Imoen
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[edit] Biography
Imoen chuckles when you ask her about her past, assuming that you are just trying to keep her mind on happier times and places. She indulges you, and certainly does cheer up when speaking of how you spent your youths together in Candlekeep. She arrived there that same as you, in the company of your foster father Gorion, but despite this similarity she grew up much more carefree than you did. Indeed, her lighthearted outlook has long kept her immune to the hardships of the world, though the dark confines and horrors of your current location have definitely taken their toll.
[edit] Information
- Race: Human
- Sex: Female
- Class: Thief (7)/Mage
- Alignment: Neutral Good
[edit] Stats
- Strength: 9
- Dexterity: 18
- Constitution: 16
- Intelligence: 17
- Wisdom: 11
- Charisma: 16
[edit] Rogue Abilities
- Lock Picking: 100
- Detect Traps: 95
- Pick Pockets: 35
- Move Silently: 30
- Hide in Shadows: 25
- Detect Illusion: 0
- Set Traps: 5
[edit] Weapon Proficiencies
- Short Sword +
- Dagger +
- Quarterstaff +
- Short Bow +
- Dart +
[edit] Additional information
- Location
Irenicus Dungeon, starting location.
- Retreat
- Quests
Rescuing her is the first part of the main quest.
- Romance
None.
- Conflict
None.
- Special Abilities
None.
[edit] Notes
- Can leave Irenicus Dungeon on her own.
- Only NPC that can leave Spellhold on her own.
[edit] Ending
And what of Imoen, the eternal child? She had long stood in the shadow of (Hero), but she was her own person, and would find fate where she pleased. She returned to Candlekeep for a time, her formidable skill in magic granting a greater appreciation for its tomes. It was smaller than she remembered, however, and she did not stay long. Later she was seen in such vaunted company as Khelben "Blackstaff" and Elminster, by all accounts encouraging them to not be such stick-in-the-muds. Her influence grew over time, and she may have founded a thieves' guild that now operates all the way to Neverwinter. When asked of this she always answered with a smile of purest innocence. "Heya," she would say, "it's just me, Imoen."
