<div class="floatright">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/DalimathLadyAvali.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Innoki Duskwoven</strong><br/><strong>Male elf slayer (bounty hunter)</strong>1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 53, 118)<br/>LN Medium humanoid (elf)<br/><br/>Tall, with the tight, compact musculature that many would call 'catlike', Innoki is well-suited to his work. Quiet, observant, he is rarely noted as he passes, but always seems to be watching when someone does meet his eyes.<br/>He wears well-made leather armor over simple traveler's clothing in dull greys and blues. There's a flash of bright colour at his throat - a scarf or some such in a vivid scarlet - but Innoki clearly prefers to blend, when he can manage. He's well-armed, with a long curved sword slung over his back with an unstrung longbow sticking out of a pocket on his quiver and a curved blade on his hip. Maybe a little /too/ well armed...<br/>A faint scent of weapon oil, leather and soap hangs about in his vicinity, and the rare times he speaks up, he sounds a soft, velvet baritone.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">CRUNCH</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Init </strong>+3; <strong>Senses </strong>low-light vision; Perception +8<br/>--------------------<br/><strong>Defense</strong><br/>--------------------<br/><strong>AC </strong>18, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 dodge)<br/><strong>hp </strong>10 (1d10)<br/><strong>Fort </strong>+2, <strong>Ref </strong>+5, <strong>Will </strong>+2; +2 vs. enchantments<br/><strong>Immune </strong>sleep<br/>--------------------<br/><strong>Offense</strong><br/>--------------------<br/><strong>Speed </strong>30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)<br/><strong>Melee</strong>: <br/>elven curve blade +3 (1d10+3/18-20)<br/>kukri +3 (1d4+2/18-20)<br/><strong>Ranged</strong>: <br/>longbow +4 (1d8/×3)<br/><strong>Special Attacks </strong>studied target +1 (1st, move action)<br/>--------------------<br/><strong>Statistics</strong><br/>--------------------<br/><strong>Str </strong>14, <strong>Dex </strong>17, <strong>Con </strong>11, <strong>Int </strong>16, <strong>Wis </strong>14, <strong>Cha </strong>10<br/><strong>Base Atk </strong>+1; <strong>CMB </strong>+3; <strong>CMD </strong>17<br/><strong>Feats</strong>: Dodge<br/><strong>Traits</strong>: fast-talker, left behind, Sun-Blessed, on the payroll<br/><strong>Skills</strong>: Acrobatics +4 (+0 to jump), Appraise +4, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +0 (-5 to improve other creatures' attitudes towards you, +1 vs. Forlorn elves and non-elves), Disable Device +1, Disguise +4, Intimidate +4 (-1 to improve other creatures' attitudes towards you), Knowledge (local) +7, Perception +8, Sense Motive +6 (+7 vs. Forlorn elves and non-elves), Stealth +4;<strong> <br/>Racial Modifiers</strong>: +2 Perception, silent hunter<br/><strong>Languages</strong>: Celestial, Common, Elven, Gnome, Orc<br/><strong>SQ</strong>: condescending, track +1<br/><strong>Gear</strong>: <br/><strong>Equipped</strong>: MW lamellar (leather) armor[UC], backpack.<br/><strong>Carried</strong>:  elven curve blade, kukri, hip flask[UE].<br/><em>Quiver</em>: longbow, arrows (20), <br/><em>Pack</em>: bedroll,  ink, black, inkpen (2), journal[UE], mess kit[UE], mirror, pot, silk rope (50 ft.), torch (5), trail rations (3), twine (50')[APG], waterskin, <br/><em>Belt pouch</em>: flint and steel, thieves' tools, whetstone, 1 gp, 8 sp, 2 cp<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><strong>Special Abilities</strong><br/>--------------------<br/><strong>Condescending</strong> -5 to Diplomacy and Intimidate checks to improve others' attitudes toward you.<br/><strong>Elven Immunities - Sleep</strong> You are immune to magic sleep effects.<br/><strong>Left Behind</strong> +1 Sense Motive and Diplomacy vs. Forlorn Elves and non-elves.<br/><strong>Low-Light Vision</strong> See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.<br/><strong>On the Payroll</strong> Whether he needed a bodyguard in a rough neighborhood, a guide to an isolated archeological dig, or information on a specialized topic, Professor Lorrimor was never shy about hiring professionals to help him attain his goals. Over the course of his l<br/><strong>Silent Hunter</strong> Reduce Steath penalty for moving by -5, can make Stealth checks while running (at -20 - includes reduced penalty).<br/><strong>Studied Target +1 (move action, 1 at a time) (Ex)</strong> Study foe as a Move action, gain +1 to att/dam &amp; some skills vs. them.<br/><strong>Sun-Blessed (1 HP/day)</strong> Gain overhealing as temporary hit points.<br/><strong>Track +1</strong> Add the listed bonus to survival checks made to track.<br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Innoki Duskwoven often watches even his own people with something akin to amusement. Raised by elves, living with elves, he still isn't sure about the ones who have returned, that call Kyonin 'home'. <br/><br/>While it was technically his teacher who was hired by the late, honoured Professor, Innoki remembers him as a knowledgeable, clever human who seemed as interested in the family history of the Duskwoven line as he was in ... whatever it was that time. In such august company, Innoki has gotten to see a goodly lot of the world more than he might have otherwise.<br/>Mostly at the behest of his (now retired) mentor, Innoki's the one who's been sent off to Ustalav to see what sort of bequest, request or inquest the Professor might have left. It has nothing to do with Innoki having trouble finding other work. Really.<br/><br/>   "It's not a dance, stripling. It's your life." Aradeyal straightened to his full height, glaring down at the 'stripling'; his student. Innoki glared right back, ears flat to his skull. He had time for no more, as Aradeyal's blade whirled downward in a silver arc. It whistled through empty space as Innoki hurled himself clear, his own blade singing a lower song as he spun into a counter.<br/>   As the two elves danced - and to the outside eye, it resembled the dance that Aradeyal swore it wasn't - sketches of the forms were hurrily scratched onto a sheet of parchment, as a little girl watched with wide eyes. Only able to tell the two apart by their differing hair colours, she eventually clapped her hands over her eyes as the darker went down again with a very final-sounding thud.<br/>   Aradeyal examined his torn sleeve and the thin red line beginning to seep down his arm. "Finally." He grumbled, lifting his foot off of Innoki's chest. "You begin to show some promise. Water, Innoki. It is time to start dinner." He walked away without another word, and sat down to clean his sword while Innoki rolled painfully to his feet. So much, the younger elf thought, for a rest. He dusted himself off, finger-combed dirt out of his hair and retrieved his sword, carefully wiping dirt and a fine sheen of blood from the edge with a soft cloth. A strike? Enough to draw blood. Innoki smiled a little, then frowned again. Again, that counter. If he could not figure out how to avoid that, Aradeyal would never let him hear the end of it.<br/><br/>   "An unusual blade. Innoki, was it not?" Their employer spoke easily, his Elvish accented, but clear and precise. Almost too precise - Innoki could hear the places where a vowel should be held a moment, a consonant savored or rolled. Still, he nodded politely.<br/>   "Yes. Ah.. Professor?" He hesitated over the title, uncertain. But when he got a nod, he straightened, one ear flicking to the side in a small gesture of triumph. That got a small grin too, and both promptly flattened in surprise.<br/>   "Hah! No, no need to look worried, young slayer. No need at all. I know a bit about elves, you see." Professor Lorrimor grinned and winked. "A trifling bit, to be sure. But your blade ... tell me about it."<br/>   Innoki hesitated, ears quivering. Beyond their employer, Aradeyal looked up, and nodded, and Innoki relaxed. "<em>Shafae'el</em>. . my mentor.. he has not spoken of this?" Innoki stumbled a little over the Taldane words, and Lorrimor sat down, pulling out his ever-present notebook. Innoki took that to mean Aradeyal had not spoken of it, and sat down himself, unsheathing the blade to clean it properly. "They are rare now. I am told there was a time it was not so, that many - noble and otherwise - knew the <em>Les'keir maralanthi</em>; the wind-blade. Taldane translates it as 'curved-blade'."<br/>   "Yes! I have heard of it by that name. But I did not know the other." Wiggling the fingers of his spare hand, Lorrimor forgot to steady his book, and a squiggly line of ink traced over the page before he caught it. <br/>   "A.. poor translation." Innoki couldn't quite keep the distain out of his voice, but from the looks, the professor hadn't even noticed. "Not that it matters. There are so few..." Innoki slid the cloth down the shining length of the blade. "The shape is the curve of the waning moon. The edge, as sharp as starlight. It should be light, but strong, wavering, but never breaking, as the warriors of old." It was a struggle, to properly translate into Taldane, but Innoki gave it his best, and earned a small nod from Aradeyal, as he finished. "Thus is the wind-blade forged. To bear one was once the honour of the elite guard. Now ..." Innoki checked the edge, watching the way the light glimmered off an imperfection. He sighed a little - his was no master's blade, but good enough for a student. "Now... the masters seek students where they can find them, and train only the best." He bowed slightly. "If it is history you seek... I know very little more. You should ask my mentor." <br/>   "Enough for a start, Innoki. Enough for a start. Ah, what a sight it must have been..." Lorrimor trailed off, then started slightly as a book appeared within his reach. Aradeyal held it, a faint, amused smile crossing his lips. <br/>   "I believe your Elvish should be up to this." Aradeyal said, with a knowing grin. "Give it to Innoki, when you have finished - he needs to brush up his history." <br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Player Reference</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Primary Motivator</strong> (Public): Order<br/><em>Secondary Motivator</em>     : Liberation<br/><br/><strong>Primary Motivator </strong>(Private): Hedonism<br/><em>Secondary Motivator</em>       : Adventure<br/><br/><strong>Emotional Disposition</strong>: Contemptuous<br/><strong>Moodiness</strong>: Even-tempered.<br/><br/><strong>Outlook</strong>:   Optimistic (Confident, Idealistic)<br/><strong>Integrity</strong>:   Unscrupulous (Manipulative, impractical (and a touch lazy))<br/><strong>Impulsiveness</strong>:   Spontaneous (Capricious, rash)<br/><strong>Boldness</strong>:   Intrepid (Daring, audacious, confident),<br/><strong>Agreeableness</strong>:  Disagreeable (Cold, narrow-minded, tad judge-y)<br/><strong>Interactivity</strong>:  Engaging (Tactile)<br/><strong>Conformity</strong>:   Conventional (Down-to-earth, traditional)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Sense of humour</strong>: Surreal (maybe a touch crude)<br/><br/><strong>Quirks, habits</strong>: <br/>Compulsive liar, usually nibbling on something, obsessed with his hair.<br/><br/><strong>Hobbies, interests</strong>:<br/>Gambling, juggling (not geese), sailing, jewelery-making.<br/><br/>Planned PrC: Shadowdancer.<br/>Reqs: 2 ranks Perf. 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