Alexander Surabar: male human Human Paragon 3/Warlock 3/Ruathar 1; HD 3D8+4d6+14; hp 62; Init +3; Spd 40’; AC 19 (+2 Dex, +6 armor, +1 natural, +1 deflection, -1 flaw), touch 13, flat-footed 16; BAB/Grap: +4/+2; Attack +8 ranged touch (3d6, Eldritch Blast), or +1 melee (1d4-1/19-20×2, dagger); SA – Eldritch blast, eldritch spear, invocations; SQ – Darkvision (SA), human traits, see invisibility (SA); Saves: Fort +7, Ref +8, Will +10; Str 9, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 18; Languages: Common, Abyssal, Infernal, Elven, Undercommon.

Skills:

Feats:

Traits: Quick, Scion of Surabar

Flaws: Noncombatant, Vulnerable

Invocations: Eldritch Spear (least), See the Unseen (least), Entropic Warding (least), Fell Flight (lesser)

Gear:

Heward’s Handy Haversack

• Rope, Silk (50 ft.) {x2}
• Everburning Torch
• Sack {x5}
• Torch {x4}
• Bedroll
• Winter Blanket
• Shovel {x2}
• Watersking {x6}
• Scroll Case {x2}
  • Paper {x20}
  • Empty
• Soap, bar {x2}
• Flint/Steel
• Flask
• Small Steel Mirror
• Cold Weather Outfit
• Set of Clothes {x4}

Pouch (Belt)

• Chalk {x10}
• Pen {x2}
• Ink, Black
• Ink, Blue
• Ink, Red
• Signet Ring
• Signal Whistle

Helm of Comprehend Languages and Read Magic

Amulet of Natural Armor (+1)

Cloak of Resistance (+2)

Custom Flaggon

Light Warhorse (Andy)

• Military Saddle
• Saddle Bag

==================Bounty Notice=======================

======Writ of Bounty concerning the outlaw “Ander” (CE 510)========

Terms of Bounty

• Bounty – (50 GP)
• Terms – (Capture and return)
• Threat Assessment -(Pair of hunters / Good chances)

Subject

• Name—(“Ander”) (Suspected to be an alias)
• Race—(Human)
• Gender—(Male)
• Birthdate—(?? / ?? / CE 56?)
• Hometown—(Unknown)

Vitals

• Frame—(Biped, Weak but agile)
• Personality—(Arrogant, hot tempered, abrasive, quick witted)
• Limbs—(Four)
• Height—(6’4”)
• Weight—(175 lbs.)
• Skin—(Pale)
• Hair—(Blonde)
• Eyes—(Blue)

Social

• Associates—(Kip the Swift {thief of no notable deeds}, Thenious Tillweed {halfling filch / fence}, Dargon {dwarven thug, hot-headed, resilient, questionable sanity})
• AKAs—(Ghost Child {derogatory term used for those who claim royal lineage but are suspected to be liars})
• Companions (Unknown)
• Friends—(Unknown)
• Groups—(Unknown)
• Parents—(Unknown)
• Allegiances—(Unknown)

Workup

• Weapons—(Unearthly magics)
• Defenses—(Mobility)
• Tricks—(creation of unnatural darkness)
• Reaction—(Flight {has shown extreme willingness to evade physical confrontations})

History

• CE 582: Attacked caravan heading to the Lucky Monkey
• CE 584: Observed in the company of Thenious Tillweed just prior to major jewelry theft
• CE 584: Evaded capture by highway patrol using magical darkness
• CE 585: Subject of 5 GP bounty
• CE 585: Killed Thain the Trickster, bounty hunter
• CE 585: Subject of 15 GP bounty
• CE 587: Killed Serath Embermage, bounty hunter
• CE 587: Subject of 25 GP bounty
• CE 587: Known to be involved in razing of royal homes
• CE 587: Suspected to be responsible for assassination of Aleric Emon III
• CE 587: Subject of 40 GP bounty
• CE 587: Killed Albert Heideron, bounty hunter
• CE 587: Subject of 50GP bounty
• CE 588: Captured following highway robbery attempt (fled during transport)

====================End Bounty Note======================

{Bounty Note found upon the corpse of another slain hunter}

=====================Start Journal=======================

=>CE 588<================================================

This “Note”, found on the corpse of my SEVENTH pitiful victim, affirms my suspicions. The information available to my enemies, to bounty hunters, has become too great. I must retire, and quickly, before my worth exceeds my abilities.

It has been so very long since the beloved city of my birth was graced by these feet. Perhaps it is there that I should travel. If nothing else, curiosity now has the better of me and simply I must see Cauldron.

==============>CE 589<===================================

It has been so very long since my last attempts to catalog these adventures. Many, many, deeds have come to pass, and more of them good than I would have expected. It all started about a year ago…

It’s shortly after the death of Seimon Nimblefingers (the bounty hunter from whom I obtained my own bounty notice) and I’m traveling south; mostly to avoid the east/west bound patrols. Less than a week has passed, and I am still concerned that my tracks are not being covered well enough. Fortunately, I think at the time, rain begins to fall and the cold northern winds bellow through the forest canopy. Surely this will slow the advance of any who pursue me.

It was not until the next day that my fortune was revealed.

The storm had forced me to seek refuge under a small rocky outcropping at the edge of a large grove. It functioned well as a shelter, too well in fact. As the night began to fade, and the dim light of dawn broke through the apex of the wooded ceiling, I saw their camp. Six large brutes, wearily sitting amongst the oaks, were speaking a mystifying ‘language’ of grunts and inflections. Each was wringing the rain from a grotesque collection of molded garments and foul smelling gear while apparently arguing over a collection ill-gotten loot. I had mistaken their noise for general forest chatter at first, which is why I found myself so close to their position. Seeing their distraction, I thought it prudent to make my exit.

Instead, it proved to be the perfect time to make an exceptionally unreasonable racket. I was not amused. Suffice it to say that the creatures, which I later learned were Orcs, instantly became disinterested with their soggy gear and began to bound towards my location. I was convinced that this would be the final deed of Alexandar Surabar, tripping over a tree root.

Before I could react, in any way other than mental admonishment, a hail of arrows rained down upon my enemy’s position. The Orcs flew into a fit of rage and seemed to increase in speed, crashing through trees that would have stopped a wild boar. Fear swept over me, again.

I rose to my feet, wheeled about, and released Eldritch fury upon the nearest foe. It appeared to have no effect. His momentum carried forward and his howls only intensified. I stood in silent terror and recounted the deeds of my life. If this was to be my end, then so be it.

A gnarled and rusted axe descended from the arc on which it swung, poised to split my cranium in two. I winced, but did not move, and instead stared the creature directly in the eyes. He would know his victim.

It was at that very instant that a hissing sound breached my senses, and then broke my gaze. An arrow lodged itself into the right eye of my enemy, felling him at my very feet. Unfortunately, his was not the only pain destine for me. I looked around, searching for my savior, just in time to catch a large wooden instrument with my face. The force of the weapon launched me into the nearby brush, dazed and bruised but conscious.

I broke through that haze a few seconds later, shook off defeat, and rose defiantly to meet the situation. It was then that I saw the pointy eared source of assistance. An elf, who I would later come to know as Elican, was fighting that onslaught of rage in the most admirable fashion possible. I focused on the largest of the beasts, and again released my fury. His head rocked back, shook, then slumped forward. With a great crash he fell, and relief washed over me. It was, however, to be short-lived.

A moment later, through the dense underbrush, I could see Elican’s head repeat the motion of that large oaf. The pair of Orcs remaining seemed to pause for a moment, as if to savor the defeat of this foe. I struck one of them at range and he fell immediately, releasing a howl which no man should be forced to endure. It echoes still in my ears. The other beast swiped forcefully across Elican’s chest and bounded past him at great speed, looking back over its shoulder as it went. I tried to pursue, but lost him quickly in the terrain.

That may have been the most fortunately failed pursuit in my life, and in Elican’s. By the time I returned to his position he was very near death. I paused for a moment, contemplating the life of the Elf at my feet. Was he a bounty hunter? Should his life be spared? Would that Orc return and finish us both off before I could figure out what to do next?

For whatever reason, I decided to help Elican. Maybe it was the selflessness with which he interceded on my behalf. Whatever it was, I sure as hell wasn’t going to sacrifice for it. I force-fed him one of his own potions. When that didn’t work, I tried another. By the time the third potion was on its way down he began to cough and wheeze his way back to life.

We spent three weeks in that forest, traveling and resting, resting and traveling. Elican was very weakened from his ordeal and could not accomplish much on his own. I wanted to leave, let him fend for himself, save my own skin….but something about his presence soothed the part of me I feared most. He spoke of life, philosophy, religion, change. In those long nights I was able to find a peace that quelled even the demonic touch that ravaged my soul.

The perils of being hunted had honed my skills towards unfriendly ends. In this unlikely place, purpose beyond myself began to seem possible. My own ghastly traits were not being judged. Elican showed me a path that could lead to survival in both the light and the dark. His philosophies promised peace without sacrifice, and that intrigued my aging mind.

Of all the experiences since those fateful days on the streets of Cauldron, where my powers were first seen, this may have been the most influential. Few, if any, people had treated me as an individual since those days. Most reacted with fear, others with disdain.

A scant few even though that my sister’s death was caused by my own hand. None knew of the demon that came that day, or the tales it forced me to hear. To be ostracized by your own family at eleven years old! Who among us could react favorably to that reality!? No One! Those bastards, and their speculations, could go to hell.

Elican felt this hatred in me, welling up at all times. This is the wall of opposition he confronted, using the unlikely tool of peace. The spirit of a warrior, never hardened, always resilient, able to survive for another battle. His philosophy echoes even now.

I was led, by Elican, to the edge of the Elven territories. There, seemingly without notice, many of his brethren appeared. At first, I thought the end was again near. However, before I could even attempt to run, my new friend spoke. He said, in a hushed tone, a few simple words in the Elven tongue. His brethren again disappeared into the brush and he motioned forward.

As I walked, tentatively at first, he leaned over to me and said, “You have done me a great service these few weeks. When I was helpless, you brought me back to my senses. When I was weak, you provided for me. When I was vulnerable, you defended me.” I thought, naively, that this was the extent of Elven gratitude. Elican continued, “I have told you my name, but nothing more. This was rude, and for that I apologize. I was concerned for my safety….You see, mine is the royal family. Many would like nothing more than to capture me, or one of my kin, to ransom for the highest bid. I could not be certain that your intentions would not deviate to that realm, were you to know the full truth of your situation.”

It was then that Elican offered to teach me the ways of the enlightened Elves. It would be a difficult and demanding journey, he clarified, but well worth the effort by all accounts. I thought it rare indeed to be welcomed so completely into their society and agreed to the path set before me with little hesitation.

==================================>CE 591<===============

I have spent the last two years here, with Elican, learning the ways of the Elves. Much of what I have come to know can never be told to a non-Elf, and so I must refrain from penning those details. I can say that no other experience could prepare me for the wonders of this great nation. I am in reverence to Corellon Larethian and his children.

It has, however, come time for me to leave this great nation and set forth upon my own journey. There are many wonders yet to see, and I never did make it back to Cauldron. Oh how that place must be longing for my presence. Perhaps Johnathan and Allanah may even be alive still. Could they have had more children? Do I have siblings? All in good time, all in good time.

For now, I am content to have my good friend Cirudan the Watchful to accompany me. He has been my peer in a world filled with elders, and his guidance has already been commended by Elican. With him at my side, this new path should be most interesting. I am not sure what he expects to gain from this experience, aside from a healthy dose of adventure; which is sorely needed. He has outlived me three fold and never left the confines of his own village. Granted, much can be learned from the wise and ancient Elves, but some things just have to be done first hand to be fully appreciated.

================================================>CE 592<=

It has been a little over a year since Cirudan and I left the Elven nation. It took a little while to re-acclimate with the outside, but we both came around eventually.

I was even able to clear my name, a feat I had previously dismissed as fantasy. Upon return to Cauldron I was quickly encouraged, by Cirudan, to make peace with the local officials. It took some doing, and more than a little bargaining, but there are no longer any bounty hunters searching for my head.

In fact, I am now the bounty hunter. As part of my deal with local officials I have agreed to work within the law. Cirudan and I have even served a few bounties for the homeland (read: Elven nation).

There have, of course, been problems along the way, like the time we were set upon by a lower demon and had to blast our way out of a local tavern. The magistrate was bent on our arrest that day, but it all worked out in the end. We captured a couple of outlaws, paid for a few repairs, and the incident was soon forgiven.

It now looks as though we may get a chance to delve into the infamous Underdark. I have heard rumor that a well known local Dwarf has sent a group called the Silver Phoenix into that accursed place in search of someone. Cirudan thinks we may even be able to get invited to that mission, by virtue of a favor owed to the Elven nation. I await news of that possibility even now. He assures me we will know, one way or the other, very soon.