Epsilon the Wanderer

Half Elven, the better half.


Epsilon the Wanderer Male Half-Elf Bard 2 TN Move 30’ HP: 12
Strength 10 (0)
Dexterity 16 (
Constitution 11 (0)
Intelligence 18 (
Wisdom 14 (2)
Charisma 18 (
Size: Medium Light load:
Medium load:
Heavy load:
Lift over head:
Lift off ground:
Push or drag: 33 lb. or less
34-66 lb.
67-100 lb.
100 lb.
200 lb.
500 lb.
Height: 5’ 7"
Weight: 135 lb
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Blond Wavy; Light Beard

Armor Class: 15 = 10 +3 dodge [dexterity] +2 Armor [leather]
Touch AC: 13 Flat-footed: 12
Initiative modifier: +3 = +3 [dexterity]
Fortitude save: +0 = 0 [base]
Reflex save: +6 = 3 [base] +3 [dexterity]
Will save: +5 = 3 [base] +2 [wisdom] +2 vs Enchantments [1/2 Elf] Immune Magical Sleep
Attack (handheld): +1 = 1 [base]
Attack (unarmed): +1 = 1 [base]
Attack (missile): +4 = 1 [base] +3 [dexterity]
Grapple check: +1 = 1 [base]
Dagger [1d4, crit 19-20/x2, range inc 10 ft., 1 lb., light, piercing]
Rapier [1d6, crit 18-20/x2, 2 lb., one-handed, piercing]
Shortbow [1d6, crit x3, range inc. 60 ft., 2 lb., piercing]

Skill Name KeyAbility SkillMod AbilityMod Ranks Misc.Modifier
Balance Dex* 8 = +3 +5
Concentration Con 5 = +0 +5
Diplomacy Cha 11 = +4 +4 +2 [half-elf] +1 [polite]
Gather Info Cha 8 = +4 +2 +2 [half-elf]
Heal Wis 3 = +2 +1
Intimidate Cha 2 = +4 -2 [polite]
Know (Bard) Int 8 = +4 +2 +2 [Know:History]
Know (history) Int 6 = +4 +5
Listen Wis 7 = +2 +4 +1 [half-elf]
Perform: Song Cha 8 = +4 +4
Perform: Lute Cha 8 = +4 +4
Search Int 5 = +4 0 +1 [half-elf]
Sense Motive Wis 6 = +2 +4
Sleight of Hand Dex* 5 = +3 +2
Spot Wis 5 = +2 +2 +1 [half-elf]
Tumble Dex 7 = +3 +2 +2 [balance]
Use Mgc Dev Cha 8 = +4 +4
Use Rope Dex 3 = +3 0

  • = check penalty for wearing armor

Zero level Bard spells: 3 per day
First level Bard spells: 2 per day
Half-Elf: Low-light vision (darkvision if half-drow)
Languages: Celestial Common Draconic Elven Gnome Sylvan
Feats: B1: Extra Music
Traits: Polite

Class HP rolled
Level 1: Bard 6
Level 2: Bard 6

5 lb Weapons / Armor / Shield (from above)
5 lb Arrows (quiver of 20) x1
3 lb Backpack
2 lb Bedroll
1 lb Fishhook, Ink vial, Ink pen, Mirror
1 lb Parchment sheets x10, Soap
5 lb Pouch x2, Sacks x1
1 lb Rope (50’, silk) x1
4 lb Tent
1 lb Vial (for ink or potions) x2
1 lb Waterskins x1
2 lb Healer kit
3 lb Lute
35 lb Total


With a name that essentially means ‘fifth’, one might wonder how I came by it.
That’s easy, my mother, though she was quite intelligent, was nevertheless a whore by trade and not the most careful one with her herbs. Thus my siblings are named variations of their order of birth. Neither the most original nor inventive naming system, but it’s what we had and we had more than the decimal system’s base allows for.

As I grew up in a brothel and it’s adjoining tavern (called the gilded rose) I learned that entertaining those around me got me out of menial work – and oftentimes a treat to boot. Thus I spent hours learning any music craft or tale that I could.

Mind you my mother was a smart woman as I’ve mentioned and she taught me the value of polite conversation as well as looking upon every person I met as just that: a person. She never met a man she didn’t love (for a price) and I was encouraged to look upon the world with the same open appreciation. Kindness, I was reminded often, was remembered as it was rare in the rough world that we spent our meager years.

Mother was a comely wench and father was an Elf (who, as I’m told, are all comely) so I couldn’t help but turn out attractive; so I tried to ply that blessing to my best advantage. Thus, though I was well loved by the ladies but not always by those who should have been giving me their affections. At least that was the view of their husbands/lovers (and the occasional brother or father).

I had no reason (given my upbringing) to understand such a concept as monogamy. After all, if a woman entered my embrace, she obviously wasn’t ‘taken’ by anyone. One could not always rely upon words to placate an upset lover and sometimes a drunk was beyond reason. With these troubles in mind my ability with a blade became somewhat more necessary than your average minstrel might find.

My skill with slight of hand was a wonderful boon to my stage show, yet also helped considerably when times were tight and a spare gold could mean the difference between bread and cheese or wine with roast and sweet meats.

All of these things were, however, only the outside of who I am. For you see Epsilon has more meaning than simply the fifth of glyphs. Epsilon is one of the most common glyphs to man’s many languages and has thus come to mean “communication”, or even “connection” and thus I take as my meaning. My purpose. I connect, drawing people into the stories from the past and the ballads that transcend language and even race.

My time at the Rose taught me many things, and gave me time to develop my repertoire of songs, stories and stage shows… but it was not enough for me. In time I had to find new material – it wasn’t the patron’s who grew tired of my tellings but rather my own soul which yearned for more.

Thus it was a glorious spring day which found me leaving home in search of fame and fortune – and more importantly new material. (Be assured that any rumors that I was running for my very life are highly exaggerated, the mayor’s daughter was a bloom that would be plucked by someone, why not me?).

Enough about me, have you heard any good stories or perhaps a song that you know well enough to sing?

Epsilon the Wanderer

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