A stormy little halfling.
| Lyle Thunderfire
|Abilities: Str 6, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16|
|Initiative: +3||Speed: 20 ft. (4 squares), Swim 20 ft.|
|Hit Dice: 1d4+2 (6 hp)|
|Saves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +3|
|BAB/Grapple: +0/-6||Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.|
|Attack: Spear -1 (1d4-2)
|Full Attack: Spear -1 (1d4-2)
|Special Attacks: Spells|
|Special Qualities: Amphibious|
|Skills: Concentration +6, Knowledge (Arcana) +5, Listen +2, Swim +8|
|Feats: Sudden Still|
|Languages: Common, Auran|
|Gear: Shortspear, Backpack, belt pouch, bedroll, flint and steel, waterskin, spell component pouch, 54gp 9sp|
Lyle’s family of shoal halflings made their home amongst an archipelago of tropical islands. Other halfling children would play amongst the waves while the adults would practice their crafts and help the occasional boat that grounded on a sandbar. Being along a particularly popular trade route, they saw a wide variety of visitors pass by: from imperial navy ships hauling cargo across the ocean to rum-running pirates hiding booty on the islands.
The islands in the area were mostly harmless. A child might accidentally find an upset wild boar or maybe bump into a cutthroat pirate, but more or less safe overall. Except, of course, for the Far Island. It’s coast was rocky and the currents noticeably stronger. The children were forbade from swimming there and even the adults would avoid the area. Some claimed the ghost of a mutinous first mate haunt the Far Island, while others say the Sahuagin hid a shrine to Blibdoolpoolp under the island. It was the proverbial Old Man’s front lawn.
This, however, did not stop Lyle’s innate halfling curiosity from running wild. One night during a terrible storm, Lyle began his swim to the Far Island to see what the others feared. Though the water was treacherous, Lyle was very clever and found a calmer path closer to the rocky floor. What he found on the island was very strange. There was nothing living amongst the trees; no birds fluttering or bugs buzzing. He even realized there had been no fish near the island. As he trekked across the island looking for anything interesting, he was filled with a wild rash of emotions. At first he was furious that the Far Island seemed so innocent, then he feared for his life as he realized that there must be something dangerous hidden very well lurking further in.
Finally, he came to a cliff face with a clear view of the deep ocean and noticed that a storm had been brewing up since he had arrived on the island. And then, he saw it. A simple stone pedestal, covered in algae from the sea fifty feet below. Adorned atop it, a shining blue pair of waves. As Lyle’s outstretched hands came closer, a lightning bolt crashed down into the altar sending a wave of electricity straight through his small body. The storm had begun, and in the distance Lyle saw an entire caravan of ships battered around like toys. Cracking and breaking under the bright lightning, not a single ship survived that storm.
It was there that Lyle first met Umberlee and reveled in her rage. Nothing can stand against the tide.