Waine
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 12
- Constitution
- 30
- Dexterity
- 15
- Intelligence
- 12
- Strength
- 18
- Wisdom
- 12
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Starting equipment
- "I… I… I'm… Wa… Waine," he manages at last. His eyes are wide, so wide they look like they might fall out of h
- Waine looks at his feet, perplexed. He moves his toes as though trying to feel out the inside of an invisible
- "Traders... We... We're traders, Leksen and me! We..." Waine waves his hand vaguely. As he relaxes, he starts
- Waine jumps up and breaks into a sprint, headed straight toward the woods.
- "HE-e-e-e-elp!" The man's scream subsides as he finally notices your presence.
- "We last came a month ago, left him some supplies. We were riding back today, and we wanted to stop and pick u
- "This mage has a bunch of traps around his house — scares off the trolls, you see. He even put a warning sign
- "I... I'll try. Just... stay near, please. Maybe hold my hand. Or... could you carry me? Please? Could you?"
- "Ahhh!" Waine breaks into a sprint. He stumbles, gets back on his feet, and continues to run without looking b
- "I have nothing to give as a reward. I never made it to the mage's house, after all. And now I never will! To
- Waine contemplates your words for a moment before a new fear falls across his face. But this time, instead of
- "Dead? That's awful! May Pharasma save his soul. What a horrible day..."
- "You're evil! Pure evil! Go away! Someone will rescue me eventually! You'll see!" Waine resumes his previous y
- "Dead? That's awful! May Pharasma save his soul. Yes, Leksen bought this brooch for his wife, said it was a bi
- "Everything's crumbling around me. Groetus, embrace my soul."
- "Th-th-thank you!" Waine's teeth are still chattering, but he seems to be focusing better. "Thank you! You sav
- "But... How can I go on living, if there's no sense in it?"
- "Horrible day, what a horrible day! Pharasma, save my soul."
- Waine stares at you blankly for a moment, then shrugs. "Four hours? Maybe more..."
- "I... I... can't! I can't do it, you understand? What if I fall, or stumble, or bump my head on a branch? Anyt
- "Th-th-thank you!" Waine's teeth are still chattering, but he seems to be focusing better. "Never run like tha
- Waine stares at you silently for a moment, then nods.
- "But I didn't stick to the road! I thought I saw something glittering in the underbrush. Soon as I approached
- "HELP! HELP!" The young man yells, even though you're right in front of him.