Sacrificed herself to bring back Ilona. not a single trace of gratitude....
| Isabella Whitemane
Cleric of Pharasma
|>. Level 9
|Abilities: Str 10, Dex 12, Con 15, Int 14, Wis 26, Cha 20|
|Initiative: +1||Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares)|
|Hit Dice: 9d8+27 (81 hp)|
|AC/tch/ff: 14/11/13 (+1 Dex, +3 Armor)|
|Saves: Fort +9, Ref +5, Will +16|
|BAB: +6||Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.|
|Attack: dagger +13 (1d4 19-20/x2)
|Full Attack: dagger +13 (1d4 19-20/x2)|
|Special Attacks: –|
|Special Qualities: orisons, channel negative energy, domains (death, healing), bleeding touch 8/day (2d6), rebuke death 8/day (1d4+1), healer’s blessing ,extra channeling, Summon undead (shadow) 8/day, aura of favour, eyes of the divine, the first change|
|Skills: Diplomacy +10, Heal +20, Knowledge the planes +7, Knowledge history +7, Knowledge religion +14, Perception +15, Profession sailor +20, Spellcraft +15, Swim +12|
|Feats: Water Rat, Augment summoning, Spell focus conjuration, intuitive attack, combat casting, undead leadership, heavy armor proficiency|
|Traits: Water rat|
|Languages: Common, aquan, abyssal|
|Spells per day: 4/6+1/5+1/5+1/3+1/2+1/0/0/0/0|
Ship’s log, Captain Talbor
We encountered a derelict tradeschip today, and when we boarded it were taken by surprise. The entire ship was abandonned, and filled with phantoms and shades, probably of the crew. Something terrible must have happened for them to linger as such. But even more surprising was a when we entered the captain’s quarters. There, in the middle of the room, sat a little girl, playing with her doll, surrounded by the ghosts. They didn’t seem to bother her at all.
We took her aboard our ship and made for the harbor, torching the tradeship behind us, at least that way the sailors might have some rest in the afterlife.
Exerpt from a Letter from Sister Astrid
A few days ago the captain of one of the tradeships came to our temple with a little girl he had picked up of some ghostship, and asked us if we could take care of her. The little girl’s name is Isabella, we’ve learned that much, and from what i’ve heard of her tale, she should be in terrible shock, but nothing in her demeanor shows anything of that sort. She’s calm, playful and kind, and she enjoys playing with the local children, especially with Lavinia and her brother. The only weird thing about her is that cold look in her eyes and the streak of black in her otherwise white hair.
We’ve been looking for any relatives but have had no luck so far, and this is why i’m sending this letter to you. The ship she was on sailed from your city so you might have more luck to find some link to her past.
Exerpt from diary
Isabella has grown to be a wonderful priestess, though she has her odd tendencies. She spends less time int he temple then i’d like, and more walking around in the harbor district, talking to sailors. She sometimes even boardsone of the ships and sails of for a few days, but always when she returns her presence has made some significant difference. Something always happens on those trips and most of the sailors say that things could have gotten very bad if it hadn’t been for Isabella being there. Isabella Whitemane they call her, talking about her as if she were almost a saint, a protector of the fleet. As long as she is doing good I guess I shouldn’t worry too much.
Lavinia has come back to the city a few months ago, and the two have them have talked again aswel, though it has been long since they saw eachother last, seperated since the moment Lavinia was sent away.
“the dream is always the same….I wander across the deck of the schip, boards creaking as the schip rolls on the waves, but everything else is silence…The shades are everywhere, the remains of the crew…wandering…lost…but they do not harm me, they make way as I pass…I can hear them whispering as I draw closer, but never loud enough to understand…They are afraid…but not of me…no…I should thank them…I know I should thank them, for keeping me safe, comforting me….keeping me sane in my hour of greatest need…I will not forget you my friends”*