Young. Multi-colored streaks in black hair, vivid purple eyes. Fox with matching purple eyes always nearby.


Witch (level 7)

Human, Female, Chaotic Neutral
STR 14(2)
DEX 18(4)
CON 17(3)
INT 22(6)
WIS 14(2)
CHA 16(3)

Speed 30 ft.
Hit Points 56

AC 18
Touch AC 14
Flat-Footed AC 10

Fortitude 6
Reflex 9
Will 8

Base Attack Bonus 3
CMD 19

Sorrow ( +2 Dagger)
Range 10 ft
Attack Bonus 7, Critical 19-20 (x2)
Damage 1d4 +4
Vampiric Touch (3x per day) +3d6, becomes temp hp

Magic Missile
Auto Hit
Damage 1d4 +1 (3 missiles)

Craft (Alchemy) 19
Fly 13
Heal 9
Intimidate 9
Knowledge(Arcana) 16
Knowledge (Geography) 13
Knowledge(History) 15
Knowledge(Nature) 15
Knowledge(Planes) 15
Perception 11
Spellcraft 16
Swim 6
Use Magic Device 12

Common, Draconic, Ancient, Sylvan, Celestial, Abyssal

Extra Hex(Cackle), Extra Hex(Healing), Extra Hex (Cauldron) with Brew Potion, Craft Wondrous Item, Witch Knife

Special Abilities
Hexes: Misfortune, Cackle, Healing, Flight, Cauldron, Evil Eye, Fortune

Patron Spells:Shocking Grasp, Flaming Sphere, Fireball

Fox: Bella (+2 Reflex), can deliver touch spells

+1 Save DC to patron spells

0 level (Spell Save DC 16, Spells per Day 4)
Bleed, Dancing Lights, Daze, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Guidance, Light, Mending, Message, Putrefy Food & Drink, Read Magic, Resistance, Spark, Stabilize, Touch of Fatigue

1st level (Spell Save DC 17, Spells per Day 6)
Beguiling Gift, Burning Hands, Chill Touch, Cure Light, Inflict Light Wounds, Mage Armor, Obscuring Mist, Ray of Enfeeblement, Sleep, Summon Monster 1, *Shocking Grasp

2nd level (Spell Save DC 18, Spells per Day 5)
Burning Gaze, Pox Pustules, Spectral Hand, Vomit Swarm, *Flaming Sphere

3rd level (Spell Save DC 19, Spells per Day 3)
Lightning Bolt, Screech, Stinking Cloud, Twilight Knife, *Fireball

4th Level (Spell Save DC 20, Spells per Day 2)
Phantasmal Killer, Spite


Morgana was interested in everything. Smart and curious, as a small child she spent a lot of time in her parents’ inn peppering the customers with questions~ about where they were from, what their crafts were, the places they’d seen, anything that popped into her head. She always wanted to know how things worked and where things came from. When she was shushed for fear that the customers would be annoyed, she would hold her tongue, fade into the background, and watch the people that came in and out to see what she could pick up (or make up) about them that way.
When Morgana was 9 years old, a fever swept through the village. Many families were afflicted. The town’s healers did everything they could, but Morgana’s parents were among those who died. In the aftermath of the sickness, no one seemed to want the burden of an unrelated orphan child. When Esmeralda offered her a place in her home, Morgana accepted.
While grateful for her services as a healer (and many clandestinely interested in her other various potions and brews) Esmeralda was still feared and largely left out of village life. After all, everyone knew witches were dangerous. Morgana was fascinated by her. Magic was a mysterious force, and she desperately wanted to someday wield it as well.
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected a witch’s cottage to look like, but she found herself vaguely disappointed in Esmeralda’s. It was so normal. A small house, neat and clean, with herbs hanging in the kitchen to dry. She consoled herself by focusing on the raven sitting on the back of a chair. This, at least, was witchy~ large, black, and it spoke Sylvan. When she asked about him, she was told to treat him with respect; Fryll was a familiar, not a pet.
In the years Morgana spent living in Esmeralda’s cottage her world changed. She was used to being constantly around other people at her parent’s inn and playing with other children in the village. Now the only person she had regular contact with was Esmeralda. The villagers mostly shunned her as dangerous by association, and kept their children away. Her feeling’s hurt, Morgana withdrew, deciding people were fickle, untrustworthy cowards. She loved learning from Esmeralda though, and was regularly challenged. She studied numerous languages, learning Sylvan, Draconic, Ancient, Celestial, and Abyssal. She was taught about herbs and healing and how to use a dagger for basic self protection. As she neared her 15th birthday, Esmeralda began to teach her about witchcraft, preparing her to perform the ritual that would allow her to gain powers.
Morgana was excited when she began the ritual to make a pact with the unknown on her 15th birthday. The otherworldly power that touched her took its form in the elements. A fox that she’d recently nursed back to health joined her as her new familiar, its eyes changing from a natural golden hue to a vivid purple that matched Morgana’s own. A shocking blue streak the color of lightning appeared in her black hair. Esmeralda smiled~ Morgana had the makings of a powerful witch.
Esmeralda was gone more and more, leaving Morgana at home while she wandered the forest with Fryll. She was gone the day Morgana heard a knock on the door and opened it to find a package. Opening the package and reading the letter, a tingle of excitement coursed through her veins. This was it. She’d been restless and wanting to see the world, be a part of something, get out of her village with its narrow worldview and closed-minded people. Here was a chance to do all of that and more, a ready made adventure falling right in her lap. She packed quickly, gathering clothes, supplies, and food. She left a note for Esmeralda, telling her where she had gone and thanking her for everything.
Morgana~ 15 years old, having been taught that you took care of yourself, however you could, brand new witch~ looked at her familiar, Bella, took a deep breath, and stepped out the door.


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