Malecorr

tiefling, beginner, psychic, psion, demon

Description:

Malecorr, level 1 Tiefling, Psion Build: Telepathic Psion Discipline Focus: Telepathy Focus Background: On the Run from the Devil (On the Run from the Devil Benefit)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 13, Dex 10, Int 18, Wis 13, Cha 17.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 8, Con 13, Dex 10, Int 16, Wis 13, Cha 15.

AC: 14 Fort: 11 Reflex: 14 Will: 15 HP: 25 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 6

TRAINED SKILLS Bluff +11, Diplomacy +8, Intimidate +8, History +9

UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics, Arcana +4, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +1, Heal +1, Insight +1, Nature +1, Perception +2, Religion +4, Stealth +2, Streetwise +3, Thievery, Athletics -1

FEATS Psion: Ritual Caster Level 1: Imperious Majesty

POWERS Psion at-will 1: Mind Thrust Psion at-will 1: Kinetic Trawl Psion daily 1: Ravening Thought

ITEMS Mindwarp staff, Ritual Book, Adventurer’s Kit, Disguise Kit, Tent, Sickle, Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing) RITUALS Tenser’s Floating Disk, Silence, Sending

Bio:

_Excepts from Malecorr’s Journal. Found in the Dragon Soot Tavern in Little Tiefdom. 986 AS

They’ve been stalking me. I can feel it. The whispers of the Raven Queen ride on the wisps of wind that stir the dust in the streets. Every alleyway I step down could be my last. Her agents are everywhere.

Why did I listen to Torment and join Torog’s cult? What could I have to do with a god who loves torture? Oh right. The power. The ritual. Except I haven’t even seen a soddy power yet. All I do is clean-up after those damn sessions the Archpriest leads. They were supposed to make me able to protect myself. Now all I have is a mop and bucket.

I’m an intellectual dammit! I graduated top of my class! Instead of respect, I get a nothing. But power can be a dangerous thing.

My head’s starting to ache. Probably from picking the last bits off the walls today. Going to go lay down…

...

I’m glowing. I know I shouldn’t have lashed out at the Archpriest. These rings around my head just circle my brow. A dark purple band that pulses when I think of my lost beloved. Anvil…why did you have to leave me for that brescht!

Apparently, anger makes it seer a bright red. I’ll talk to Torment about this after breakfast. Maybe he knows something…

...

Oh Gods! I have to leave right this minute. Anvil, I’ll be back you. I just heard Torment talking about finally ending my flame. As soon as I could, I ran back here. Though come to think of it…why weren’t his lips moving…

Anyways. I’m grabbing my stuff and leaving. I don’t care if they all come after me. The open road is better than staying here.

Malecorr

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