The City of Lanterns
Greedy, self-absorbed elemental sorceress of the earth and inveterate liar
Female Human Sorcerer 3 (Elemental: Earth) XP: 7915
NE Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses: Perception +2
AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+2 dex, +4 armor [force])
hp 26 (3d6+12)
Fort +6, Ref +5, Will +7;
Spiked Gauntlet (left), +1 ATT, 1d4×2, Piercing, 1 lb Ranged
n/a Special Attacks: Elemental Ray
Height: 5’11, Weight 155 lbs; Age: 17
Alignment: Neutral Evil; HP: 26
STR: 10, DEX: 15, CON: 18, INT: 12, WIS: 14, CHR: 20
BAB: +1; Speed: 30 ft; Initiative: +2
Languages: Common, Terran, Undercommon
Feats: Eschew Materials, Skill Focus (Craft – Alchemy), Lightning Reflexes, Iron Will
Skills: Bluff +11, Craft (Alchemy) +10, Knowledge (Local) +2, Linguistics +2, Spellcraft +5, Use Magic Device +9, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +2
Bloodline Arcana: Whenever Mreelana casts a spell that deals energy damage, she can change the type of damage to acid damage.
Elemental Ray: As a standard action, Mreelana can target a foe with an acid ray as a standard action. Range 30ft., 1d6+1 damage, usable 8 times per day.
Resilient: +1 to Fortitude saves
Spells: 0 – n/a; 1st – 7
0 – Acid Splash, Arcane Mark, Light, Detect Magic, Mage Hand
1 – Magic Missile, Mage Armor, Charm Person, Acid[Burning] Hands
Magic Items: Potions – Remove Fear, Cure Light Wounds (4); Wand of Magic Missiles (3rd) – 5 charges; Scrolls – Cure Light Wounds
Non-magical Equipment: Backpack (2 lbs), Flasks (5 – 7.5 lbs), Acid Flasks (3 – 3 lbs), Belt Pouch (1 lb), Everburning Torch (1 lb), Sunrods (2 – 2 lbs), Acid Flasks (2 – 2 lbs), Masterwork Potion Belt
Wealth: 5 pp, 296 gp, 12 sp, 6 cp; Gems: Five 100 gp diamonds, 100 gp red garnet
Encumbrance: 24.5 lbs; 33 lbs/34-66 lbs/67-100 lbs
As the Goblinoid Wars swept across the nation of Isger, they left thousands of orphans in their wake. One of those orphans was Mreelana, a spoiled little girl living in obscene luxury on a beautiful county estate. The daughter of the renowned noble lord Sulla Grutenacht, Mreelana’s every desire was granted and every whim was indulged.
On Mreelana’s eighth birthday, as rain poured from the sky, goblins swarmed the countryside. The Goblinoid Wars had arrived. The Grutenach estate was sacked and its inhabitants slaughtered. Fortunately, the goblin hordes never found Mreelana, as she buried herself in the thick mud of a riverbank. The soft, cool mud caressed her body and calmed her mind. She drifted off to sleep, utterly forsaking her family.
When the carnage subsided, Mreelana awoke and emerged from her muddy bastion, entering an uncaring, chaotic world all alone. Bathing infrequently, she preferred to wander the countryside covered in dirt and mud. Tales abounded of a strange witch child running through the fields, smothered in mud and laughing wildly.
Mreelana soon learned to fend for herself, ever distrustful of others. She fed herself with whatever the countryside provided and lodged in the earth, whether it be loose dirt, grainy sand or soft mud. Others frustrated her, as they seemed to merely be obstacles to her self-indulgence and greed. When she was not avoiding the intelligent races of the world, she enjoyed a new game: lying at every opportunity, whether it brought her gain or not. Dishonesty became her favorite amusement.
As she blossomed into womanhood, Mreelana shed her childish ways and assumed a clean, well-groomed appearance. Her long, curly hair grew bright red and her eyes a vibrant green. Her skin was fair and pale, contrasted by the earth tones she wore – rusty reds, all manner of browns, dark blackish-grays and deep greens. Her love of the earth never subsided, and she wallowed in baths of mud whenever she could.
Mreelana also developed a talent for alchemy, particularly the creation of acid. She loved its caustic properties, fascinated by how it dissolved metal or scalded away skin. More than a few overzealous suitors and suspicious guards were disfigured by Mreelana’s special brews, and their sale provided her a decent living.
So, the dishonest, devious princess of the earth wandered Isger, pampering herself, practicing her craft and sowing lies like seeds. That is until she had the misfortune of meeting Paralictor Jorna Rourk of the Hellknight Order of the Brand. She caught more than his eye as his platoon marched past her on its way to the Prison Mines of Isger. When Mreelana refused his advances, he threw her to the ground in anger. Just as his troops began to snicker at her, Mreelana flew into a rage, leapt up from the ground and emptied a vile of her latest acidic masterpiece into Rourk’s codpiece.
Rourk, despite being in horrible pain, beat Mreelana mercilessly. That beating, however, was insufficient payment for the loss of Rourk’s manhood and his battered ego. Mreelana had just confirmed her invitation to a life of hard labor in the mines . . . .