<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/>“ Khonnir, the plume is making a noise! There is language in it!” Noel called down to her foster father. She wasn’t an accomplished savant like him or her parents but she’d heard or read enough stories to know new sounds were a usually bad sign.<br/><br/>Slowly she started to back away from the fiery torch.