list
- Arcane Bolt (1d3, 30' save VS spell for no damage)
- Cast any spell from book
- Detect/Read Magic at will
- Unlimited Cantrips
Sage Knowledge:
- Major 58%
- Specialized 68%
- Minor 38%
- Outside 8%
Major:
Supernatural/Unusual
Spec:
Afterlife/Spirits/Ghost, Necromancy, Dweomercraft
Minor:
Planar Environs, Monstrous Fauna
Equipment:
walking staff +1 (familiar)
- pro from dead/living (1/day)
-
self spells cast at +1 CL
silver dagger
oilskin satchel (13.5/15lb.)
- travel spellbook (16/64 pgs)
- quill/ink/quill knife
- scroll case
- winter blanket
- elven waybread (7 days)
- waterskin
large belt pouch (0.5/5lb.)
- bag of chalk
- bag w/cont. light stone
- bag w/cont. dark stone
- coin purse (22.3 gp)
green dress
low boots
adventurer's cloak
Encumbrance: 18lb.
Spells per Day:
0lv - unlimited
1st - 3 / 3
2nd - 1 / 1
Spellbook:
(* reversible)
0 - Enbalm
0 - Bolster*
0 - Transfigure
0 - Open*
0 - Sneeze
1 - Call Poltergeist
1 - Corpse Servant
1 - Disappear
1 - Familiar
1 - Light*
1 - Protection from Undead*
1 - Stench
2 - Continual Light*
2 - Invisibility
2 - Maggot Spray
2 - Minor Warding
Description:
A lithe, auburn haired beauty with the almond shaped eyes commonly worn by elves.
Background:
Time passes effortlessly, flowing irrevocably towards the inevitable conclusion of all things. None are more oblivious to that fact than the elves. With lives that span millennia, the elves have always enjoyed a blissful ignorance of the miasma of death.
Born Sillanestra Bathorialuna in the great forests of elven ancestry, a young sylvan was touched with the gift of madness. Surely it was madness, for what other reason would cause one of the eternal dawn to pull aside the veil of immortality in order to gaze more deeply into the black light that lit the beyond?
She was gifted in the arcane as well, and took to the eons of study and practice as a fish to water. While the cold hand of fate touched not the face of her brethren the effect of time was plainly visible all around her. Everywhere, the life flowed out of the world. Out of the trees of her immortal homeland, the birds that would sing to her in the morning, and even from the stars themselves... yet none saw. No one allowed for this half of existence and eventually the unspoken truth became deafening to the girl.
The questions she asked brought her only scoffs, her peers finding her a ridiculous sort. Her studies into the matter brought her discredit, as the elves clung so fiercely to their hubris that to merely acknowledge death was considered forbidden. Centuries passed and her darkness only grew. As her study led deeper down the path of eternity her teachers grew ever more impatient with the girl's musings, but it was the unforgivable sin of understanding that would ultimately seal her fate.
It was in the midnight hour that the girl unlocked the words that would lead her to exile. The words that would reach across the infinite void and touch on the mind of the true undying. The lesson was brief but complete. No longer could she dwell among these charlatans, playing at their immortality from on high. The decision to flee came swiftly. She could hear the sounds of her "brethren" moving against her in the night, for the conjuration she had performed was never to be tolerated. She took only her book of knowledge, for it was the only thing of value to her, and fled from the silvery tower of her tutelage into the night. The guard had already been called and they moved quickly against her, yet she could not leave that place without leaving one final impression, her final thesis as it were.
Striding to the great tree that was rooted at the center of her home, she snapped off one of the great boughs that had lorded over the elves for thousands of years. This would be her only reminder of her great eternal homeland for the tree was said to have been there before the elves had been made by the gods. A great joke the elves used to punctuate their own superiority. She thought about this as she set her torch to the ancient thing. She thought about it as she fled. All things must pass beyond... even the stars must die.
Suppliments Used:
Necromancer Class
Magic-User Options
(Arcane Bolt #2, Added Spell Variety, Bonus Spells, Free Casting, Inherent Detect / Read Magic, Unlimited Cantrips)
Libram Magica
(Expanded spell lists)
Familiars
(Item familiar - walking staff)
Quasi-Classes
(Sage)