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Short Rest
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1 |
2
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Mug
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1 | ||
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Agile Dodge
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1 | ||
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Subtle Stride
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1 | ||
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Keen Moves
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3 | ||
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Silent Step
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5 | ||
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Vanish
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7 |
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Overrun
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0 |
1
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Dirty Fighting
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3 |
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Initiative Shift
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1 |
1
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Preemptive Strike
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1 |
1
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Bite (2d4)
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Slam (d4)
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No weapons equipped.
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Knockout Strike
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Shank
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1 | ||
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Vital Jab
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8 |
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Queens Stamina
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1 | |
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Lionfolk Origins
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Queens Stamina
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1 | |
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Backstabber
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1 | |
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Cunning
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1 |
4
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Thief’s Intuition
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1 | |
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HERE CATCH THIS!
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1 | |
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Throwable Weapon Skill +2
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1 | |
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Catlike Landing
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1 | |
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Healthy Body
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1 | |
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Feat - Thief (2nd)
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Master Combatant
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2 | |
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Feat - Thief (4th)
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Dancing Master
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4 | |
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Human Pedigree
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5 | |
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Master of Disguise
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5 | |
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Feat - Thief (6th)
⤷
HERE CATCH THIS!
⤷
Throwable Weapon Skill +2
⤷
Throwing Weapon Specialist
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6 |
Yue possesses mostly human features, with sleek black hair cascading down her back and piercing green eyes that seem to glow in the dark. Her panther ears peek through her hair, constantly twitching to pick up the faintest sounds. A long, agile tail sways behind her, aiding her balance as she moves. Her hands bear retractable claws, a testament to her Pantherfolk heritage, which she uses with deadly precision. Her attire is a blend of dark leathers and fabrics that allow her to blend seamlessly into the shadows, adorned with subtle hints of Pantherfolk tribal patterns.
Yue Ashclaw was born in the shadowy alleys of a bustling city, where the lines between human society and the wilds of the Pantherfolk blurred. Her mother, a Pantherfolk wanderer, fell in love with a human thief who roamed the city's underbelly. Yue grew up in a world where her unique heritage often made her an outsider, but it also granted her unparalleled abilities that she honed from a young age.
As a child, Yue's keen senses and natural agility set her apart. She quickly learned to navigate the city's rooftops and backstreets with the grace of a panther, often accompanying her father on his clandestine escapades. Her mother taught her the ways of the Pantherfolk, instilling in her a deep respect for nature and the balance between the wild and the urban.
Tragedy struck when her parents were caught in a rival gang's crossfire, leaving Yue alone to fend for herself. Vowing to seek justice for her parents, she delved deeper into the world of thievery and assassination, honing her skills to become a master of stealth and subterfuge. Over the years, she built a reputation as a ghost-like figure who could infiltrate any stronghold and eliminate targets without a trace.
Despite her solitary existence, Yue found a sense of belonging among a secretive guild of assassins who valued her unique talents. She formed bonds with fellow guild members who shared her ideals of justice and balance. Yet, the shadows of her past lingered, driving her to walk the fine line between vengeance and redemption.
As you journey forward, the forest gives way to a large clearing where even the undergrowth is diminished. In the center of the clearing stands an ancient twisted tree. It isn’t as tall as the other trees in the forest, but it is squat and broad, its trunk and branches far thicker than the other trees’. Wart-like knobs cover its dark surface, and thick crimson sap oozes from various open wounds across its bark. At ground level on the surface of the tree is a large wooden door.
Stepping into the clearing, you feel an evil foreboding presence seeming to emanate from the tree itself, almost as though it were warning you away. From behind you in the depths of the forest, you hear a hushed melodic whisper as though from dozens if not hundreds of fey voices in unison: “Slopgrowth beckons. Heed her call.”
Glancing over your shoulders, you can see an assemblage of fey creatures – pixies, sprites, razor gnomes, elves, and others – peeking out from behind trunks, branches, bushes, and rock outcroppings. Mischievous smiles paint their faces as they wait in anticipation for what must be a grand showdown about to happen.