Thief of the Underlands in the employ of the Raven. Died.
Armour Class: 2
|Strength| Wisdom| Dexterity| Constitution| Charisma| Intelligence|
18 (3)51%| 14| 15 (-1AC)| 15 (+1hp) | 12| 9|
Life Points: 11
Name: Cery Felfur
Next Level: 10000
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Traits: Dark Skin, Hooded Cloak, Bristling with Darts and Daggers
Interests: Theft, Murder.
- Common (South)
- Silent Tongue
- Thieves Cant
Items | Location
Hand Crossbow | Belt
18 Bolts | Quiver
6 Daggers | Belt, Wrists, Boots
Long Sword | Back Scabbard
Spiked Buckler | Wrist
Thieves Tools | Belt
28 Darts | Wrist, Thigh, Calf, Biceps
Soft Boiled Egg Rock | Belt Pouch
Gem Dust | Belt Pouch
Crysalite | Backpack
Bag of Holding | Personal Chest
74g 2102s 2000c | Small Iron Box | Personal Chest
Thieves Satchel filled with potions including:
Vial of Grey Ooze, Vial of Daemon Blood
Got the shrine, unseen, they are slow.
Been days, it’s still so slow.
People have died. Useless group remains.
Revealed ourselves, nobody saw us coming.
We pushed them hard. Covered a lot of ground. Scorpions were involved.
The fighter whines, the mage shrieks. We will not rest until our goal is fulfilled.
We met the Dero. Flung us into a pit.
Cery opened a chest and lost consciousness. Possessed by a mysterious spirit he arose to murder the betraying party. After near slaying the Anya he was enfeebled by the powerful wizard Thaddeus, the imp Steve stabs through Cery’s heart and ends the quiet elf’s life.