Xenagoras The Feeble
Failed Lich Conjuror
HP 4/4 || HD 1d4
Ceremonial Headdress || AV: 1/1
Experience: 0 || Coin: 12
Background:
Not every lichdom is success. Xenagoras was once a moderately successful tyrannical wizard. His tower was twisted, but not
the most twisted, his servitors were only modestly monstrous, his peasants could forget the terror of his wicked rule for days at a time, and his knowledge, while dangerous and corrupting, wasn't explicitly forbidden. Except for that one codex, bound in demonskin by a student of Acererak himself. That one was pretty forbidden. With it, Xenagoras decoded the keys to lichdom, and figured it was worth a shot. The result is pitiable. His body is barely animated and stinks of formaldehyde. His eyes are cloudy and his hearing muffled. His intelligence is dimmed to a fraction of what it once was, and he barely has enough magical energy left to boil an egg. He has bankrupted himself, his tower has been repossessed, and his modestly monstrous servitors are all suing him.
Attributes
STR: 4
DEX: 5
CON: 11
WIS: 7
INT: 14
CHA: 8
Inventory
- Ceremonial Headdress
- Sacrificial Dagger
- Coin Purse
- Angry Shrunken Head (Faramund, once a heroic warrior who sought to liberate the land from Xenagoras' cruel grip)
Familiar:
Rhodopis, a small swarm of lady bugs
Spellbook
- Charm (1)
- Magic Missile (1)
- Light (1)
- Shield (1)
- Detect Magic (2)
- Web (2)
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