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Base |
Rank |
Cha |
Misc |
Total |
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STR |
7 |
+3 |
+2 Syn, +2 Racial |
+14 |
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DEX |
6 |
+5 |
+2 Syn |
+13 |
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DEX |
6 |
+5 |
+2 Syn, +2 Racial |
+13 |
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STR |
8 |
+3 |
+2 Racial |
+13 |
|
DEX |
8 |
+5 |
|
+13 |
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STR |
7 |
+3 |
|
+10 |
|
DEX |
1 |
+5 |
+4 Racial |
+6 |
|
DEX |
3 |
+5 |
+2 Racial |
+10 |
|
DEX |
5 |
+5 |
|
+10 |
|
DEX |
5 |
+5 |
|
+10 |
|
DEX |
3 |
+5 |
|
+8 |
|
DEX |
2 |
+5 |
|
+7 |
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INT |
4 |
+2 |
|
+6 |
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WIS |
5 |
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|
+5 |
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WIS |
3 |
|
|
+3 |
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WIS |
4 |
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+4 |
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INT |
1 |
+2 |
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+3 |
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INT |
1 |
+2 |
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+3 |
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INT |
1 |
+2 |
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+3 |
STR: 16
+3
INT: 14
+2
WIS: 10
0
DEX: 20
+3
CON: 16
+3
CHA: 10
+1
HP:45
Base Attack Bonus +4
Saves: Fortitude +6, Reflexes +11, Will +2
Base AC: 16
Scarab of Protection
Spiked Chain
A slim Tobon of 25, Dacien stands 2' 10" tall, weighs about 40 pounds, has long, brown hair that he braids down the center of his back and light brown eyes.
Dacien is the youngest son of a family with 6 children. His parents were Dorje rovers who traveled the length of the Coastal Way, trading and entertaining to earn their living. Dacien was destined for a life of constant motion until the day the caravan entered into Mazirin. Entering through the Mentine Gate, Dacien had a panoramic view of the busy harbor from the seat of the buckboard he drove. It was a scene he had viewed a dozen times before with a singular exception: a three-masted barque under full sail entering the port. While the sun glinted off the water and the call of a gull echoed across the bay, Dacien knew he would never leave Mazirin again unless it was on that ship.
After the caravan had settled in for the night, Dacien slipped away and found his way to where the ship was docked. Easily climbing up a mooring line, he slipped below decks and hid away among the crates of cargo in the hold. Awakening the next morning to the shouts of sailors, he felt the deck moving beneath him and he knew that the ship was underway. He thought that he should wait a while longer before coming out of hiding; the Captain would be less likely to turn the ship around if he was further from port. Watching the shadows change through the day, he drifted in and out of sleep while he listened to the waves slapping the hull and smelled the salt air. As the light faded, Dacien decided that it was time, stood up and climbed the ladder up from the hold.
The first sailor that spotted him yelled, "Stowaway", and pounced on him like a ships cat on a wharf rat. Dragging him before the man at the wheel, the sailor announced, "We caught us a stowaway, Mister Graves, sir. What you want we should do with 'im?" Without a glance, the man made a slight course correction, "Toss the rat into the sea." The sailor chuckled an evil laugh and nodded, "Aye-aye, sir." Carrying Dacien by his collar, kicking and fighting every step, the man headed for the ships side. Halfway across the deck, a shout rang out from the masthead, "Pirates! Closing fast on the port quarter!" As all hands turned to look, including Dacien's escort, Dacien lashed both feet into the mans' groin. As the man dropped him, Dacien kicked him once in the head before running back to his hiding place among the cargo. He listened to the sounds of the ship readying itself for combat and the shouts of the approaching pirate ship. The crash of hull against hull and the screams of fighting men announced the arrival of the pirates. Slowly the noises ended and there were sounds of splashes.
Dacien crouched in the dark corner of the hold and waited for the pirates to find him and kill him. "Well, now, what have we here?" Dacien looked up into the one eye of a Vulkah holding a torch and sporting a wicked looking spiked mace where his other hand should have been. "I'm just a stowaway, sir, please don't kill me!" Laughing every step of the way, the pirate dragged Dacien up onto the deck. "Captain Tyree, sir, I found me a stowaway amongst the cargo. Can I keep him, sir?" A short, barrel-chested man turned and looked Dacien up and down before announcing, "Mister Vendig, I have a rule against pets aboard my ship. If he stays, he works; you should know that by now." The aged Vulkah looked down into Dacien's eyes with a smile, "Well, lad, what'll it be? Stay and work or go back to dry land with what's left of the crew of this scow?" Dacien nodded quickly, "I'll stay, sir."
Dacien has been aboard a few months longer than Baj, but has never risen above the post of deckhand. Though more knowledgeable than many holding positions above him, he cannot stay out of trouble long enough to be promoted. He has a deep dislike of shirkers and lay-abouts and is less than discreet about making this dislike known. Less bloodthirsty than some of his shipmates, Dacien is always among the first to give quarter to the crew of a target.