Here's the first pass at my sorceress.
She's quite a bit less complicated than most of what we've seen so far, but should be reasonably blasty ...
Lady Lillian Firestorm - PL 8
Strength 0, Stamina 0, Agility 1, Dexterity 1, Fighting 0, Intellect 2, Awareness 2, Presence 2
Assessment, Benefit, Status: Minor noble in Delastaran, Equipment 1, Evasion 2, Improved Aim, Improved Critical 4: evocations, Improved Initiative, Instant Up, Luck 2, Move-by Action, Precise Attack (Ranged, Concealment), Precise Attack (Ranged, Cover), Ranged Attack 7
Expertise: Languages (Demonic) 1 (+3), Expertise: Languages (Draconic) 1 (+3), Expertise: Languages (Elven) 1 (+3), Expertise: Languages (Sorcerer) 1 (+3), Expertise: Magic 9 (+11), Expertise: Monster Lore 8 (+10), Insight 8 (+10), Perception 8 (+10)
Arcane sight: Senses 1 (Awareness: Magical (visual))
. . Elemental Arrows: Blast 8 (DC 23; Multiattack, Variable Descriptor 2: broad group - any elemental)
. . Elemental Burst: Burst Area Blast 8 (DC 23; Burst Area: 30 feet radius sphere, Variable Descriptor 2: broad group - any elemental)
. . Firestorm: Cylinder Area Blast 8 (fire, DC 23; Cylinder Area: 30 feet cylinder, Incurable, Selective; Reduced Range: close)
. . Orb of Force: Blast 8 (DC 23; Affects Insubstantial 2: full rank, Penetrating 8)
Sorceress' Robes (Removable (indestructible))
. . Dimensional Pockets: Feature 1 (Notes: Lillian can carry all her things in the pockets of her robes)
. . Sorcerous Defenses: Enhanced Trait 25 (Traits: Fortitude +8 (+8), Dodge +8 (+9), Parry +9 (+9))
. . Sorcerous resilience: Protection 7 (+7 Toughness)
. . Sorcerous Style: Feature 1 (Notes: Lillian's robes are always clean)
. . Blink: Teleport 3 (250 feet in a move action, carrying 50 lbs.; Change Direction, Change Velocity, Turnabout)
. . Fly: Flight 4 (Speed: 30 miles/hour, 500 feet/round; Increased Mass)
. . Linked Portal: Teleport 10 (Carry 3200 lbs.; Extended: 1000 miles in 2 move actions, Increased Mass 6; Activation 2: standard action, Limited: Can only teleport to teleportation circles, Limited to Extended, Unreliable (5 uses))
Knife, Standard Adventurer's Kit 2
Elemental Arrows: Blast 8, +8 (DC 23)
Elemental Burst: Burst Area Blast 8 (DC 23)
Firestorm: Cylinder Area Blast 8 (DC 23)
Grab, +0 (DC Spec 10)
Knife, +0 (DC 16)
Orb of Force: Blast 8, +8 (DC 23)
Throw, +8 (DC 15)
Unarmed, +0 (DC 15)
Fame: Daughter of a sorcerer who died defending Delastaran from an attack and who was posthumously knighted for his deeds, people were expecting greatness of her even before it was clear she'd inherited his talents. She spent much of her early career far from her home kingdom trying to escape his shadow.
Motivation: Recognition: Lillian wants to be known as a great sorceress in her own right, not just her father's daughter. To some extent, she has achieved this, but at least right now it is said she might match her father's raw power, but not his mastery of magic.
Native Language (human)
Dodge 9/1, Parry 9/0, Fortitude 8/0, Toughness 7, Will 8
Abilities 16 + Powers 69 + Advantages 24 + Skills 10 (37 ranks) + Defenses 6 = 125 (5 points banked)
Background: I know Maarken Firestorm was a great man, but in truth I saw him very little in the decade between my birth and his death. My parents had been young adventures in love -- a dashing swordswoman and a charismatic sorcerer -- who had not thought to bother with charms preventing pregnancy. My conception led to a hasty marriage, and my mother spending the first two years of my life at home with me. After six months, she had accepted a position with the town guard and her mother became my primary caregiver. After another year and a half she took the road with my father again. They would return home every few months or so, send letters and gold more often -- my grandparents' home acquired some small luxuries, then a full time servant, then became a small manor fit for a minor noble as their fortunes advanced -- but I was six years old before I realized the people who appeared occasionally bearing gifts were my parents. And it was only shortly before my father's death that I realized two of the principals of the Flame Blade Company whose adventures were told by every other bard were my parents. My mother says the tales exaggerated less than most.
The first time my life abruptly changed was when the demon sorceress Ravenna decided to attack my home city. Possibly it was my parents' fault to some degree; they had accepted a commission to derail some of her plans, and had been quite successful. But our king was openly her enemy as well, and our kingdom blocked further expansion of her domains. My parents had been far from home, but one of the less well-known sorcerous gifts in the Firestorm line is an affinity for transportation magic; when they learned of the pending attack, they had been at the teleportation circle at the wizards' guild -- they are not particularly fond of sorcerers as an organization, but they still let us use their circles -- within hours. And while armies clashed, Maarken Firestorm dueled the demon sorceress, and at the end of the day both of them were dead beyond any hope of revival. Which led to my father's posthumous title, my confirmation as his heir, my mother becoming captain of the Royal Guard, and me seeing her quite a lot more.
I think she was a little upset that swordplay never interested me. And the bloodlines of sorcery are not easily predictable save that children of two sorcerers nearly always inherit some talent and children of one do fairly often. If my fathers' talents had not manifested, I likely would have studied wizardry; magic fascinated me, from the first time my father made flames dance for me. I do not think I would have been content to simply find a suitable husband and manage an estate.
Still, the second time my life abruptly changed was when I accidentally set a table on fire at 14, and so showed that I had inherited my father's sorcery. My mother hired a retired sorceress to teach me the art rather than sending for one of my father's relatives. Perhaps there was a reason beyond their home base being far from the city I grew up in, but the handful of Firestorm cousins I have met in my travels gave me no clues. I did not meet any of my father's relatives as a child, that is certain. My tutor was quite skilled in teaching me how to channel my natural magic, so within a few years I was casting actual spells rather than playing with unformed blobs of elemental power summoned unwittingly.
But I did not handle the expectations of being the next great Firestorm sorcerer well; at eighteen, I fled the city with the first adventuring company that would have me and put my budding talents to work. My mother cannot complain that I failed to add to the family fortune in my early days; a share of the treasure hordes of many a bandit, warlord, demon, and perhaps a few orc tribes that were not actually bandits but did have enemies that paid well came into my possession. And I sent much of it home; I acquired some fine clothes and -- for a rather greater expense -- commissioned a heavily enchanted sorcerer's robe, but found few other uses for coin despite the effort I put into acquiring it.
Eventually that band split (likely fortunately for me) and after some wandering with short-term partners I fell in with a perhaps somewhat less mercenary group in need of an arcanist. It was in their company that most of what you may have heard of me happened. This is their story.
Human Female Sorcerer
Age 25; 5' 2"; brown hair, blue eyes, ~115 lbs
Fairly slender, about average height for a human female, usually dressed in sorcerer's robes and carrying little else obviously due to the enchantments on her combat robes.
1) I normally don't write in-character in first person (especially for a character of the opposite gender and not much more than half my age), but Lillian's story came to me that way.
The first time I attracted much attention in my own right, rather than as Maarken Firestorm's daughter was probably after the defeat of Caleb Mooncaster, a bandit and wizard who had been having considerable success raiding the trade caravans that had begun serving the northern kingdom again a few years earlier. While Ravenna the Demon Sorceress had held sway north of the border, trade in the north had been limited a handful of merchants that traded in the most essential goods and hired highly skilled adventures for their protection. After her death, the volume of trade grew considerably, but the level of protection the merchants hired had decreased notably, and Caleb had seen an opportunity. But a single season of this had convinced the merchant's council he needed to be dealt with. And they had hired Tellan Stonecutter's band for the job.
With nearly a decade on the road, I am well aware that Tellan is perhaps less picky than other mercenaries in the jobs he accepts. There are tasks he will not perform, but he sets his limits farther out than some. I would note Tellan's clan was impoverished, and like many a dwarf in similar situations, he felt it was his duty to help as much as he could and if that meant accepting some quesitonable jobs among non-dwarves, that was a reasonable trade-off. He certainly kept little of the wealth we earned for himself, and as captain his share was certainly greater than a junior sorceress. Shyra Weaver -- the dark elf acolyte of the Lady of Shadows and rather skilled archer and trapsmith who was Tellan's second -- was the only one of us who delighted in coin for its own sake. The final member of the crew was Tellan's younger brother Prater, and both of them were among the most skilled axemen I ever met. I do not think either could best my mother axe to sword, but she would not have won easily.
I should perhaps also mention that no matter what you may think of Tellan in the main, or priestesses of the Lady of the Shadows, I have no doubt we were serving the Light in that campaign. As it happened, though, Caleb had been unaware I had joined Tellan's company. He had discovered that Tellan's company thought to catch him by posing as simple caravan guards, but believed he had enough numbers to overwhelm them. And so he attacked that caravan with nearly a hundred men. It was there that I demonstrated for the first time that I knew the Firestorm spell that was the signature of my father's line, columns of scorching fire destroying every bandit in an arc and leaving my allies and the merchants untouched. And then I found myself facing Caleb spell to spell while the rest of my company faced his henchmen. I had never found myself in that deadly dance with another caster before that day, and was not lucky enough to find myself facing someone who was both less skilled and less powerful than me. He used every trick of shadow magic he knew, and was rather more clever than I in those uses. But as young and inexperienced as I was, I was heir to a powerful sorcerous talent, and it was not one Caleb was up to deflecting. I eventually found a spell that hit the weaknesses in his defense, and then kept casting it. As a wizard, he was limited to the spells he had prepared; as a sorceress, I was not.
Still, I would not say that it was even close to easy. Shyra had to spend considerable effort with healing spells before I was fit to face the merchants' council and collect our reward. And it was only days later that I heard the tale of the battle -- where somehow I had become a great hero -- from a tavern minstrel.
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