Character: The Jade Canary (Jade)
Player: Weasel
Class: Monk (d8)
Level: 8 (27000xp)
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Size: Medium
Gender: Female
Height/Weight: 5'7", 125lbs
Eyes: Black
Hair: Shoulder-length Black
Skin: Tan
Age: 25 (Middle/Old/Venerable/Max: 35/53/70/81)
Patron Deity/Religion: All and None...
Region: Damara
12STR +1
18DEX +4 (16DEX + 2 Item)
12CON +1
14INT +2
16WIS +3
10CHA +0
53HP (9+44+8 Feat)
20AC, 18TAC, 16FFAC (10 + 4DEX + 2 Armor + 1 Monk + 3WIS)
+7FORT (6 Base + 1CON)
+10RFLX (6 Base + 4DEX)
+11WILL (6 Base + 3 WIS + 2 Feat)
+4 Initiative (4DEX)
+11/+6/+1 Melee Attack
+11/+6/+1 Ranged Attack
Weapon Proficiency (Club, Light and Heavy Crossbow, Dagger, Handaxe, Javelin, Kama, Nunchaku, Quarterstaff, Sai, Shuriken, Siangham, Sling)
Armor Proficiency (None)
Shield Proficiency (None)
**Current Weapon/Armor Loadout**Unarmed Strike: +12/+7/+2 Attack, 1d10+1 20/x2, Bludgeoning
-Flurry of Blows: +11/+11/+7/+2
Masterwork Silvered Kama: +11/+7/+2 Attack, 1d6+1 20/x2, Slashing
Sling: +11/+7/+2 Attack, 1d4+1 20/x2, 50ft Bludgeoning
Bracers of Armor +2: +2AC
Ribbon of Dexterity +2: +2DEX
**Skills** (77pts)
*Balance: 10 (4 Ranks + 4DEX + 2 Synergy)
*Climb: 10 (9 Ranks + 1STR)
*Concentration: 3 (2 Ranks + 1CON)
*Diplomacy: 2 (0CHA + 2 Synergy)
*Escape Artist: 5 (1 Rank + 4DEX)
*Hide: 10 (6 Ranks + 4DEX)
*Jump: 16 (5 Ranks + 1STR + 2 Synergy + 8 Speed)
*Knowledge (arcana): 5 (3 Ranks + 2INT)
*Knowledge (religion): 5 (3 Ranks + 2INT)
*Listen: 10 (7 Ranks + 3WIS)
*Move Silently: 12 (8 Ranks + 4DEX)
*Perform ()
*Profession ()
*Sense Motive: 10 (7 Ranks + 3WIS)
*Spot: 10 (7 Ranks + 3WIS)
Survival: 5 (4 Ranks +3WIS)
*Swim: 2 (1 Rank + 1STR)
*Tumble: 12 (6 Ranks + 4DEX + 2 Synergy)
**Abilities**[Class] Flurry of Blows
[Class] Evasion
[Class] Fast Movement: +20ft speed
[Class] Still Mind: +2 vs enchantment spells and effects
[Class] Ki Strike: Unarmed strike counts as magical
[Class] Slow Fall: 40ft
[Class] Purity of Body: Immunity to all natural diseases
[Class] Wholeness of Body: Heal twice monk level throughout the day
**Feats**[Regional] Bullheaded: +2 to all WILL saves. Cannot become shaken and ignore its effects
[Class] Improved Unarmed Strike
(1st)Improved Toughness: Bonus equal to HD to HP
(1st)Combat Expertise: Take up to -5 penalty on attack for equal amount to AC
[Bonus] Stunning Fist: DC17 FORT 8/day attack to stun once per round
(3rd)Weapon Finesse
[Bonus] Combat Reflexes: +2 AoO per round. Can make AoO while flat-footed
(6th)Weapon Focus (unarmed)
[Bonus] Improved Trip: No AoO and +4 on attempt
**All Gear** (Equipped or not)Heward's Handy Haversack: 2000gp, 5lb (120lb total capacity)
-Flint & steel: 1gp, 0lb
-Rations (2): 1gp, 2lb
-Waterskin: 1gp, 4lb
-Caltrops (2): 2gp, 4lb
-Anti-toxin (2): 100gp, 0lb
-Sunrod (5): 10gp, 5lb
-TangleFoot Bag (2): 100gp, 8lb
-ThunderStone (2): 60gp, 2lb
-Alchemist Fire (5): 100gp, 5lb
-Cure Light Wounds potion (4): 200gp
-Mage Armor potion (2): 100gp
-Magic Fang potion (2): 100gp
-Masterwork Silvered Kama: 322gp, +1 Attack, 1d6 20/x2, 2lb, Slashing
-255pp, 3gp: 5.1lb
Cure Serious Wounds potion: 750gp
Cure Moderate Wounds potion (2): 600gp
Bracers of Armor +2: 4000gp, 1lb
Ribbon of Dexterity +2: 4000gp, 0lb
Sling: 0gp, 1d4 20/x2, 50ft, 0lb, Bludgeoning
-Bullets (20): 10lb
Total Value/Weight: 15000gp (2553gp cash), 16lbs
[One Round] Walk: 50ft | Hustle: 100ft | Run(x3): 150ft | Run(x4): 200ft
[One Minute] Walk: 500ft | Hustle: 1000ft | Run(x3): 1500ft | Run(x4): 2000ft
[One Hour] Walk: 5 miles | Hustle: 10 miles
[One Day] Walk: 40 miles
Light Load: 43lbs | Medium Load: 86lbs | Heavy Load: 130lbs
Lift Over Head: 130lbs | Lift Off Ground: 260lbs | Push or Drag: 650lbs
**Languages**Common
Damarian
Chondathn
Orc
The chime of a bell alerts the patrons of the Bottomless Cup of new customer. Most of the men sitting at the tables look up curiously. Most eyes shift away quickly, but some linger and stare. Her face is both pretty but hard, and easily recognizable as Damarian. Her raven black hair matches the depths of her eyes. She wears a red and black, knee-lengthed jacket, over a bright green mandarin-styled shirt and black pants. She looks confident and calm. She stands motionless, but appears to survey the tavern and it's occupants.
She notices two men stand next to the bar. One tall, obviously strong while the other is just the opposite, and neither notice the new arrival. A waitress near the back, sitting on the lap of a fat man, begins to kakkle as if she'd just heard a joke. As she rocks with laughter one of her tits escape her blouse and only causes more laughter. The rest of the tables are back to their plates and drink. The strong man at the bar has now noticed the lady in red and his jaw drops. He turns to his friend to boast and propose. The lady's grin is nearly invisible.
Decending the necessary two steps, she walks towards the bar. Nearing the first table, the man sitting there looks up and notices her eyes appear closed. The next table holds two men eating meat and cheese. The next is larger holding a party that is well into its cups and merry. The table beyond this has a single occupant, looking down with nothing in front of him but his hands. In the blink of an eye, this man is out of his chair, and in one fluid motion, leaps from his table into the air. An obvious assault.
At that same moment, a knife is thrown. Chunks of meat drop off the blade as it cuts through the air. The thrower is already reaching for another knife as the other man sitting there makes his first step towards his target. The aim of the thrown blade is perfect.
Never turning her head she instinctively shifts her body letting the blade fly safely past no more than a foot from her ear. It's path, now directly in conflict with the flying attacker, causes him to make a mid-air adjustment and ruins any chance he had of success. Too fast to see, her foot connects fully with the mans ribcage. His momentum is halted and his 'flight' is over. From the sound, a few of the ribs are broken and he falls painfully.
The large party at the nearest table takes notice, and turns their attention accordingly.
The other attacker, presses on undetered. His eyes narrow and he closes the final distance. She turns to face his attack with a tight grin on her lips. He throws a punch, but it is swatted away as if it were an insect. His other hand, holding a long knife, flashes forward. She steps into his attack and bows forward, just to the side of the man. Her foot follows her body, and with her heel strikes the man full in the face. Staggering back a step he reaches for his nose. She follows his step and delivers a front kick that sends him crashing back into his table. The only one still standing, now with panic in his eyes, throws his second blade.
"Hmm."Charging forward and avoiding the incoming knife, she takes another step and soars over the table. Desperately the man throws up a pathetic defense. Unblocked, she punches the man brutally in the chest. Specifically the heart. Pain shoots across his face as he grabs for his chest. He falls backwards and crashes into an empty chair.
Gasps and shuffling chairs can be heard amoung the patrons. The large party all cheer and jostle. One beats his mug against the table.
Quickly turning around, she sees the other two men trying to find their feet. The first assailant stands, but only limps in pain. The second looks steady enough, but after quick glances to his allies decides not to act immediately.
"You leave now with your lives, only so you will remember this defeat..." she says letting the words hang heavily in the air.
"Go! And take this one with you."Thinking for only a moment, the man walks around the table to the heap lying in the floor still wrought with pain. She takes two slow steps away as the men gather themselves. She watches the three limp out of the Bottomless Cup knowing they will remember this night.
Another grin flashes across her lips before she turns and finishes her journey to the bar. When she arrives she remains standing and places her hands together on the bartop. Her hands appear to be wrapped in white, embroidered ribbon. The jaw of the strong man drops again. Now standing only feet away, he is shocked what this figure has accomplished in the two minutes since she'd walked through the door. The large group is still loud and full of excitement, but begin to take their seats.
A bartender, also of Damarian heritage, grabs a bottle and walks over to where she stands leaning over the bar. He puts the bottle down in front of her, and sets two glasses next to it. She takes the bottle, pours one glass half full, and the other only fills the bottom. She takes the first and sips.
"Amatuers." she says after setting the glass down.
"It's almost insulting." he replies casually.
"Hmm."The keep turns his head and sees the strong man still staring. With a look, the barkeep makes the strong man and his friend move farther down the bar.
"The arrangements have all been made."
the barkeep says turning his attention back to the woman in front of him.
"Good." ***********
The next morning, at dawn, she boards a ship named The Oyster and soon finds herself cutting across the water towards Cormyr.
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