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Sarrin Sharpgear
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Basic Info
- Name: Sarrin
- Gender: Female
- Played by: RoxIroneye
- Title: Tribune Ironeye
- Race: Charr
- Class: Scout (12)
- Alignment: LN
- Age: 24
- Size: Large
- Body Type: Slender
- Height: 8ft
- Weight: 180 lb
- Complexion: Light
- Hair: Dark Brown (Straight)
- Eyes: Heterochromatic (Sapphire Blue and Sea Green)
- Legion: Iron
- Profession: Assassin / Intel operative.
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DnD Stats
STR 12 INT 16 DEX 20 WIS 12 CON 16 CHA 6 -
Character Sheet
HITPOINTS (Full HP) 92 Speed 50 feet [scout] / 80 feet (on all fours) [charr] Armour Class 19 (10+4[Armor]+5[Dex in Armor (Mithril)] Touch AC 15 Flat Footed 14 Extra Languages (Charr standard) + Common, Low Gothic/Abyssal, High Gothic/Celestial Attacks and Saves
Initiative Modifier +7 (+5 [dexterity] +2 [scout]) Fortitude Save +9 (6 [base] +3 [constitution] +2 [scout]) Reflex Save +13 (8 [base] +5 [dexterity]) Will Save +9 (4 [base] +1 [wisdom] +2 [iron will] +2 [charr]) Attack (handheld) +10/+5 (9 [base] +1 [strength]) Weapon Finesse +14/+9 (9 [base] +5 [dex]) Attack (unarmed) +10/+5 (9 [base] +1 [strength]) Attack (missile) +14/+9 (9 [base] +5 [dex]) Grapple Check +10/+5 (9 [base] +1 [strength]) Dagger [1d6, crit 19-20/x2, range inc 10 ft., 1 lb., light, piercing] +1 [str(mellee)] Short Sword [1d8, crit 19-20/x2, 1 lb, light, piercing] +1 [str(mellee)] Pistol SPECIAL: See Event Tables. Strange Firearm SPECIAL Feats and Features
Combat Expertise Improved Disarm Dodge Mobility Spring Attack Iron Will Quick Draw Weapon Finesse Racial: Charr Charr as starting language Racial: Charr Darkvision 60ft Racial: Charr Scent Racial: Charr +2 Will Saves Racial: Charr +2 on Intimidate Racial: Charr (Trait) Relentless Racial: Charr Weather Resistant (-10ft move in harsh weather) Racial: Charr Count as Large for Space, Reach, Weapon Size, Carrying Capacity Racial: Charr Count as Medium for AC, Attacks, Hide and Grapple (unless Improved Grapple feat) Sub-Race: Iron Legion Feat: Rapid Reload Sub-Race: Iron Legion Knowledge: Engineering & Architecture is class skill +4 Sub-Race: Iron Legion All Craft skills +1 (+4 on Weapons, Armour, Traps, Gadgets and Explosives) Scout Core class from "Complete Adventurer" Level 1 Skirmish (+1d6), trapfinding Level 2 Battle fortitude +1, uncanny dodge Level 3 Fast movement +10 feet, skirmish (1d6, +1 AC) Level 5 Evasion, skirmish (+2d6, +2 AC) Level 6 Flawless stride Level 7 Skirmish (+2d6, +2 AC) Level 8 Camouflage Level 9 Skirmish (+3d6, +2 AC) Level 10 Blindsense 30 feet Level 11 Battle fortitude +2, fast movement +20 feet, skirmish (3d6, +3 AC) -
Skill Checks
Strength Based Checks [+1 str]
Climb* 1 [0 ranks] Jump* 11 [0 ranks][+2 tumble][+8 (speed 50)] Swim** 1 [0 ranks] Dex Based Checks [+5 dex]
Balance* 7 [+2 tumble] Escape Artist* 15 [10 ranks] Hide* 20 [15 ranks] Move Silent* 20 [15 ranks] Open Lock 20 [15 ranks] Ride 5 [0 ranks] Sleight of Hand* 6 [1 rank] Tumble* 20 [15 ranks] Use Rope 5 [0 ranks] Con Based Checks [+3 con]
Concentration 3 [0 ranks] Int Based Checks [+3 int]
Appraise [Untrained] 3 [0 ranks] Craft (Arms & Armour) 8 [1 rank][+4 racial] Craft (Traps & Explosives) 8 [1 rank][+4 racial] Decipher Script 8 [5 ranks] Disable Device 18 [15 ranks] Forgery 8 [5 ranks] Knowledge (Architecture) --See Engineering-- Knowledge (Engineering) 12 [5 ranks][+4 racial] Knowledge (Dungeoneering) 4 [1 rank] Knowledge (Geography) 4 [1 rank] Knowledge (Nature) 4 [1 rank] Search 18 [15 ranks] Wisdom Based Checks [+1 wis]
Heal 1 [0 ranks] Listen 11 [10 ranks] Sense Motive 1 [0 ranks] Spot 11 [10 ranks] Survival 6 [5 ranks] Charisma Based Checks [-2 cha]
Bluff -2 [0 ranks] Diplomacy -2 [0 ranks] Disguise -2 [0 ranks] Gather Information 0 [2 ranks] Intimidate 0 [+2 racial] --- Situational Synergies ---
Escape Artist +2 on use rope checks for bindings. Know Architecture +2 on search checks for secret doors. Search +2 on survival checks while tracking. -
Inventory
Weapons & Armour 3 lb + 12 lb (mithril chainshirt) Caltrops 2 lb Fishing net 5 lb Flint and steel - Ink vial - Ink pen - Mirror 1 lb Pouch x1 1 lb Rations (1 day) x1 1 lb Rope (50', silk) x1 5 lb Waterskins x1 4 lb Whetstone 1 lb Hourglass 1 lb Magnifying glass - Thieves' tools 1 lb Clothing (Noble) 2 lb Banner (Tribune Ironeye) 1 lb Load and Capacity
Total Carried 40 lb Light < 86 lb Medium 88 - 172 lb Heavy 173- 259 lb Lift over head 260 lb Lift off ground 520 lb Push or drag 1300 lb -
Decription
Before the promotion
Possible refs, all inaccurate:
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Sarrin Sharpgear... Slender built, even extremely slender by Charr standards. Her pristine white uniform with blue epaulets marked her above common rabble and dirty work. High up boots concealed a pair of quality damascus steel blades. Her horns were marked with blood red fingerprints. On the back of her four ears small red gears were painted on. She stands straight at just 8ft and smiles as she observes her surroundings with her tail swooshing about happily.
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Biography
Old stuff, probably no longer applicable for parts
Small background
Can be found here. She reports to Kyrrga Gearforge, her warband Legionaire (which means Sarrin is not my main alt, but nonetheless important).
Possible theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0JiqRQ5lv0
Sarrin is a Charr first, an assassin second and a lover of whiskey third. But behind the cold, calculating, precise, dominant soldier there is a source of inquisitiveness, exploration and a desire to gain knowledge. Driven by this desire and with a little help from external sources gained through her superior officer she acquired a method to further her research on humans... Namely by being able to turn into one. Her inquisitive nature doesn't work both ways though. Information goes in, but never leaves. Weapons, fighting techniques, special items, stealth techniques, folks she killed, folks she employs, the reason why she employs them... All in a vault that never opens.
That being said however, like any good soldier, she knows to appreciate her R&R and does so with perhaps even more care and precision than her already deadly precise work. She loves a good drink, a decent bite of meat, a good spar and maybe some toying around if time and situation allow it. In her recent... exploits... she has been observing her surroundings and 'employed' (read collared) a few folks she deemed worthy of keeping around and not 'finishing up business' (read mercilessly murdering them) as to better acclimate to the environment very different from her home. Even during R&R she demands respect from those around (read non-Charr). Those that give respect will find she is quite a pleasure to share a whiskey with, those that do not or even wrong her more may find themselves at the business end of her profession, while those most lucky will receive her seal of approval which has its benefits through efforts.
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Field Logs
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Sarrin at the Green Grotto (outdated version)
Weapons and Tools
(1) A pair of high quality damascus steel daggers, stored in her boots. Made with the finest steel and highest qualitity to Charr standards. Loosing one of these would be a devastating blow to her.
(2) Lockpicking tools, observation tools (i.e. a spyglass and a chronometer).
(3) Stealth kit. Various items to help her in tricking those around in beleiving she was never there. Think mirrors, shimmering dust, small distractions both audio and vision based. Her stealth skills arent the best, but she studied with the best, so given the opportunity she might be quite succesful on removing herself from sight.
(4) A strange firearm. She *acquired* a strange firearm that fires an incendiary payload with a mix of volatile chemicals that turn flesh to ash and weak metals to slag. The only downside is that one brass casing filled with the deadly payload takes a whole month to produce and is quite prone to blow up during production. She keeps this firearm a secret even from her superior officer, so chances are no one will actually come to see her use it unless she is on the verge of dying herself and its a matter of life and death her daggers cant fix.
(5) A ring that changes her from Charr to Human. She went behind Kyrrga's back to get this and keeps it as her most prized secret. Only those close to her that wear a seal of her approval have the privilege to witness the change and know both her forms, to others she appears as two completely different individuals.
A home far from Home
She came across the Green Grotto following reports written by her superior officer, Kyrrga Gearforge. With Kyrrga being a long, but do-able trip through dense forests away this is the perfect location for her to lay low and use as a base of operations. She should work on establishing a good footing with the locals... (to be continued...)
The full logsAt the TongueGuess if Kyrrga wrote down her thoughts, I think I should do so as well.
Where do I start... The Fahrar? Nah... Too way back. Maybe my time with the Night warband... No I promissed never to tell anyone in detail. Snarl's death?... There's actually not much to say about that, besides with the scores settled once and for all I don't think I should dwell on that for too long.
I think, with all the other things being marked as classified I'll start with the obvious.
Brouggh had made it to the edge of the continent and had made it back, sent us all letters and we set out to find Kyrrga.
And did we find her alright...
It was good that she sent us some instructions ahead. I don't think anyone could anticipate what we were about to find there if she hadn't told us. Let alone imagine how it must've been for her.
We gathered up and went to her. I can't remember how we got there back then, but I do know one thing. Kyrrga had been busy. She'd changed. She got softer, but somehow she also seemed a lot stronger.
A few folks really stood out. Of course the gargoyle Kythri and her wife Sally, who would have a significant role in a later decision, the owner Ariante and her wife Tenajeh, Midnight Sweet, Claire and of course that human, Jen.
Sure there were others, but these folks seemed to be like a second family to Kyrrga.
I spent most of my time wandering outside though, trying to explore the who area that seemed to be somehow connected to the Tongue.
I stumbled upon the Green Grotto and managed to map a route through the forests, something that would be important for later.
Then the news hit me. Marriage. A Charr doesn't marry. There's only been a handful of such bindings in the entire history of our species. But mariage to a human? Really? I mean. Kyrrga was happy and that made things easier for me to explore certain intrests and hypothesis... You know... No strict eye of the CO makes an intel op a happy gal.
But really? Back then I could see why Kyrrga chose Midnight as a sparring partner (and later to marry her), Midnight was to be considered charr back then and even more nowadays...
Anyway. There was no way I was going to stop this.
After the ceremony most of us went back home, I chose to stay behind in these strange lands however.
As I said, the gargoyle would play a significant role.
I wished to study humans. I kind of lied to Kyrrga that it was for the sake of the Legions... I just wanted to know what makes humans so special that could make a charr fall in love with them. Were it these lands, was it their biology? You know. That kind of stuff.
So I asked Kythri not only to make me a ring that could turn me into one, but I also asked her to keep it a secret.
The only downside to the ring was that it felt like getting trapped between one of the hydraulic powered anvils back home.
So with the ring in my possession and Kyrrga now not paying attention I made my way to the Grotto, letting only Midnight know where I was going, but even asking her not to tell Kyrrga.
Now that I look back on it... Kyrrga could've pulled the trigger just as easy just for leaving her side, not even considering the fact that I went behind her back and lied to her.
But did I have to flee from it... Well let's call it a tactical displacement in hindsight shall we?
At the GrottoHa! I thought the Tongue was strange.
Where do I start?
A bunny who's nonverbal communication was handled by her ears.
A crimson furred fox that goes between 'mean-fighting-machine' to 'i-want-attention-and-hugs'
A fennec who has an absolute disregard for danger and thinks 8ft tall assassins are pillows.
A stallion, a bat, a hyena... It's... And that was only what I was greeted by in the bar.
Below the bar. That's where it all happened.
That fox I mentioned earlier, is the only one from the bar that I encountered down there. I needed a place to lay low and that... is a very nice place to literally lay low.
Ilic... Poor Ilic. Fancies himself a blacksmith. Oh well, for the tech level of that place it makes sense that he's the go-to-guy...
Anyway. The blacksmith gave me a place to lay low, but advised me to meet with the Lord and Lady of the Grotto.
I got me a reliable source of info and food from mister 'Big Joe' Tusk. Kind fellow, great chef.
Anyway, a meeting would be arranged on the riverfaring ship Ilic had gotten himself.
Only for the meeting to get botched by what I can only call Flame Legion magic gone sentient. Like living and thinking tar elementals. That kind of stuff.
The damn fennec tried to blow himself up to kill the damn thing, had to yank him by the collar off the ship and swim away because we were getting shot at from the opposite riverbank as well. And yes collar... Okay maybe in not so unaffected by this magical realm as I try to convince people...
Its times of change anyway.
So I try to build me a shelter, just a simple shack with a hammock and all of a sudden I find myself poisonned, knocked out and in a fucking holding cell to recuperate.
The Commander of the Grotto Watch, Dawon, came to talk to me in person. He's an okay fellow. Struck a deal with him that I'd get well and maybe learn from one of his and one of his might learn from me.
A little avian was assigned to keep an eye out over me, Amelia.
Of course after a while my fingers started to itch for a fight so I went on an easy spar with her. She had metallic legs, lost her normal once during some atrocity they call the Moat Massacre.
Then Ilic came with the news that there was a letter.
THAT letter. The one from Kyrrga telling me to report to the Tongue ASAP and that she was a Tribune now.
I did give Dawon my word (and a dagger on his table) that I'd return. Maybe I can do double jobs. Work at the Tongue as the distiller and work at the Grotto as some spar instructor, because damn some of those folks look like they'd fall over if a Grawl would Ook at them.
The CrashAt the time of writing it's been... I might have lost track of time in the past month between all the headaches and the blackouts. So let's get the sore spots out in the open first. Kyrrga's dead, but not gone. At the time of writing I am still trying to figure out how I can make my predicament somewhat workable.
So where did I left off.... Oh yeah. I got out of the Grotto to a rendevous point outside of the Tongue.
I wish I had seen it coming... I could've prevented a lot of damage had I been there sooner.
I saw the Adamant making it descent to unload. But something went wrong. I... saw the magic. Something oversparked the engine and something was struggling to reign it in and then something made it all collapse like a house of cards made by a shaky handed Blood Legion veteran with one eye... Bad joke... With one... ugh... I can't fix that now. It's on paper...
Anyway, I saw the ship crash through the canopy. I think I never ran so fast.
I came upon a scene of cubs strewn about the place, Midnight shouting at this unfamiliar male and I saw no sign of Kyrrga. I did not recognize him as one of our number (although my memory does recall something about Haz when I dig down real deep past the more prominent memories like my training with the Night warband) so I jumped him. I found out thanks to Midnight holding me aloft with magic that Haz was indeed one of our number.
Kyrrga soon clambered out of the ship's hold to speak to me. Midnight went along with us. Haz went with Marr. Skane with Grimm and Brouggh stayed with the cubs to fix the Adamant.
I confessed to Kyrrga what I had done after she told me that Midnight is pregnant. I was ready to face death. Midnight tried to interveine, but Kyrrga would not listen to her. It seems that despite their strong bond, somehow her anger for me was an override.
I was suprised when I was handed her pistol, but at the same time frightenned. We heard Haz shouting and Midnight heard the animals talk of something happenning to Marr.
We were too late.
I already thought Gromm's absense was strange, but seeing the walking dead version of him and HIM controlling him... Still makes my furr stand on end.
HIM... He who should be dead. The one that killed Snarl. He named himself Hämnd Flametongue. I later learned that in a certain human tongue that name literally means Vengeance. He seemed powered by magic.
It was a gruelling battle. Whatever we tried, it seemed useless. Midnight was constantly busy with Grimm to keep Skane alive. Haz was fighting close quarters (the idiot) to keep him distracted. I got wounded and he seemed to like my anguish. Never going in for the kill. Only the disabling strike. I lost my eye.
Now you'll wonder... What did Kyrrga do? Kyrrga was charging... Or rather overcharging the Streamer and tossed me her fake eye.
When things were going downhill (me on the ground, Haz bound in a molten chain of gold, Skane and Grimm dodging pools of lava, Midnight taking potshots while Kyrrga was taking the brunt of the damage with her armour), Kyrrga finally charged and fired the Streamer. She found a similar death like Snarl. Needless to say both Midnight and I were moraly broken. But something happened when Grimm and Haz took it out on the magical obsidian that seemed to contain the Titan that was fuelling Haz. Midnight cried, but something from within her (later revealed to be her cub) let out a wail that shattered the Titan into nonexistance.
After the battle I did something I regretted the next day and am still struggling to come to terms with. I put Kyrrga's fake eye (which is a little larger than my own, so it hurt putting it in) into my empty eyesocket. It was magically infused and I gained sight with it. Though at a price. It became clear after a few days of blackouts and sudden acts of violence that Kyrrga lives on in that eye.
To make matters worse, when we came to the Tongue, we did not get the welcome we expected.
I'm not just talking about how people all had their own way of dealing with Kyrrga's passing, I'm talking about the news we got.
Ariante and Kyrrga are preparing the defences of the Tongue for one final stand. Something inevitable is apparently going to hit it and they told me I have no place in that fight. ON one hand I can accept, though at the other I feel I owe Kyrrga two things: 1) To keep Midnight safe (hence why I decreed myself as her sparring partner and decrees Haz to partner up with Brouggh, but stay with us while Brouggh went back to the Citadel) 2) To keep her family at the Tongue safe.
Kythri did tell me and Midnight a fairly great deal about the cub. It seemed to be magically more potent than Midnight, but despite the battle with the Titan, it seemed to be healthy. In all honesty... If Midnight'd ask me to help take care of the kid (regardless of if I manage to cope with Kyrrga sharing my body or Kyrrga completely vanishing (which is an option that Claire mentioned briefly, more on her later)) I probably wouldn't refuse. I'll be her sparring partner, her Tribune and if needed a mentor for the kid... You know... A parent... Fine I admit, I might've been changed by this place too. But what would you expect? I have to adapt to stay somewhat sane... I guess...
Oh yeah. Claire. Apparently she didn't handle the news of Kyrrga's passing well. She did leave us with some advice on dealing with Kyrrga and also an explanation what could happen if I don't get this managed soon. And I can't let that happen. First of all because I'm not one for ghost stories and I'd prefer to keep my exposure to any ghoststory proven right to a minimum thank you. And secondly it's the least I can do to try and fill the void, or at least live up to Kyrrga's standards in the matters of family.
I didn't realize the stubborn girl make such an impact on people here. And now I have to fill the void, and I already feel like I'm failing.
The taste of failure is a bitter one. One that is unfamiliar to me.
There's one main task now. Keep everyone safe that I can. Which itself had Midnight as the primary protection target. And to keep her safe, I must find a way not to have blackouts anymore and not to risk Kyrrga turning bad on us. The only way to do that is SOMEHOW find a way to find SOMETHING that allows me to communicate with her and share our body in harmony. That's the theory... Yup. That's magic for ya. But there's no way to escape it now. I will not fail at this too. After so many years of not having a partner to keep promisses to, I must at least make this right.If not for myself, if not for Kyrrga, if not for Midnight, if not for Haz, Brouggh, Grimm or Skane, if not for Kyrrga's family at the Tongue, then for Snarl. I failed the first actual time that I needed to protect him and did so with fatal consequences. I can make it up to him to get it right this time.
And so I'm here. It's been.... I think six... Maybe eight weeks since I'm back at the Tongue. I've spent three weeks in this damn forge room already and so far I haven't felt a blackout, but neither have I felt that Kyrrga is helping me reform my daggers into a short sword...
Back to work now. I can hear the steel bubbling again.
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Event Tables.
The eye acts up.
Condition Extreme situations will cause adrenaline to surge. The magic in the sea green eye reacts to this. Exceptions Certain strings of events can have no other possible outcome, so disregard any rolls. Dice type 1d10 Main save Will Dice result Effect - Sub-Effect 10 Kyrrga takes over! No save may be rolled. Kyrrga will take control over Sarrin's body instantly. - Feel no pain (1d4 chance to completely negate damage (except critical effects). - Kyrrga will subside after 24 hours. - Benefit from the 8 result as if having rolled it first. Dodge roll goes before FNP. 9 Struggle for control! Kyrrga will take over in 1d2 rounds. Nat. 20 (will save) negates - Feel no pain (1d8 chance). - Subsides after encounter or Will DC20 - If prematurely ended or prevented, a new adrenaline roll result of 8-10 will have the effect of 10. 8 Iron Resolve! If this is the first result, negate any other adrenaline rolls for this encounter. - Hightenned senses. Sarrin is so in controll that all attacks, saves and checks get a +4 bonus. - Hightenned senses (2). 1d12 chance to completely ignore/dodge an attack as if predicted. 7 I'm fine! Nothing happens. 6 Shake it off! Nothing happens. 5 Bitter Determination! Ignore any further adrenaline roll with the exception of 10. - If the encounter goes sour, Sarrin will not retreat willingly unless in mortal danger. 4 Involuntary Invisibility! (Magical) Sarrin and her gear become perfectly invisible. - Sarrin finds this hard to deal with and must make Will DC30 to interact with allies. 3 Accute Silence & Scentlessness. As 4, but now also undetectable by ears or nose. - This is even harder to cope with. DC 40 for allies and DC 30 to enemies. 2 As 3, but worse. Sarrin can no longer be detected/interacted with by the material world. Only magic. 1 POOF! As 2, but worse. Sarrin completely disappears and is undetectable/untouchable even to magic. - Sarrin will return to a safe point after 1d12 hours and will be shaken for double that time.
