CURRENT
Wounds: 7; Injuries: None
Money: 24 GCs
Experience Earned: July - 130;Age 22; Height 5'2"
Spent - 100 on W increase;
Current Total: 30
M WS BS S T W I A Dex Ld Int Cl WP FelMagic Points: 6
4 35 32 2 3 5 40 1 32 35 30 33 30 33 Starter
+2**+10* +10* +10* +10* Advance
4 35 32 2 3 7 50 1 32 35 30 43 40 33 Current
Skills: Cure Disease; Lightning Reflexes; Read/Write; Scroll Lore; Secret Language - Classical; Silent Move Urban; Sixth Sense; Specialist Weapon - Quarterstaff; Surgery; Theology
Possessions: Clerical Robes; Silver Dove pendant on necklace; Quarterstaff (Damage -1, Parry +20); Purse with 24GCs; Lightweight clothes with belt and shoes; Pouch full of assorted Surgical Knives
Background: The spoiled daughter of a wealthy Altdorfer merchant, you were always well known for your violent tantrums and "medical expiriments" on small animals. After playing doctor with one of your father's favorite hounds (the amputation you performed was successful), he was finally able to say no to you. He packed you off to Couronne to learn discipline in the Shallyan nunnery. Though the nuns tried their best, your temper and bizarre curiosity still remain; in fact, you have only become better at hiding your indiscretions. You adopted a detached scientific view of the world, causing your religious strictures to have little weight with you.
The manner in which you so loosely define "intelligent being," "Human," "self-defense," and "supplicant," showed when you presented yourself for acceptance as a Cleric. You were sent to a nearby village to treat a large number of diseased. When you and the handful of Temple bodyguards arrived, you come upon a small number of Plague Bearers who were ripping apart their fellow villagers with gusto. You were sickened. Not by the bloodshed, but at the disrespectful manner in which the Bearers performed their butchery. As the bodyguards fought for their lives, you fell upon the largest Plague Bearer and showed it with sugical precision how to approach the Art.
At that moment, Shallya raised you to a Cleric and bestowed upon you full knowlede of Surgery, promising more knowledge in the future. Upon returning to the Temple, the sisters immediately sent you back to Altdorf, fear in their eyes as they realized what you had become: a Butcher for Shallya.
You have just recently arrived in Altdorf armed with knowledge and a quest. The cancer of Nurgle seethes below the surface of the Empire. If the patient is to be saved, the cancer must be cut out quickly and ruthlessly.
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Return to the reception area of the Roleplay Office. Go back to the Insider's Edition. Go back to the Trail Between Two Cities introductory page. Look at the Character Sheets for: Brandywine Stout Duron Hartmann Indigo Gladerunner Johann Schmidt Kardak Cragreacher Uthar Nikse
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