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Murdain Shattershield

Class: Psion 6 | AC: 14 | HP: 60/60 | Prof: +3 | Init: +3 | PP: 16 | Speed: 30ft

ConditionsBlessed |0/3 ☠ 0/3| 6/6d8 HD| 2/2 LR| 3/4 SR| 1/1 LR| 10/10 |💼 InventoryA crowbar
A set of dark common clothes including a hood
A belt pouch
Cloak of Elvenkind,
Thieves' tools,
Woodcarver tools,
1x dagger(focus)
Explorer's pack(backpack, a bedroll, a mess kit,
a tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations,
and a waterskin.
50 feet of hempen rope strapped to the side
Rapier, light crossbow, 20x bolts
Harmonica
2x Healing potion(Minor)(Chargen2+1)(1 used)
Ball bearing bag 1gp
Chalk/coal 1cp
Flasks x 5 10cp
Bag of caltrops - 1gp(used, but will re-collect)
Insect Repellant 1sp
Oil Flask x5 5sp(1 used)
Parchment x5 5sp
Net x3 3gp
Scroll Case 1gp
Alchemist Fire x 0(5d8 Fire, nonmagic, Dex15 for half, 5x5 radius) (used)
7 gp, 25sp, 7cp
Potion of Heroism x1(1 used)
Potion of Ghost Form x1
Studded Leather Armor x1
Horse(Glutton) with saddle x1 (MIA)
Wolfskull 'Staff' of Cone of Cold. DC15.
Staff of Healing, 10 Charged, 1d6+4 per Dawn. Cure Wounds 1-4, Lesser Restore 2, Mass Cure 5.
Displacer Beast Armor: Stealth +1

"'Ello there, gramps. Soft hands, eh? So 's yer 'Well Done' better?" Murdain' face pulled back in a wild grin that was half snarl, half laugh. "Ma shoulda left ye ta rot, stead of lettin' ya out from yer kennel. Goddess, an here I thought I'd see some sorta proud fallen warrior as ancestor. Yer just a rabid dog. Well... Lets dance, then." He pulled his wolfheaded knife free from its sheathe, flicking it over in his hand. The cold voice in his hand intoned an incantation, and he repeated it. To Niko, he sent mentally: ~"He's up here."~

Murdain Shattershield

Class: Psion 6 | AC: 14 | HP: 60/60 | Prof: +3 | Init: +3 | PP: 16 | Speed: 30ft

ConditionsBlessed |0/3 ☠ 0/3| 6/6d8 HD| 2/2 LR| 3/4 SR| 1/1 LR| 10/10 |💼 InventoryA crowbar
A set of dark common clothes including a hood
A belt pouch
Cloak of Elvenkind,
Thieves' tools,
Woodcarver tools,
1x dagger(focus)
Explorer's pack(backpack, a bedroll, a mess kit,
a tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations,
and a waterskin.
50 feet of hempen rope strapped to the side
Rapier, light crossbow, 20x bolts
Harmonica
2x Healing potion(Minor)(Chargen2+1)(1 used)
Ball bearing bag 1gp
Chalk/coal 1cp
Flasks x 5 10cp
Bag of caltrops - 1gp(used, but will re-collect)
Insect Repellant 1sp
Oil Flask x5 5sp(1 used)
Parchment x5 5sp
Net x3 3gp
Scroll Case 1gp
Alchemist Fire x 0(5d8 Fire, nonmagic, Dex15 for half, 5x5 radius) (used)
7 gp, 25sp, 7cp
Potion of Heroism x1(1 used)
Potion of Ghost Form x1
Studded Leather Armor x1
Horse(Glutton) with saddle x1 (MIA)
Wolfskull 'Staff' of Cone of Cold. DC15.
Staff of Healing, 10 Charged, 1d6+4 per Dawn. Cure Wounds 1-4, Lesser Restore 2, Mass Cure 5.
Displacer Beast Armor: Stealth +1

"'Ello there, gramps. Soft hands, eh? So 's yer 'Well Done' better?" Murdain' face pulled back in a wild grin that was half snarl, half laugh. "Ma shoulda left ye ta rot, stead of lettin' ya out from yer kennel. Goddess, an here I thought I'd see some sorta proud fallen warrior as ancestor. Yer just a rabid dog. Well... Lets dance, then." He pulled his wolfheaded knife free from its sheathe, flicking it over in his hand. The cold voice in his hand intoned an incantation, and he repeated it. To Niko, he sent mentally: ~"He's up here."~

Murdain Shattershield

Class: Psion 6 | AC: 14 | HP: 60/60 | Prof: +3 | Init: +3 | PP: 16 | Speed: 30ft

ConditionsBlessed |0/3 ☠ 0/3| 6/6d8 HD| 2/2 LR| 3/4 SR| 1/1 LR| 10/10 |💼 InventoryA crowbar
A set of dark common clothes including a hood
A belt pouch
Cloak of Elvenkind,
Thieves' tools,
Woodcarver tools,
1x dagger(focus)
Explorer's pack(backpack, a bedroll, a mess kit,
a tinderbox, 10 torches, 10 days of rations,
and a waterskin.
50 feet of hempen rope strapped to the side
Rapier, light crossbow, 20x bolts
Harmonica
2x Healing potion(Minor)(Chargen2+1)(1 used)
Ball bearing bag 1gp
Chalk/coal 1cp
Flasks x 5 10cp
Bag of caltrops - 1gp(used, but will re-collect)
Insect Repellant 1sp
Oil Flask x5 5sp(1 used)
Parchment x5 5sp
Net x3 3gp
Scroll Case 1gp
Alchemist Fire x 0(5d8 Fire, nonmagic, Dex15 for half, 5x5 radius) (used)
7 gp, 25sp, 7cp
Potion of Heroism x1(1 used)
Potion of Ghost Form x1
Studded Leather Armor x1
Horse(Glutton) with saddle x1 (MIA)
Wolfskull 'Staff' of Cone of Cold. DC15.
Staff of Healing, 10 Charged, 1d6+4 per Dawn. Cure Wounds 1-4, Lesser Restore 2, Mass Cure 5.
Displacer Beast Armor: Stealth +1

"'Ello there, gramps. Soft hands, eh? So 's yer 'Well Done' better?" Murdain' face pulled back in a wild grin that was half snarl, half laugh. "Ma shoulda left ye ta rot, stead of lettin' ya out from yer kennel. Goddess, an here I thought I'd see some sorta proud fallen warrior as ancestor. Yer just a rabid dog. Well... Lets dance, then." He pulled his wolfheaded knife free from its sheathe, flicking it over in his hand. The cold voice in his hand intoned an incantation, and he repeated it.