Lynncroft Sebastian,

Male HUMAN RANGER 2/CLERIC 9

 

STR: 12 +1

DEX: 17 +3

CON: 14 +2

INT: 12 +1

WIS: 17 +3 [periapt +4]

CHA: 10

 

Hit Points: 80                        

Alignment: CG

Languages: common, elven

Age: 27

Height: 5’ 11’

Weight: 170

Hair/Eyes: blonde/blue

 

 

 

 

 

Feats: Improved Critical

       Point Blank Shot; Precise Shot; Rapid Shot

       Track, Wild Empathy   

       Weapon Focus [bow]; Dodge

 

Skills:          

Balance        5

Climb          3

Concentration  11

Diplomacy      6 

Handle Animal  9      

Heal           6

Hide           8

Jump           8

Know (nature)  9

Know (Religion)11

Move Silent    7

Ride           6

Spot           10

Survival       10

Tumble         10

 

Normal Items: Backpack, daggers, bedroll, blanket, candle (x2), clothes, flask, flint and steel, holy symbol, small mirror, oil, rations, sack, scroll case, tobacco, torch, water skin, whetstone, whistle

 

Magic Items: Amulet of Focus; +3 Celestial Chain; Holy Symbol (cure light wounds x2); +1 large wood shield; Ring of Feather Fall, Ring +2;  Stone of Ehlonna; Pearl of Power [1st]; Periapt of Wisdom +4; Cloak of Resistance +2; Wand of Cure Light Wounds; Potions: Expeditious retreat; Spider Climb (x2); antitoxin. Scrolls: cure light wounds x2, greater magic weapon; invisibility to undead; barkskin; magic fang;

 

AC: 23/26

 

Weapons:      ATT BON     BASE  MOD   DMG           CRT         Range

+2 Long Sword   11/6       8/3  +3   1-8+3      17-20(x2)

+1 Adm H Mace   10/5       8/3  +2   1-8+2         (x2)

+1 Long Bow    14/14/8     8/3 +5/+6 1-8+2/+3      (x3)         110’

 

Saves:      BASE       BONUS

 

Fort: 13      9         +2     +2 Cloak of Resistance

Ref:  11      6         +3

Will: 11      6         +3  

 

Clerical Domains: LynnCroft is a cleric of Ehlonna, the intermediate goddess of forests, flora and fauna, and fertility. She is a very old goddess who combats those who would harm or despoil the forests of its resources and beauty. Shown as either a dark-haired woman or a golden-haired elf maid, Ehlonna is served by Novelee, a plantar whose heart is so pure it makes unicorns weep. She has a hostile rivalry with Obad-Hai, but is friendly with the elven gods and most good aligned deities. Her symbol is the unicorn. 

 

As a cleric of Ehlonna, LynnCroft is often accompanied by animals   with the aid of an animal friendship spell. After his wolf, 'Grey,' succumbed to lycanthropy and had to be killed, LynnCroft spent some time in the Tusmit hills. There he found another wolf, 'TooGrey.' He is sometimes accompanied by a hawk named, 'Eyes.'

 

He possesses a Stone of Ehlonna, given him by a grateful group of druids near the Mist Marsh, after he helped recover the leader's daughter, and stayed an extra week to help them rebuild their destroyed village.

 

Plant: rebuke or command plant as evil does undead 3/day

Sun: greater turning once per day

 

Spells: [usually prayed for]

 

Zero level: [6] create water, detect magic, detect poison, light, + ?

 

First level: Endure elements [D], or Entangle [D] + 5: bless, shield of faith, summon monster.

 

Second level: Barkskin [D] +5:  bear's endurance, spiritual weapon, summon monster.

 

Third Level: Searing Light [D], or Plant Growth [D] + 4: Prayer, +

 

Fourth Level: Command Plant [D], or Fire Shield [D] +2: Divine power  +

 

Fifth Level: Wall of Thorns [D] or Flame Strike [D]: Flame Strike

 

Background/History: LynnCroft was born and raised in north east Tusmit, along the border of the sheikdoms of Khalid and Dihn. His was an exceptionally happy childhood, save for the boredom of it all. Though they were literate, his parents were sheep herders. They had come from Celene to what they often described as the quiet solitude of Tusmit. Once a year, the flock would be brought to the ‘big’ city of Blashikdur. Twas there that LynnCroft, age 6, first heard stories of adventure from the bards and others who were there during the market season. Because of these, he often spent days on end playing imaginary adventures in safer woods, south of the lower Udgru Forest and the foothills of the Yatil Mountains. He gained a great knowledge of and respect for nature. And he learned the ways of Ehlonna, goddess of nature.

 

When he was 16, he hired on a river barge along the Blashikmund River which was transporting goods south to the capital city of Sefmur. There he heard even better stories, saw even greater adventurers, and knew what his true calling in life would be. After his return home, he did all he could to master the arts of the woods. His parents tried to dissuade him with tales of dangerous monsters, especially the giants of the Yatils. While these tales did create a fear and respect of giants, they only further stoked his burning desire for adventure. Finally, in 591 CY, at the age of 23, he took the river barge once more. But this time it was as a ranger ready for adventure.

 

His name is a combination of his parents’ names. Lynn from his mother Lynne, and Croft from his father who in Celene was a crofter. He has since added Soul Binder as a result of an item which he’d rather not have, but seems destined to carry. It serves a grim reminder of the dangers of underestimating the enemy and of listening to little voices. 

 

He has three prized possessions: what began as a master work, now +2, long sword which he calls “Bones”, a jeweled dagger- the Binder of Souls, and a +1 Mithral Shirt. The latter was given to him by a grateful farm widow for services rendered. As his signature item, he had it magiked.   

 

Adventuring History: Lynncroft's adventures have taken from Tusmit to the City of Greyhawk, the Cain Hills, the Vesve Forest, and along the Pomarj. He has had some bare bones adventures, loved that dirty water, done some gad vaulting, and been out on a dark knighted. He once got a bad case of the blues, and learned swimming the hard way by barreling around Wooley Bay. He shot it out with third eye blind, and had a nice troll along a beach. He managed to avoid getting stung-burned in the Bright Desert. He has also learned to be soupspicious at meal time, and even if it is spelled 'warehouse' one can still get screwed there. He has searched in vain for a vein, and been lied to down under.  LynnCroft hates boating! And he has found out that one can get screwed in a flophouse without having to even deal with a woman.

 

In his adventuring career Lynncroft has made a few friends. The earliest of these is Malik, a sorcerer. In their first adventure together, Malik gave LynnCroft a potion of healing. LynnCroft repaid this favor twofold and then some when he fought toe to toe with some black night over the prostrate body of the fallen Malik. Though he has not seen Malik in some time, he hopes to adventure with him some day. Another is Boilone, a gnome cleric of St. Cuthbert, who more than compensates in daring for what he lacks in size.

 

LynnCroft had a childhood fear of elves, especially of the grey variety. This was not lessened by the time he shared a room with one, only to watch it meditate through the night. He has come to admire one, Gilavar, who rallied a dying and seemingly beaten party by refusing to abandon the fallen LynnCroft and Kessel the Jaw, to a surprising victory. He has reservations about Gil's brother Amakiir, however. While LynnCroft is impressed by Amakiir's toughness and courage, and was amazed when he called forth a celestial dog to do some trolling, he was appalled by the elf when on two occasions he murdered helpless foes. Last time they were together, all Amakiir killed were the already dead. Good to have a hobby.

 

LynnCroft  is not all that fond of women; in fact he prefers men and animals. However, he does enjoy the company of the rogue, Melissa Darklock, and her animal like desires towards men. And he has of late been, CY593, seen in the company of the fair druid, Lyrinn. Maybe they have 'tree' things in common. And LynnCroft has become something of a buddy to Shade and fighter/mage, who almost got rended by some ghouls. LynnCroft sometimes carries remove paralysis in memory of this near death experience.

 

In a late CY592 rush, LynnCroft managed to survive an Evil Morning, and Afternoon Outing, and a Festival Knight. He lost his wolf in the later and almost had to eat his bear in the former. At least Lyrinn took off her clothes in the middle one. "Oh the shark bites with his teeth, dear."

 

Fall 593 found LynnCroft vacationing in Tenh! After his escape, he returned to the Bright Desert, not brightest of ideas, because liquids, as well as minds, tend to dry up there. In the winter of 593, LynnCroft made a journey to Keoland. After his experiences there, he decided to retire from active campaigning.

 

Winter, 595 found LynnCroft back in Tusmit, traveling with Gilavar and a few others. More priestly now, perhaps his faith in adventuring has been restored.

 

Quotable Quotes:

 

"I think you die," Raven the Rogue of Ket to some ambushers just before he felled their leader with an arrow from point blank range. When the last of the bandits took flight, Raven felled him from a distance of over 200'! Must have mistaken them for Ketite barmaids.

 

"I'm pretty much naked," Fenris the Monk when describing his own appearance.

 

"Do you chew?" LynnCroft once asked Inspector Tristan. He was attempting to offer the good inspector a plug of tobacco at the time.

 

"It's about my face," Kessel the Jaw to just about anyone asking him what his problem might be.

 

"That's +1 for the bless," Zaydun the Rogue, explaining LynnCroft's one fingered gesture in the direction of a Stinger which Lynn had just shot with his bow from a very far distance.

 

"No giving up, the dog is coming," Amakiir the Cleric to Hellina when she tried to surrender. Amakiir's Celestial hound was due to arrive later that round.  He did reluctantly accept the surrender, for once. Woof! Woof! Who let the dogs out?

 

"It seems fate has brought us another battle," the catchphrase of Siorion Fairblade. Ain't it the truth! To date, Fall 593, he has used this catchphrase twice.

 

"Is he cute?" the oft asked question of Melissa Darklock, in reference to any man she hears of, senses, or even thinks might be in the vicinity.

 

"One who is good may posses something that is evil; that which is evil may ultimately serve the cause of good," LynnCroft to Arhmeh the Palladin, whose scimitar was at LynnCroft's throat at the time. If one cannot beat them with brains, baffle them with bear dung!

 

"But then I can't sing," Akasha the Bard/Sorcerer, explaining her reluctance to use her spells.

 

"We rather you use them, than have your voice be the last sound we ever here," LynnCroft and Amakiir in response. She got the message, and dazzled them with her sleep.

 

"A good compromise, don't you think?" asked the Cleric Jae'Far after he had got the party to give up the idea of sleeping in a clean and safe room above. Instead he got them down into a pile of poop, then convinced them they couldn't really sleep there, now could they?

 

"Better rope yourself up again, Omar, before you continue," warned LynnCroft the Ranger. At the time the group was on a freestanding rock bridge, one part of which had already fallen away. If another part fell away then so would the bridge on which they were standing. Guess LynnCroft hoped to use Omar the Monk as parachute????

 

"Must be a drogan," Said LynnCroft when realizing the enemy was a half drow/half dragon.

 

"I though you liked your men undead," said LynnCroft to Lyrinn. "No, she was trying to tell you she liked them NOT dead", corrected Reffad the Bard.

 

"Holy Ehlonna, it's my favored freakin' enemy!" LynnCroft to everyone upon his first sighting of a giant. The ranger quickly loosed two arrows, one of which hit! Of course, the giant, upon hearing LynnCroft's declaration of hatred, returned the favor with two 40 lb boulders, both of which hit LynnCroft. Next time maybe he'll keep his 'Holy Ehlonna's' to himself?"

 

"I trust that the 900gp I'll be earning for this will pay for the best funeral Tusmit has ever seen," yelled by LynnCroft the Ranger to Amakir, Fairblade, Mellissa, and Shade, all of whom were running away from the Shadow Mist Mastiffs. The irony of this situation, with LynnCroft and Tephaz, neither of whom wanted to do this particular deed, now left to fight the four beasts alone, dripped from his words!

 

"Do not worry my friend, I will not let you die," Tephaz to LynnCroft as they bravely, creatively and hastily faced the four Shadow Mist Mastiffs, successfully killing two of them and temporarily disabling the other two. Truer words were never spoken.

 

"There is nothing within 300 leagues to worry about," Fairblade to LynnCroft and Tephaz upon his return from the above mentioned flight.

 

"Great place to hang around, Fairblade," said LynnCroft to his companion who was dangling from a rope bridge which LynnCroft was spider climbing across.

 

"That'll help you get ahead, Fairblade," assured LynnCroft, who had just lopped the head off a derro who was trying to cut away the aforementioned rope bridge from which Fariblade was dangling.

 

"It's my torch and you can't have it!" Kylan to Tellsih when the latter tried to take his torch from him. To his credit, Kylan was able to resist Tellish's grapple attempt on the precious item. Meanwhile the rest of the party continued with the more mundane aspects of a battle with a seven headed hydra.

 

LynnCroft is a Living Greyhawk character. He is registered with the RPGA.  Anyone living in Quebec is invited to join the campaign in the area of Tusmit. To get info on Tusmit and gaming there, sign up at Yahoo Groups-Tusmit. .  This page last updated March,  2005.