<strong>Noel Antredies</strong>Female Changeling Rogue (Makeshift Scrapper) 1<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/665299663938650135/1001572980322742382/IMG_0328.jpg)</div>CG Medium humanoid (changeling)<br/>Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +5<br/>--------------------<br/>AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +3 Dex, +1 natural)<br/>hp 9 (1d8+1)<br/>Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1; +2 racial bonus vs gaze attacks<br/>--------------------<br/>Speed 30 ft.<br/>Melee dagger +3 (1d4+1/19-20) or<br/>silver mug (improvised weapon) +5 (1d6+1) or<br/>2 claws +3 (1d4+1)<br/>Special Attacks sneak attack (unchained) +1d6<br/><hr/>“Thanks.” She whispered in a dry voice as she was handed her favorite mug and sipped the cool water from it. She sat up in her bed as she listened to her sister’s retelling of the events of the last week. The torch had gone out? How? Why? All she could recall was the blow to her head, the nothing but half remembered dreams of her mother calling to her<br/><br/>She sipped her water from her one hand as she felt for the charm her father had given her before they’d fled from her home in Varsia. The small silvery charm rolled about her hand comfortably as she focused on the nonsensical rhyme he’d taught her that pushed her mother’s call away from her mind.<br/><br/>“Ah yeah, we know each other. How’s the lump on your noggin Zed?” She asked with a grin as she held up her dented mug to show the dent he’d made with his head.