Slender 6'2" rugged looking elf wearing light armor and wielding a short bow with a short sword


Sharlamand Deromoe

Race: Dalish Elf
Class: Rogue 1
Sex: Male
Experience 3290

Communication: 1
Constitution: 1
Cunning: 1 (Cultural Lore)
Dexterity: 3 (Bows)
Magic: 0
Perception: 2
Strength: 0
Willpower: 2

Speak and Read: Trade Tongue
Speak: Elven

Weapon Groups: Brawling, Bows, Light Blades, Staves

Talents: Scouting (Novice)

Class Powers:

  • Backstab – +2 Attack, +1d6 Damage
  • Rogue’s Armor – Ignore Armor penalty of Leather

Starting Health: 27

Defense: 13
Armor: 4
Penalty: -
Speed: 15

Move Charge Run
15 7 30
Weapon Attack Damage
Short Bow +5 1d6+3
Short Sword +3 1d6+2
Quarterstaff +3 1d6+1

A small pack
Belt pouch
Water skin
Travelers garb
Light leather armor
Lock picks
Flint and steel
Rope 20 yards
1 week of travelers rations
2 bottles of cheap wine
Small tent
1 Healing potion

Money / Funds
50 silver 50 copper

Short bow w/20 arrows
Short sword
Quarter staff

Dog: Silver foot – All black German Shepard type with one gray front right paw

Born under a full moon, I have always had strong beliefs in my heritage. I have always believed in reclaiming Argathan by whatever means necessary. The city elves gave up their beliefs and walked away from the past. They are almost as bad as the men who took our homes and forced us out into the world with no homeland. I believe the elves were once mighty and feared. Soon enough that will be the case again. The men did not view our choice of worship as evil. They believed we were reclaiming our heritage and great power. They began to fear us once again. The elves co-existed with all of the creatures. While the men hunted most to the point of extinction. I have recently been sent out of my family caravan for a point in my life to better learn the from the rest of the world. I have been gone for about 6 months living off of the land and observing the men in their cities destroying the land like a plague among it. I am torn between going back to my family and living an ordinary life, and trying to find a way to unite all of the elves, Dalish and city. I am certain if we unite we can over come the evil armies of men and reclaim our pride. I am occupied only by my dog, silver foot. Silver foot was found as a puppy wondering around the woods with no mother. I have been raising him for the last year. He chooses to follow me. I don’t regard him as a pet and he is free to come and go as he please but remains by my side. Silver foot is an all black German Shepard type dog with all gray front right foot.

I have been flowing an elf for the past couple of days. He seems to walk with pride and have certain powers of interest. I am wondering if this is a sign of a return to the old ways, the right ways. I recently had to get involved in a local problem. The funny thing about the situation is that it involved a Human, a Dwarf and my elf “friend”. We actually kind of worked well together but I don’t think it’ll be a lastly relationship. I saw the elf coming out of a house of ill content. He said he was helping people yet I highly doubt that. I think his morale fiber will need some work. I met a demon today as well it had consumed a sole of a human woman, most likely due to her weak mind. The town guard was surprisingly weak and easly over powered. I have yet to venture into the elven side of town and hope to observe some more. I have been wavering on whether to stay out here or venture back to my clan but as of late I think I can get used to this adventuring thing. Hopefully I can learn from this elf about how his magic is used i can start to bring back my true heritage.


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