Other Gear Haramaki, Cold Iron Dagger, Sling, Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Belt pouch (empty), Chalk (2), Earplugs, Grappling bolt, Halfling trail rations, Hip flask, Piton (2), Signal whistle, Silk rope, Spell component pouch, String or twine, Tindertwig (2), Wandermeal (7), 72 GP, 9 SP, 3 CP
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Arcane Familiar
Arctic Hare
N Tiny Magical Beast ((animal))
Init 3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +1
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 15, flat-footed 13 (3 Dex, 2 size, +1 natural)
hp 3 (1d8-1)
Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +3
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Offense
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Speed 50 ft.
Melee Bite (Arctic Hare) 2 (1d3-4/x2) and
Unarmed strike -2 (1-4/x2)
Space 2.5 ft.; Reach 0 ft.
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Statistics
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Str 3, Dex 16, Con 9, Int 6, Wis 12, Cha 5
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 7 (11 vs. Trip)
Feats Run
Skills Acrobatics +3 (7 to jump with a running start, 11 jump), Appraise -1, Climb +3, Fly +7, Sense Motive +2, Spellcraft -1, Stealth +15 (19 in snow), Swim +3, Use Magic Device 2 Modifiers +4 stealth in snow
Languages
SQ improved evasion
Other Gear You have no money!
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Special Abilities
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+4 Stealth in snow (Ex) You gain a bonus to Stealth Checks under the listed conditions.
Improved Evasion (Ex) No damage on successful reflex save; half on failed save.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Run Run 5x your speed in light/medium armor or 4x speed in heavy armor and keep Dex when running.
I am Nimue, son of Iz`Marz, named from after the great warrior who freed the ancient wizard from his tomb. My father and his father and his father’s father have always had a hand in White Throne rule. Ruling the region from time to time for all to see but mostly from the shadows were no one knew.
My hometown of Irrisen may have been small but it brought forth great men like us and my Great Grand Uncle Robert of Jadwiga. He was one of the cruelest men I have ever known and yet not him but something in him. My father said it was the Blood of Baba Yaga the ran through his cold heart until the day that devil took him as a weird mist. I was drawn to his great power. The last thing I remember was him disappearing as he tried sacrificing a halfling who screamed something about Milcor. This power was the reason I studied the craft and why I joined Baba Yaga’s army.
It was over a year ago and I was in the army when I met him! That vigilante witch hunter; just the look in his eyes made me turn and flee. I don’t know what became of my company or the man that fought them, all I can remember are there screams in the distance. Now I am looking for a way out of this place and the memory of that horror. Heldren is just my jump off point to the rest of the world.
