Kevans Carrion Crown
Changling - Sorcerer
Name: Angeica Graves
Race: Changeling (Annis Hag)
Class: Barbarian 1, Ranger (Shapeshifter) 3, Sorcerer 1, Dragon Disciple 4
Attack Bonus: 2
Attack Melee: 7
Attack Ranged: 3
CMD: 27 (26FF)
Languages: Common, Draconic
Skills: Knowledge (Arcana) +8, Knowledge (Dungeon) +12, Perception +8, Spellcraft +8, Use Magic Device +16
Traits: Magical Knack (Sorcerer), Inspired By Greatness (Corrosive Touch}
Feats: Aspect of the beast (claws), Eldritch Claws, Extra Rage, Improved Natural Attack, Power Attack, Toughness, Arcane Armor Training, , Eschew Materials, Weapon Pro (Martial & Simple), Armor Pro (Light & Medium)
Class Abilities: Fast Movement +10’, Rage, Favored Enemy (Undead +2), Natural Weapon Combat Style, Form of Dragon, Draconic (Black), Claws, Natural Armor +1, Ability Boost (Str +4), Dragoon Bite, Breath Weapon, Dragon Resistances (Acid 5, Nat Armor +1)
Spells: Detect Undead, Disrupt Undead, Mage Hand, Read Magic, Root, Touch of Fatigue, Corrosive Touch, Enlarge Person, Mage Armor, Shield, Bull’s Strength, Resist Energy,
Being a “freak” I was abandoned as a child and lived most of my young life on the streets of Magnimar. It was rough, but I made do. One a day an elf women found me and offered me a better life. She said “one with talent such as mine should not waste it living like this”. She and her husband took me in, soon becoming apart of their family. Not sure why I was adopted by my elf parents, never worried about asking because they loved me like one of their own. My mother wanted me to go to school for magic, said she I had innate magical talent. By spending most if not all of my time in school I never really got ridiculed for being a changeling. Studying magic, I was the least of the weird things we saw. In my 6th year of study Professor Lorrimor came to teach at the school. I spent 2 years with the Professor, learning many things magic related and otherwise. He is the one that helped me ignore the calling from my Hag mother by embracing my heritage.
During my studies magic always came naturally to me, but I always wanted to pick up a sword or fight with my natural claws, like my father and brother. Something about getting your hands dirty appealed to me. The teachers didn’t want me using barbaric things like a sword. When my brother passed away due to sickness, I left my studies behind and went off on my own to live as a hired sword. About a year later my old friend, Professor Lorrimor passed away.
I now travel to Ustalav for his funeral. And with the task of finding a way to combine magic and fighting by sword, imagine the power one would have under their control.
Not too long into my studies I received the letter that Professor Lorrimor had passed, with a sad heart I head to Ustalav for his funeral.
I traveled home to find that my mother had come down with the same sickness that took my brothers life. Many nights I sent by my mothers side taking care of her, she seemed to be getting better.
There was a few nights I was not able to be there and she got worse. One night I was on my way to her room when I heard some noise coming from her room. I went in to find my father over her, when he looked up at me I saw the blood around his mouth and his fangs. My father was a vampire…when, how, why?
With speed I never saw before he was on me. Throwing me to the ground, crashing into a table and sinking his fangs into me. I could feel the life draining out of me, death was close and coming for me, it went black.
When I woke there was a women laying next to me and I was weak and covered in blood. Picking myself up and checking the women, she was dead. I had no recall of what happened here or who she was. Fearing that this was all my fault I ran and didn’t look back.
I ran out of town and into the wilderness. I had no intention of returning to the city. Instinct took over I was like a animal, I let the the beast take over me.
I am not sure how long I lived like that when I finally got a handle on myself. Still had no intention of returning to the city, so I lived in the forest. While hunting a stag It took me deep into the swampy part of the forest. What I didn’t know is that the swamp was home to a black dragon.
The dragon swooped down on me pinning me to the ground with one of his huge claws. Roaring it raised a claw to strike me down, but it stopped. He put his snout down to my face and looked into my eyes and he spoke.
Surprised I could understand him, it was Draconic. He said I had his blood in him and I was he daughter? I explained that I had no clue what he was talking about. With a claw he cut a symbol in me forehead and then sucked in some air and let out his breath on me! It washed over me igniting the dragon blood that was in me…unlocking what I had forgotten for close to 6 months. He told me to be well and harness the dragon that was in me. Then he was off into the air. I remembered everything. Mother being sick, father being a vampire and attacking me and mother saving my life with her dying breath.
Returning home to find it empty and abandoned, I broke in and started searching. I found a hidden room that my father used as a private study. Inside I discovered that my father had been a vampire for many many years and was part of The Whispering Way. Was that why The Professor came to teach me? I also found my father old suit of armor, items, and much of his funds he had hidden away. Taking all I could I needed to get back to Ustalv and rejoin my companions, for I fear they are going to need all the help they can get.