Spellbook (Wizard) (Lawful Evil)

What to expect: Dedication to the Spider Queen, hedonism and decadence in her name.

Domination, light bondage, Mind Control, transformation

STR 10 DEX 14 CON 10 INT 16 WIS 14 CHA 16

Background, Acolyte

Skills: Stealth, Deception, Arcana

You inspect yourself more closely. Your skin is the dusky grey purple of the Drow, and your white hair sits in contrast against it. Your eyes are wide and almond shaped, larger than that of any surface dweller, and with irises so dark they may as well be black. In the dark cell you catch the reflection of your eyes in the dirty mirror. You look again at the weapons sitting just on the other side of the bars.

Spell books are expensive, they represent a major investment in time and resources, but they are the backbone of any wizard worth their salt. You were incredibly lucky that, however you found yourself down here, your spellbook wasn’t lost. You have a backup in Nythen… but that’s not exactly helpful here, is it?

You reach through the bars to grab at your spellbook, but it’s just out of reach. You concentrate for a moment and a spectral hand appears on the other side of the bars. The hand drops your spellbook into your grasp. Success! Book in hand you set about preparing spells.

It’s time to escape.

You start to assess how best to get out of this locked room when the gate opens of its own accord. You don’t like this, but you don’t have any other option. You move silently down the dark corridor.

Your eyes narrow, the end of this corridor is flooded with sunlight. You can hear the dull roar of spectators cheering and booing. Shielding your eyes as you step into the arena you look see two bugbears fighting an ogre. One bugbear circles around, and leaps onto the ogres back, and is immediately grabbed, flung into the other goblinoid. He smashes both with his massive club, flattening both of them into a squishy paste.

Screw. This. They want to **** you to fight in some gladiatorial combat, but even if you can beat an ogre, what next? Whoever captured you and tossed you into that filthy cell would not be likely to let you leave, especially not after you’ve proven yourself a champion, a moneymaker. You lift your hands and cast two spells in quick succession. Taking off from the ground you dart into the air. Moving as fast as the magic will let you. A few arrows fly up at you but you outdistanced them quickly. The crowd is furious. You can hear their howls of fury as you speed away.