Post by TheZebraShakes™ on May 31, 2007 14:19:05 GMT -5
Natsumi Takara
Human Female
Bard 9
Neutral
Age: 24
Hair: Black, Eyes: Black
HT: 5"1, Wt: 96 lbs
STR: 8
DEX: 16
CON: 14
WIS: 10
INT:16
CHA:22
INI: +3
HP: 52
AC: 21
-Flat: 18
-Touch: 14
BAB: +6
Grap: +5
Ranged: +9
Melee: +5
SAVES
Fort: +7
Ref: +11
Will: +8
FEATS
Extra Music
Captivating Melody
Song of the Heart
Spell Focus (enchantment)
Greater Spell Focus (Enchantment)
Special Qualities & Abilities
Bardic Knowledge +14
Bardic Music (13 per day)
-Fascinate
-Countersong
-Inspire Courage +2
-Inspire Competence
-Suggestion
-Inspire Greatness
LANGUAGES
Common
Elven
Sylvan
Draconic
Giant
SKILLS
Appraise: +9/+11
Bluff: +21
Craft (Seamstress/tailor) +8
Craft (Painting/calligraphy) +8
Craft (writing/poetry) +8
Craft (pottery/sculpting) +8
Diplomacy +21
Disguise +14
Escape Artist: +15
Gather Info: +11
Know (Dungeoneering) +8
Know (History) +12
Know (Local) +10
Know (N&R) +10
Listen +5
Perform (dance) +15
Perform (song) +21
Perform (woodwinds) +15
Sense Motive +10
Use Magic Device: +22
SPELLS KNOWN
0th
Light
Detect Magic
Read Magic
Mending
Prestidigitation
Ghost Sounds
1st
Inspirational Boost
Silent Image
Feather Fall
Hideous Laughter
2nd
Glitterdust
Hold Person
Suggestion
Mirror Image
3rd
Charm Monster
Haste
Confusion
SPELLS PER DAY
3/5/5/3
EQUIPMENT
Cloak of Charisma +2
Belt of Health +2
Gloves of Dexterity +2
Vest of Resistence +2
Circlet of Persuasion
Ring of Protection +1
+1 Chain shirt
+1 Buckler
MW Crossbow
MW short Sword
MW Artisan’s tools
MW bamboo flute
Make-up (Disguise) kit, beautiful dresses & jewelry
Incense sticks, perfumes, candles
herbs and tea leaves
Healer’s Kit
Merchant’s scale
Magnifying glass
Wand CLW (CL2) (49/50)
Wand Ray of Enfeeblement (CL 1) (49/50)
Wand Magic Missile CL 3 (47/50)
Scroll Alarm x1
Scroll Comprehend Languages x1
Scroll Erase x1
Scroll Expeditious Retreat x2
Scroll Disguise Self x1
Scroll Grease x1
Scroll Eagle's Splendour x2
Scroll Ventriloquism x2
Antitoxin x2
Smokestickx2
Potion Good Hope x1
Rod of Negation
Ring of Freedom of Movement
ATTACKS
MW crossbow +10 d6
MW short sword +6 d6-1
ranged touch +9
Melee touch +5
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A young girl sat alone in the market waiting for her mother to return from work and collect her. The girl’s eyes were red and weary, her shabby dress stained with the passage of time and dirt. The crowds never ceased, coming and going throughout the course of the day. The young girl waited patiently as she had many times before. Her mother would be along soon to collect her. Dusk was approaching, she would come soon and they would seek out a friend who would give them a hot meal and a place to rest for the night.
As dusk came and went, the young girl began to worry. Her mother had not yet returned from work and the thugs and cut throats were quickly filling the dark streets which the vendors and their customers occupied during the daytime hours. As she continued to wait, silent on her bench, some of the men who passed turned to look her way with eyes filled with intentions that frightened the young girl and caused her nerves to stand on end. She prayed that her mother would hurry and be done with whatever work had been keeping her.
Panicked, trying desperately to contain her tears, the girl closed her eyes and began to sing in a hushed voice in an attempt to calm herself while hopefully keeping away the unwanted attention of the men who would with any luck be driven away by her seeming eccentricity.
She sang in the darkened streets with eyes closed waiting for her mother until a hand gripped her shoulder firmly and the young girl screamed in fear, raising her hands to put up a fight against whoever her assailant would be.
“Be calm child. I have not come to cause you harm,Ecame the hauntingly melodic voice, hushed, yet ringing in the young girl’s ears all the same.
She looked up from her place on the bench and stared in awe at the vision before her. There, a beautiful woman stood, clothed in flowing red silk adorned with flowers stitched from shimmering threads of gold. Her black hair was pulled back tightly from her face and set up in place with jeweled clips and flowers whose perfume enveloped the woman in their crisp scent. Her face was painted white, an eerie sight against the blackness of night, and her lips as she spoke, a deep shade of red.
“Forgive me madam; I am waiting for my mother. She has not yet returned from work.E The young girl spoke to the pale faced woman, lowering her hands and relieved not to have had to fight off a man who would no doubt have won the battle.
“Your mother will not return, child. Take my arm. You will have food and shelter on this night.E
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Natsumi looked up at the woman, not very much older than herself and already the mother of a thirteen year old girl. The woman smelled of smoke and cheap liquor and an amateur application of make-up did not too much to hide the bruises upon her face. A black eye, a swollen lip, no doubt repayment from the men who she sold her body to on a nightly basis. Natsumi could not help but frown at this woman’s pitiable situation.
“Yes, I have seen her in the marketplace often. She sits alone and plays the violin while she awaits your return,ENatsumi says, a solemn expression on her face as she nods. “She plays very well.E
“She’s great, very smart. A quick learner and she knows how to dance. Nobles have even complimented her.EThe woman continued to speak of her daughter, Natsumi could tell that the woman was troubled, though it was clear that despite her situation, the woman was still doing everything she could in order to make a few coins at the expense of her child.
“We will not purchase her and that is final, for she is far too old. But we will accept her and gauge her skill and talent. If she is all that you say, than we shall not regret this decision.ENatsumi’s tone was cold toward the woman who was attempting to sell off her child into a house of high class entertainers, but she could not help but feel a degree of sympathy for the child whose talent for music and dance would likely be wasted within a year or two as the cruel cycle of life repeats itself and the girl is forced to follow in her mother’s track, a prostitute, a whore watching her dignity slip away as she lies on her back. Natsumi hoped that she could give the girl a chance in this world.
The woman disappeared; leaving the city for fear that an angry lover was seeking to harm her for one reason or another. Natsumi did not care to listen to the story in its entirety as she set out toward the darkened market to seek out the young girl.
Quickly she spotted the girl, sitting alone on a wooden bench and singing a soft song. Nearby she also caught sight of a man with his eyes on the girl, stalking and making his move to approach. Natsumi quickly intercepted, casting a spell which held the man captive in her gaze.
“You have no business with a girl so young,ENatsumi informed the man. He nodded and slowly backed off.
Natsumi made her way to the young girl who seemed to be lost in her own world of lovely music. To capture her attention, Natsumi placed her hand upon the girl’s shoulder.
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My mother was an entertainer and so to was her mother. I was born into this lifestyle and it is all I have ever known. I look out into the world beyond my window and I know that this life is the only one I could love. To dance and sing for those who would pay to appreciate it, yes, that is my work, yet it is also my joy.
To toil in the shops or on the fields, to rest beautifully upon the arm of a noble gentleman, to sell my body for food, shelter, clothes, no, if I must settle for one of those options I would sooner die of the unhappiness which would strike relentlessly at my soul.
My lifestyle is extravagant and expensive, indeed. The work requires such a degree of skill and dedication which is unsurpassed by that required for most other professions, so of course we must be well compensated by our clients and patrons. As entertainers we are highly admired, respected, sought after, and most of all, valued. Our presence and ability to thrive are the very mark of such a prosperous and successful society. Our very existence and the service we provide are a luxury unattainable in most other realms.
Now I hear news of war on the lips of everyone in the city and it is worrisome. Scenes of violence and bloodshed swim through my head and I shudder to think that my way of life could be threatened, that my very existence as it stands today could cease being at the drop of one bloodstained dagger.
I speak to the other women of the house, clothed in finery, bathed in perfumes, they do not think beyond the steps of their next dance. They do not see as I do, or they are terrified to open their eyes to the cruel reality of this world. If we are to be plagued by war, my kind will have no place here. There will be no money in excess for the noble gentlemen to pay to behold the vision of us at their courts and drinking places. There will be no use for us when the collective social mind is set to defending itself against war. Budgets will be designated to military spending, leaving us, the providers of dance and the other fine arts to the back burners.
And the Gods forbid, what if our dear city should fall.
Men of war have no use for the high forms of entertainment which we provide. They will see us simply as beautiful women for them to degrade and defile. We will be left poor and humiliated, dying along with the very society which gave us life. What will we have left to do but beg and prostitute our bodies for money to survive.
Such a fate is not one which I intend to see to fruition. I will take my own life before I should see myself or my sisters become whores for any man.
For now I must not allow myself to turn a deaf ear upon these stories of war. As it stands, we still maintain our place in this society which still rests untouched. I will use that to my advantage for now, doing what I can to keep it that way.
EDIT: Fixed typo of level
Fixed Bardic Musics per day number.
EDIT spells per day
EDIT wand charges update
Human Female
Bard 9
Neutral
Age: 24
Hair: Black, Eyes: Black
HT: 5"1, Wt: 96 lbs
STR: 8
DEX: 16
CON: 14
WIS: 10
INT:16
CHA:22
INI: +3
HP: 52
AC: 21
-Flat: 18
-Touch: 14
BAB: +6
Grap: +5
Ranged: +9
Melee: +5
SAVES
Fort: +7
Ref: +11
Will: +8
FEATS
Extra Music
Captivating Melody
Song of the Heart
Spell Focus (enchantment)
Greater Spell Focus (Enchantment)
Special Qualities & Abilities
Bardic Knowledge +14
Bardic Music (13 per day)
-Fascinate
-Countersong
-Inspire Courage +2
-Inspire Competence
-Suggestion
-Inspire Greatness
LANGUAGES
Common
Elven
Sylvan
Draconic
Giant
SKILLS
Appraise: +9/+11
Bluff: +21
Craft (Seamstress/tailor) +8
Craft (Painting/calligraphy) +8
Craft (writing/poetry) +8
Craft (pottery/sculpting) +8
Diplomacy +21
Disguise +14
Escape Artist: +15
Gather Info: +11
Know (Dungeoneering) +8
Know (History) +12
Know (Local) +10
Know (N&R) +10
Listen +5
Perform (dance) +15
Perform (song) +21
Perform (woodwinds) +15
Sense Motive +10
Use Magic Device: +22
SPELLS KNOWN
0th
Light
Detect Magic
Read Magic
Mending
Prestidigitation
Ghost Sounds
1st
Inspirational Boost
Silent Image
Feather Fall
Hideous Laughter
2nd
Glitterdust
Hold Person
Suggestion
Mirror Image
3rd
Charm Monster
Haste
Confusion
SPELLS PER DAY
3/5/5/3
EQUIPMENT
Cloak of Charisma +2
Belt of Health +2
Gloves of Dexterity +2
Vest of Resistence +2
Circlet of Persuasion
Ring of Protection +1
+1 Chain shirt
+1 Buckler
MW Crossbow
MW short Sword
MW Artisan’s tools
MW bamboo flute
Make-up (Disguise) kit, beautiful dresses & jewelry
Incense sticks, perfumes, candles
herbs and tea leaves
Healer’s Kit
Merchant’s scale
Magnifying glass
Wand CLW (CL2) (49/50)
Wand Ray of Enfeeblement (CL 1) (49/50)
Wand Magic Missile CL 3 (47/50)
Scroll Alarm x1
Scroll Comprehend Languages x1
Scroll Erase x1
Scroll Expeditious Retreat x2
Scroll Disguise Self x1
Scroll Grease x1
Scroll Eagle's Splendour x2
Scroll Ventriloquism x2
Antitoxin x2
Smokestickx2
Potion Good Hope x1
Rod of Negation
Ring of Freedom of Movement
ATTACKS
MW crossbow +10 d6
MW short sword +6 d6-1
ranged touch +9
Melee touch +5
-------------------------
A young girl sat alone in the market waiting for her mother to return from work and collect her. The girl’s eyes were red and weary, her shabby dress stained with the passage of time and dirt. The crowds never ceased, coming and going throughout the course of the day. The young girl waited patiently as she had many times before. Her mother would be along soon to collect her. Dusk was approaching, she would come soon and they would seek out a friend who would give them a hot meal and a place to rest for the night.
As dusk came and went, the young girl began to worry. Her mother had not yet returned from work and the thugs and cut throats were quickly filling the dark streets which the vendors and their customers occupied during the daytime hours. As she continued to wait, silent on her bench, some of the men who passed turned to look her way with eyes filled with intentions that frightened the young girl and caused her nerves to stand on end. She prayed that her mother would hurry and be done with whatever work had been keeping her.
Panicked, trying desperately to contain her tears, the girl closed her eyes and began to sing in a hushed voice in an attempt to calm herself while hopefully keeping away the unwanted attention of the men who would with any luck be driven away by her seeming eccentricity.
She sang in the darkened streets with eyes closed waiting for her mother until a hand gripped her shoulder firmly and the young girl screamed in fear, raising her hands to put up a fight against whoever her assailant would be.
“Be calm child. I have not come to cause you harm,Ecame the hauntingly melodic voice, hushed, yet ringing in the young girl’s ears all the same.
She looked up from her place on the bench and stared in awe at the vision before her. There, a beautiful woman stood, clothed in flowing red silk adorned with flowers stitched from shimmering threads of gold. Her black hair was pulled back tightly from her face and set up in place with jeweled clips and flowers whose perfume enveloped the woman in their crisp scent. Her face was painted white, an eerie sight against the blackness of night, and her lips as she spoke, a deep shade of red.
“Forgive me madam; I am waiting for my mother. She has not yet returned from work.E The young girl spoke to the pale faced woman, lowering her hands and relieved not to have had to fight off a man who would no doubt have won the battle.
“Your mother will not return, child. Take my arm. You will have food and shelter on this night.E
-------------------------
Natsumi looked up at the woman, not very much older than herself and already the mother of a thirteen year old girl. The woman smelled of smoke and cheap liquor and an amateur application of make-up did not too much to hide the bruises upon her face. A black eye, a swollen lip, no doubt repayment from the men who she sold her body to on a nightly basis. Natsumi could not help but frown at this woman’s pitiable situation.
“Yes, I have seen her in the marketplace often. She sits alone and plays the violin while she awaits your return,ENatsumi says, a solemn expression on her face as she nods. “She plays very well.E
“She’s great, very smart. A quick learner and she knows how to dance. Nobles have even complimented her.EThe woman continued to speak of her daughter, Natsumi could tell that the woman was troubled, though it was clear that despite her situation, the woman was still doing everything she could in order to make a few coins at the expense of her child.
“We will not purchase her and that is final, for she is far too old. But we will accept her and gauge her skill and talent. If she is all that you say, than we shall not regret this decision.ENatsumi’s tone was cold toward the woman who was attempting to sell off her child into a house of high class entertainers, but she could not help but feel a degree of sympathy for the child whose talent for music and dance would likely be wasted within a year or two as the cruel cycle of life repeats itself and the girl is forced to follow in her mother’s track, a prostitute, a whore watching her dignity slip away as she lies on her back. Natsumi hoped that she could give the girl a chance in this world.
The woman disappeared; leaving the city for fear that an angry lover was seeking to harm her for one reason or another. Natsumi did not care to listen to the story in its entirety as she set out toward the darkened market to seek out the young girl.
Quickly she spotted the girl, sitting alone on a wooden bench and singing a soft song. Nearby she also caught sight of a man with his eyes on the girl, stalking and making his move to approach. Natsumi quickly intercepted, casting a spell which held the man captive in her gaze.
“You have no business with a girl so young,ENatsumi informed the man. He nodded and slowly backed off.
Natsumi made her way to the young girl who seemed to be lost in her own world of lovely music. To capture her attention, Natsumi placed her hand upon the girl’s shoulder.
-------------------------
My mother was an entertainer and so to was her mother. I was born into this lifestyle and it is all I have ever known. I look out into the world beyond my window and I know that this life is the only one I could love. To dance and sing for those who would pay to appreciate it, yes, that is my work, yet it is also my joy.
To toil in the shops or on the fields, to rest beautifully upon the arm of a noble gentleman, to sell my body for food, shelter, clothes, no, if I must settle for one of those options I would sooner die of the unhappiness which would strike relentlessly at my soul.
My lifestyle is extravagant and expensive, indeed. The work requires such a degree of skill and dedication which is unsurpassed by that required for most other professions, so of course we must be well compensated by our clients and patrons. As entertainers we are highly admired, respected, sought after, and most of all, valued. Our presence and ability to thrive are the very mark of such a prosperous and successful society. Our very existence and the service we provide are a luxury unattainable in most other realms.
Now I hear news of war on the lips of everyone in the city and it is worrisome. Scenes of violence and bloodshed swim through my head and I shudder to think that my way of life could be threatened, that my very existence as it stands today could cease being at the drop of one bloodstained dagger.
I speak to the other women of the house, clothed in finery, bathed in perfumes, they do not think beyond the steps of their next dance. They do not see as I do, or they are terrified to open their eyes to the cruel reality of this world. If we are to be plagued by war, my kind will have no place here. There will be no money in excess for the noble gentlemen to pay to behold the vision of us at their courts and drinking places. There will be no use for us when the collective social mind is set to defending itself against war. Budgets will be designated to military spending, leaving us, the providers of dance and the other fine arts to the back burners.
And the Gods forbid, what if our dear city should fall.
Men of war have no use for the high forms of entertainment which we provide. They will see us simply as beautiful women for them to degrade and defile. We will be left poor and humiliated, dying along with the very society which gave us life. What will we have left to do but beg and prostitute our bodies for money to survive.
Such a fate is not one which I intend to see to fruition. I will take my own life before I should see myself or my sisters become whores for any man.
For now I must not allow myself to turn a deaf ear upon these stories of war. As it stands, we still maintain our place in this society which still rests untouched. I will use that to my advantage for now, doing what I can to keep it that way.
EDIT: Fixed typo of level
Fixed Bardic Musics per day number.
EDIT spells per day
EDIT wand charges update
lol between the two of us beware knowledge!