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*Speed: 30ft
 
*Speed: 30ft
  
=Background=
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''Born to a merchant family of minor wealth, Corva's early life was one of formal education, petty functions and little else. By fifteen she had grown in into a young woman of rare beauty and much cunning, and to her pleasure , she found the chase of being courted a game that she liked to play. With it Corva found she had a talent for making men's tongues loose, or being in the right place at the right time - taking several snippets of information home to her father. Initially he didn't approve of his daughter's methods, but her methods were faultless and his business boomed as he cut deals, blackmailed suppliers and cornered markets with the pillow talk she brought home.
 
 
''Born to a merchant family of minor wealth, Corva's early life was one of formal education, petty functions and little else. By fifteen she had grown in into a young woman of rare beauty and much cunning, and to her pleasure , she found the chase of being courted a game that she liked to play. With it Corva found she had a talent for making men's tongues loose, or being in the right place at the right time - taking several snippets of information home to her father. Initially he didn't approve of his daughter's methods, but her methods were faultless and his business boomed as he cut deals, blackmailed suppliers and cornered markets with the pillow talk she brought home.''
 
  
 
''Corva, however still wanted more, and thus knowing the strength of her position, she demanded a payment of sorts from her father. Formal training - not in the ways of court, for she was already more skilled than most in that - but in something from the world of men. The Sword. Her father acquired the best trainer in Westmark, and she set about the learning the deadly dance of swordplay. To almost everyone's surprise but her own, she was as good if not better with the sword as the sharp edge of her tongue, and within a year she had almost bested her tutor.''
 
''Corva, however still wanted more, and thus knowing the strength of her position, she demanded a payment of sorts from her father. Formal training - not in the ways of court, for she was already more skilled than most in that - but in something from the world of men. The Sword. Her father acquired the best trainer in Westmark, and she set about the learning the deadly dance of swordplay. To almost everyone's surprise but her own, she was as good if not better with the sword as the sharp edge of her tongue, and within a year she had almost bested her tutor.''
  
 
''Her luck finally outran her prodigious skills, however. She was used against her own family; her current mark, one Johan Cuerfer, planted a tidbit of information too juicy to resist with her knowing it would get back to her father, and that the now very greedy man wouldn't be able to refrain from acting upon it. Soon, Corva's father had lost everything - Trade laws were invoked, Magistrates spouting long since used Monopoly laws, Writs of Claim were issued, Debt collectors were knocking at the doors of his business and his family were in ruins. Corva was distraught; her actions had cost the livelihoods of so many, especially those closest to her. She gathered a few belongings changed her surname and left Westmark - her family didn't need her skills now, and her father didn't need a reminder of how his fall from grace had happened.''
 
''Her luck finally outran her prodigious skills, however. She was used against her own family; her current mark, one Johan Cuerfer, planted a tidbit of information too juicy to resist with her knowing it would get back to her father, and that the now very greedy man wouldn't be able to refrain from acting upon it. Soon, Corva's father had lost everything - Trade laws were invoked, Magistrates spouting long since used Monopoly laws, Writs of Claim were issued, Debt collectors were knocking at the doors of his business and his family were in ruins. Corva was distraught; her actions had cost the livelihoods of so many, especially those closest to her. She gathered a few belongings changed her surname and left Westmark - her family didn't need her skills now, and her father didn't need a reminder of how his fall from grace had happened.''
 
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''Corva spent the next few years, doing what she knew best and hating herself for it. She became a lady-for-hire, gaining access where others couldn't and getting the information that the coin required. It was in Port Kir that she met the man that would change her life. To begin with, he was just a rube - not a job, just someone for Corva to gain some coin out of - an older man, handsome (not unlike her Father), hair greying at the temples. But as she spent time with him, with Treran, her heart changed. He talked eloquently, not about himself but about the things in life that Corva had somehow missed - people, great ideals, passions, and beliefs. He cared little for money though it was obvious he had some,  as she spent more time with him, slept with him and tried to seduce him, Corva found she actually fell for him. And then one morning he was gone leaving two things behind.
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Corva spent the next few years, doing what she knew best and hating herself for it. She became a lady-for-hire, gaining access where others couldn't and getting the information that the coin required. It was in Port Kir that she met the man that would change her life. To begin with, he was just a rube - not a job, just someone for Corva to gain some coin out of - an older man, handsome (not unlike her Father), hair greying at the temples. But as she spent time with him, with Treran, her heart changed. He talked eloquently, not about himself but about the things in life that Corva had somehow missed - people, great ideals, passions, and beliefs. He cared little for money though it was obvious he had some,  as she spent more time with him, slept with him and tried to seduce him, Corva found she actually fell for him. And then one morning he was gone leaving two things behind.
 
A letter saying he knew what she was, what she had been doing and that he believed she was destined for better; and that they would meet again one day, not as lovers but as friends and equals, and that she would understand. The other item was a signet ring, stamped with the picture of a Rook.''
 
A letter saying he knew what she was, what she had been doing and that he believed she was destined for better; and that they would meet again one day, not as lovers but as friends and equals, and that she would understand. The other item was a signet ring, stamped with the picture of a Rook.''
  
''Her course in life had been changed, and she knew it. She started to use here talents to help rather than hinder, to shield those in need not to expose, to show compassion not corruption. Though her words got her almost all the results she wanted, her blade did the rest. Although it was not until she met Wentras that she took her first kill. It was in the Barony of Morov that she heard rumors of a brute of a man accused of murder, set to hang within the week. Although this wasn't an uncommon event in this unpleasant city, something about the mummered words didn't ring true and Corva set to finding out the truth. Two drunk guards, a lascivious magistrate and some well placed coin turned the lies into truth. Granted Wentras was a minor criminal himself, but he had the misfortune of seeing the Burgomeister's corruption at work, whilst partaking in some petty larceny of his own, and now was locked away to prevent the truth from coming out. Corva used her wiles and slipped into the gaol. There she met the brute of a man. Unfortunately the truth would never cross his lips, as his tongue had been removed! Undeterred, she relayed what she knew to this mute mountain, and she saw the honesty in his eyes as she spoke the words. As Corva finished the story however, Wentras' eyes spread wide in alarm at something behind her; reacting on instinct she spun, her sword flowing from its sheath in an instant. And then into her attacker. The body fell and its dark cloak revealed that of a white haired elf, twin daggers falling from its hands. She looked at Wentras, who gave her a long solemn nod, and with that she freed him and turned heel from the gaol, taking only the small symbol necklace from her would-be assassin - a symbol of the Elven House Ahnvaegyrah.''
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''Her course in life had been changed, and she knew it. She started to use here talents to help rather than hinder, to shield those in need not to expose, to show compassion not corruption. Though her words got her almost all the results she wanted, her blade did the rest. Although it was not until she met Wentras that she took her first kill.  
 
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It was in the Barony of Morov that she heard rumors of a brute of a man accused of murder, set to hang within the week. Although this wasn't an uncommon event in this unpleasant city, something about the mummered words didn't ring true and Corva set to finding out the truth. Two drunk guards, a lascivious magistrate and some well placed coin turned the lies into truth. Granted Wentras was a minor criminal himself, but he had the misfortune of seeing the Burgomeister's corruption at work, whilst partaking in some petty larceny of his own, and now was locked away to prevent the truth from coming out. Corva used her wiles and slipped into the gaol. There she met the brute of a man. Unfortunately the truth would never cross his lips, as his tongue had been removed! Undeterred, she relayed what she knew to this mute mountain, and she saw the honesty in his eyes as she spoke the words. As Corva finished the story however, Wentras' eyes spread wide in alarm at something behind her; reacting on instinct she spun, her sword flowing from its sheath in an instant. And then into her attacker.
''Today Corva and Wentra move through the world trying as best they can to change the course of the corrupt and atone for their pasts. They have never been caught, but many a corrupt judge or zealous tax collector has been found in an early grave, and been attributed to the Lady and the White Wolf.''
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The body fell and its dark cloak revealed that of a white haired elf, twin daggers falling from its hands. She looked at Wentras, who gave her a long solemn nod, and with that she freed him and turned heel from the gaol, taking only the small symbol necklace from her would-be assassin - a symbol of the Elven House Ahnvaegyrah.''
  
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''Today Corva and Wentra move through the world trying as best they can to change the course of the corrupt and atone for their pasts. They have never been caught, but many a corrupt judge or zealous tax collector has been found in an early grave, and been attributed to the Lady and the White Wolf.''
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=Stats=
 
=Stats=
 
STR 10 (+0) / DEX 14 (+2) / CON 10 (+0)  
 
STR 10 (+0) / DEX 14 (+2) / CON 10 (+0)  
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'''Fort''' +3 / '''Ref''' +7 (+2 when holding a readied fencing blade) / '''Will''' +6
 
'''Fort''' +3 / '''Ref''' +7 (+2 when holding a readied fencing blade) / '''Will''' +6
  
*Lifestyle: 8 (Panache 6 [+2 Appearance; Income 60 silver] / Prudence 2 [25% savings]); total Appearance +3 (+1 from grooming case)
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*Lifestyle: 7 (Panache 5 [+2 Appearance; Income 50 silver] / Prudence 2 [25% savings]); total Appearance +3 (+1 from grooming case)
 
*Legend: 2
 
*Legend: 2
 
*Reputation: 2
 
*Reputation: 2
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*Alignment: --
 
*Alignment: --
Knowledge check: +4
 
  
 
=Combat=
 
=Combat=
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Vitality Points: 54 / Wound Points: 10
 
Vitality Points: 54 / Wound Points: 10
  
Proficiencies & Tricks: Edged (forte); Blunt; Parry (3/combat); Arrow Cutting(3/combat); Damned if you Do (3/combat)
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Proficiencies & Tricks: Edged (forte); Blunt; Parry; Arrow Cutting; Damned if you Do
  
 
Common Combat actions
 
Common Combat actions
*Fencing blade: +6 to hit, damage 1d8+6/18-20 (AP 2, Keen 4, +2 to Feint); vs Specials increases to Fencing blade: +8 to hit, damage 1d8+6/17-20 (AP 4, Keen 4, +2 to Feint, roll damage twice keeping preferred result)
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*Fencing blade: +6 to hit, damage 1d8+6/18-20 (AP 2, Keen 4, +2 to Feint); vs Specials increases to Fencing blade: +8 to hit, damage 1d8+6/17-20 (AP 4, Keen 4, +2 to Feint, roll damage twice keeping prefered result)
 
*Feint (using Impress) +15 vs Notice
 
*Feint (using Impress) +15 vs Notice
 
*Parry +9 Reflex save vs damage inflicted; with success attacker begins bleeding
 
*Parry +9 Reflex save vs damage inflicted; with success attacker begins bleeding
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=Abilities=
 
=Abilities=
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Comp Skills: +2
 
Comp Skills: +2
 
Prestidigitation: +9; Sneak: +9; Intimidate: +6
 
Prestidigitation: +9; Sneak: +9; Intimidate: +6
 
 
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