[b][url=http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=593746]Cecelia[/url][/b]
[i]Elf - Drow Rogue 1 TN[/i]

[b]AC[/b] 14 [b]HP[/b] 8 [b]Speed[/b] 30ft

[b]Str[/b] 8 (-1) [b]Dex[/b] 17 (3) [b]Con[/b] 10 (0) [b]Wis[/b] 12 (1) [b]Int[/b] 11 (0) [b]Cha[/b] 16 (3)

[b]Attacks[/b]
[b]Rapier[/b] +3 1d6+3
[b]Dagger[/b] +3 1d4+3
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Sneak attack (+1d6 damage to someone with advantage)

Thieves' Cant

Expertise - Sneak and Sleight of Hand

Background (bare bones atm): Cecelia was a Spymaster, but her organization was scattered due to monsters. She's looking for a central base to reestablish her organization and create contacts for a more improved Spy network
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[b][url=http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=600802][h3]Kala[/h3][/url][/b]
[i]High Elf Psion - Battlemind 1 TN[/i]

[b]AC[/b] 15 [b]HP[/b] 10 [b]Speed[/b] 30ft

[b]Str[/b] 10 (0) [b]Dex[/b] 16 (3) [b]Con[/b] 12 (1) [b]Wis[/b] 15 (2) [b]Int[/b] 16 (3) [b]Cha[/b] 12 (1)

[b]Attacks[/b]
[b]Dagger[/b] +5 1d4+3
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Mentality Points: 2/2

Augmentations:
Mind's Eye - 1 pt; Int mod for Perception
Fortress - 2 pts; add Int mod to AC and Saves (1 turn)

Kala had been living in the nearby forest for almost all his life, and it has been almost a century since he had realized his Psionic aptitude. He'd been training in the arts of Wizardry when it happened. He meant to cast a Wizard-class spell, but it came out wrong. The fire looked blue, and not acting like fire either. It looked ethereal and fluid. He was banished. The tribal elders knew that it was a type of psychic ability, which his people shunned. Having nowhere else to go, he took his magical implement and left.

After training himself in psionics, his crystal started talking to him. The crystal started to be his only friend and companion, speaking words of encouragement and advice. After countless years of wandering, surviving, and thriving in the wilderness, Kala found that it was his true home. Then, he found them. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was. The trees. The grass. Everything felt... dirty. He soon discovered the horrid creatures that made the forest dirty. They started to overwhelm him when Cryn, his crystal, suggesting running and finding others to help. As much as he disliked others, he knew Cryn was right. He had to find help. He's been wandering closer and closer to the Morges (unintentionally) ever since.