The Eldest Journal
Build: War Wizard
Arcane Implement Mastery: Staff of Defense
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 10, Dex 14, Int 20, Wis 11, Cha 8.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 10, Dex 14, Int 18, Wis 11, Cha 8.
AC: 19 Fort: 13 Reflex: 18 Will: 15
HP: 28 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 7
Diplomacy +6, Arcana +11, Dungeoneering +6, Insight +6, History +11
Acrobatics +3, Bluff +1, Endurance +1, Heal +1, Intimidate, Nature +1, Perception +1, Religion +6, Stealth +3, Streetwise, Thievery +4, Athletics +1
Wizard: Ritual Caster
Human: Improved Initiative
Level 1: Armor Proficiency (Leather)
Level 2: Action Surge
Wizard at-will 1: Illusory Ambush
Wizard at-will 1: Cloud of Daggers
Human: Scorching Burst
Wizard encounter 1: Chill Strike
Wizard daily 1: Freezing Cloud
Wizard daily 1 Spellbook: Flaming Sphere
Wizard utility 2: Shield
Wizard utility 2 Spellbook: Jump
Wizard encounter 3: Shock Sphere
Spellbook, Leather Armor, Amulet of Protection +1, Gem of Colloquy (heroic tier), Burglar’s Gloves (heroic tier), Wavestrider Boots (heroic tier), Bloodguard Shield (heroic tier), Belt of Vigor (heroic tier), Eternal Chalk (heroic tier), Implement, Staff, Adventurer’s Kit
Tenser’s Floating Disk
Minerva Lenesticles is the latest artist to dominate the cutthroat high-art scene of Vineyard. Minerva goes by the sobriquet “M,” and was once just another of the self-important sycophants which litter the city’s courts. She longed to break through and join the cognoscenti, but it seemed she could never follow the tastes of the moment– always one step behind.
Several months ago that all changed, however. Minerva made the transformation from art-lover to artist, and she’s seen a meteoric rise to success. Every month at the art show she appears, and every month she wins best-in-show. The other nobles are all in awe at her seemingly endless variety; unlike so many others the works of M are always fresh, edgy and exciting.
Minerva has a terrible secret, however. She’s not got an artistic bone in her body. What happened originally is she was approached by a young man by the name of Bruno. Bruno had no money to get his art in the shows, and was completely unknown so could not get an audience with any of the high society. He learned of Minerva, the woman who so desperately wanted to be taken seriously, and figured that she might give him a chance.
Minerva gave him a chance, but not in the way he’d hoped. She invited him to her estate and locked him away in the basement, stealing his artwork. This she presented as her own, and after the rave reviews she forced Bruno to paint more. These new works were poorly received however, and she fell out of favor. Minerva killed the artist in her rage.
Ever since then, she’s sent trusted agents around the city and surrounding areas to discover new talents and bring them to her manor. She steals their best work and imprisons them in her basement, not quite having the mettle to kill them as she did the first.
Recently, Minerva had another young artist on her radar, Arnold Zep. M sent her agents to bring the young boy to her, as she believed he would lead her to another victory. When her agents captured Arnold, he had his latest work of art on his person. This latest work was brought to Minerva and she immediately knew this was the painting to enter the show. Little did she know that this would be her undoing.
Through the identification of that very painting, Morken and Yoshinori were able to deduce the true painter of the portrait. While the nobles, including Lexandr Ibanov would not hear their cries of plagiarism, the next step took them exactly where they needed to go, [[Vineyard | Vineyard]]’s dungeon! Through the dungeon was a hidden access point to Minerva’s very own estate.
While the adventuring party of Evilyn, Grimfield, Morken, Sindariel and Yoshinori were discovering their way into the Estate, M was on her afternoon walk. As she did everyday, Minerva walked her estate. She breathed in the fresh air and gazed at all her deeds have given her. It was this walk that helped her cope with her actions.
Once she finished her walk, Minerva went on her way to her reading room. The was a tale written by one of the captured authors that she was quite interested in finishing by the day’s end. When she sat upon her chair, she fell through a pit and landed upon Sindariel’s blade. The porcelain mask she donned fell off of her face and shattered onto the ground below.
When the party approached her body, they saw the once elegant and majestic Minerva now laid as a rotted corpse littered with disease-ridden maggots eating away at her flesh.