Kalib Ipswitch

Misunderstood, Brutal, Conflicted are the words that best describe Kalib


Kalib Ipswitch

male tiefling Sor 1/Summoner 2
CN Outsider (native)
Init +3; Senses Darkvision 60 ft.; Peception +3

AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 12 (Dex +3, Nat +2)
hp 27 (1d6 and 2d8+Favored class???)
Resist Cold, Fire, Electricity 5
Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +6

Speed 30 ft.
Melee Mwk Sawtooth Sabre +4 (1d8+2/19-20)
Special Attacks: Claws +3/+3 (1d4+2),
Spell-like abilities (CL 2)
1/d – Darkness

Spells Known: Sor (CL 3)
1st (x/d)- Power Word Pain, Comprehend Languages
0 (at will)- Acid Splash, Detect Magic, Disrupt Undead, Prestidigitation
Spells Known: Sum (CL 2)
1st (x/d) Mage Armor, Shield, Magic Fang
0 (at will) – Arcane Mark, Mending, Read Magic, Message, Mage Hand
Str 14, Dex 16, Con 16, Int 14, Wis 12, Chr 15
BAB +1, CMB +3, CMD 16
Feats: Eschew Materials, Demonic Skin, Cloak of Chaos
Skills: Acrobatics +4 Bluff +8 Intimidate +6 Knowledge Arcana +7 Knowledge Planes +6 Linguistics +7, Perception +7 Profession Gambler +6 Spellcraft +7
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Infernal, Elven, Draconic, Undercommon
SQ: Fiendish Sorcery, Magical Knack (trait), Summon Monster I (3+chr mod / day), Eidolon, Life Link, Bonded Senses
Gear:Sawtooth Sabre, Starknife, Backpack, Signet Ring (Family Crest, Currently Lost), waterskin, whetstone, 2 Belt Pouches, 50’ silk rope, Grappling hook, 3 acid flasks, Good Ale(Gallon), Explorer Outfit


Kalib is a 22 year old male although most wouldn’t agree on his race. He has Orange eyes that reflect light, pale skin and reddish brown hair and goatee. Rough scaly patches cover his neck, torso, arms and legs which he tries desperately to keep hidden beneath his large black robe with an over sized hood and arms all adorned with red accents. Large muscular hands end with deadly talons just more evidence that his blood is tainted with the Abyss. The inner struggle Kalib battles with every day will never end. When he uses magic the evil inside him rises to the surface. In combat he is vicious almost enraged. Kalib’s biggest fear is that the evil inside him will one day consume him. A native of Isger he saw opportunity in a raid on a spice merchant leaving town. What he didnt know is that the merchant had powerful friends in Isger. In an attempt to fence the spices Kalib was led into an alley and beaten unconscious. When he woke up he was on his way to the prison mines. It took 2 weeks of another prisoners mockery before Kalib’s tainted blood reared its ugly head. With both hands bound in manacles in a single swipe of his claws Kalib removed most of the mans face. When Kalib came to he was locked in solitary confinement with barely a memory of the event. He remembered striking out at the prisoner intent on throwing the man a beating. When the guards finally brought food into his cell he over heard one say “they couldnt identify his victim, had to figure it out by who wasn’t in their cell after dinner. His entire head was just a mass of pulp”

Kalib Ipswitch

The City of Lanterns Kalib