Seferdah Halam
Seferdah Halam
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| Race: Human (Variant), Class: Cleric 1 (Knowledge)/Wizard 2 (Divination) Background: Sage, Alignment: Neutral Good Patron Deity: Aureaon Factions: {{{Factions}}} |
Ability Scores
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| Strength 15 (+2), Dexterity 16 (+3), Constitution 18 (+4); Intelligence 18 (+4), Wisdom 16 (+3), Charisma 16 (+3) |
Proficiencies
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| Bonus: +2 Saving Throws: Wisdom & Charisma Skills: Arcana (Int), History (Int), Insight (Wis), Investigation (Int), Nature (Int), Perception (Wis), Religion (Int) Tools: none Languages: Common, Elvish, Dwarvish, Primordial, Draconic, Celestial Armor: Light, Medium armor, shields Weapons: Simple weapons |
Traits
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| Researcher • Spellcasting (Cleric), Divine Domain (Knowledge), Blessing of Knowledge • Spell Casting (Wizard), Spellbook, Arcane Recovery, Arcane Tradition (Divination), Portent |
Feats
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| Magic Initiative (Warlock) |
Combat
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| Attacks: • Eldritch Blast: +5, 1d10 Force, Range (120) • Attack Spell (Wis): +5 • Attack Spell (Int): +6 • Mace: +4, 1D6+2 bludgeoning • Light crossbow: +5, 1d8+3 piercing Armor Class: 18, Initiative: +2, Speed: 30 ft Hit Points: 28, Hit Dice: 1d8/2d6 |
Social
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| Personality Traits: There’s nothing I like more than a good mystery. I see omens in every event and action. The gods try to
speak to us, we just need to listen |
Origin
One day like any other Seferdah was cataloging scrolls. His family business bought and sold them, and a new shipment had come in from scavengers of the desert. One scroll in particular caught his eye, as it seemed less weathered than the rest. Looking carefully at it he could see it was sealed in wax with a remarkable seal, full of tiny writing. He took a magnifying glass and began to decipher the tiny script. It was written in Primordial, and reminded him of an ancient poem he had read just a week before. Absentmindedly he began reciting the poem out loud, and to his shock the writing began to pulse and glow, melting the wax. The scroll unfurled itself and caught on fire, the smoke filling the room then coalescing into a furious whirlwind with a figure in the middle. Seferdah trembled in fear as he realized this was a djinn of old. Remembering the last words of the ancient poem, Seferdah said in Primordial, "O, Shining Swift Wind of the Desert, hear my plea and have mercy on this mortal!" At the words the djinn stiffened and the air in the room grew very still. "My apologies for my rudeness. You invoke the compacts of old, and I must reply in kind. You have freed me from a dread servitude, and you certainly deserve a boon. You shall have the Blessing of Head, Hands, and Heart." And the djinn moved to Seferdah then and grabbed his hands. In Seferdah's left hand the djinn bound a wind to help, and in the right a wind to harm. The djinn then bent forward and the air contained a thousand distant voices. In Seferdah's left ear the djinn whispered the secret of a Curse to thwart his enemies. In his right he whispered the secret of Prophecy. But this secret was too much for Sefardah's mind, and it escaped into his dreams, where it remains to this day. The djinn then moved towards Seferdah's heart and a look of surprise crossed his face. "I...cannot! Your heart, it is pure!" And with a final look of consternation the djinn grew more and more misty, until nothing remained.
Traits
Racial Traits
- Stat Bonuses: +1 STR, +1 CON
- Gain Feat: Grants one extra feat. (Magic Initiate (Warlock))
- Gain Skill: Grants one extra skill. (Perception)
