DM Tarfugal's Reign Of Winter

Game Master Humble Winners

Dravin
Human druid (tiger shaman) 1
N Medium humanoid (human)
Init +4; Senses Perception +8
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Defense
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AC 18, touch 13, flat-footed 15 (+3 armor, +2 Dex, +1 dodge, +2 shield)
hp 14 (1d8+6)
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +4
Resist cold 2
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee dagger +4 (1d4+4/19-20) or
. . scimitar +4 (1d6+4/18-20) or
. . shortspear +4 (1d6+4) or
. . shortspear +4 (1d6+4) or
. . shortspear +4 (1d6+4) or
. . shortspear +4 (1d6+4)
Druid (Tiger Shaman) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +3)
. . 1st—cure light wounds, magic fang
. . 0 (at will)—guidance, know direction, light
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Statistics
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Str 18, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 9, Wis 14, Cha 7
Base Atk +0; CMB +4; CMD 17
Feats Alertness, Dodge, Toughness
Traits animalistic affliction (ulfen), northern ancestry, reactionary
Skills Acrobatics -1 (-5 to jump), Handle Animal +3, Knowledge (geography) +3, Knowledge (nature) +5, Perception +8, Sense Motive +4, Survival +4
Languages Common, Druidic
SQ nature bond (tiger [bodyguard] named seth), nature sense, paranoid, shared vigilance, wild empathy +0
Other Gear hide shirt, heavy wooden shield, dagger, scimitar, shortspear, shortspear, shortspear, shortspear, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, carnivore feed (per day) (7), fishhook (2), flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), hip flask, mug/tankard, sewing needle, signal whistle, string or twine, thread (50 ft.), trail rations (7), waterskin, whetstone, 9 gp, 6 sp, 5 cp
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Special Abilities
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Animal Companion Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion.
Energy Resistance, Cold (2) You have the specified Energy Resistance against Cold attacks.
Paranoid Aid Another DC 15 for attempts to help you.
Shared Vigilance (Ex) A bodyguard and its master both gain Alertness as a bonus feat whenever they are adjacent. This ability replaces share spells.
Wild Empathy +0 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy.

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Seth
Tiger (bodyguard)
N Medium animal
Init +3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 14, touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+3 Dex, +1 natural)
hp 15 (+5)
Fort +4, Ref +6, Will +2
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Offense
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee bite +2 (1d6+1), 2 claws +2 (1d4+1)
Special Attacks rake (2 claws +2, 1d4+1)
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Statistics
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Str 13, Dex 17, Con 13, Int 2, Wis 15, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 15 (19 vs. trip)
Feats Alertness, Toughness
Tricks Attack, Attack, Attack Any Target, Defend, Down, Exclusive, Fighting, Flank, Stay
Skills Acrobatics +7 (+11 to jump), Perception +4, Sense Motive +4, Stealth +7
SQ attack any target, defend, exclusive, fighting, flank, shared vigilance
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Special Abilities
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Attack Any Target [Trick] The animal will attack any creature on command.
Defend [Trick] The animal will defend you.
Exclusive [Trick] Takes orders only from its trainer.
Fighting [Trick] The animal has been trained to fight.
Flank [Trick] Attempts to attack and flank indicated enemy.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ feet by sense of smell.
Shared Vigilance (Ex) A bodyguard and its master both gain Alertness as a bonus feat whenever they are adjacent. This ability replaces share spells.

Note: Activating the master's Shared Vigilance ability will activate this ability, too.

Early Life of Čemifobbar
Čhemifobbar was born and raised in the least likely of places. In a Kellid tribe; the Stone Bear. While his mother was carrying him, his parents found a stranger dying in an arctic storm. He was alone, unarmed, unarmoured and dying of numerous arrow wounds. Only when they went to his aid, did they see he was a dhampir. The stranger locked gazes with Čhemifobbar's mother and she was knocked senseless with a feeling of a blazing incandescent icy fire and she suddenly knew that she was carrying a son who would be a dhampir. The stranger died at that moment.

Despite his dhampir taint, his parents kept and raised him. He grew to be stronger than most. He was known as "Iron Tongue" because he had an innate talent for smoothing over disputes within the tribe.

None of the women in the tribe wanted him as a husband. Nor did he seem interested in having a wife and children. Eventually, his nieces and nephews died of old age. But Čhemifobbar was now over ninety years old and still youthful and robust. His bizarre appearance was bad enough, but his inability to age was finally too much for the Stone Bear tribe and he was exiled. He was oddly stoic about his exile. He himself was at a loss to explain why he was so much different from the Kellid.

He wanted to see if he could find anything interesting in civilized lands, now that he had no tribe. He gradually found his way to the city of Caliphas in Ustalav. He was delighted to find he was not unique! He met Pavothael, a hardened dhampir mercenary. Pavothael trained Čhemifobbar. Despite his natural elegance, Čhemifobbar still prefers brute force over finesse in battle.

When Pavothael moved on to his next job, Čhemifobbar started wandering aimlessly again. One night in Galt, he was ambushed by six bandits. Caught unawares as he was, his mind and body suddenly burnt with a glacial furor. As if in a dream, he killed all the bandits. Even those who fled or begged for mercy. He felt no guilt. Only curiosity about how he became so much stronger than normal.

It took him months of practising in solitude to learn how to control his rage. He does not really understand it. All he knows is when he rages, he feels his blood surge with both icy death and blazing life.

Now that Čhemifobbar at least has some control over his talents, he has decided to travel to Taldor. He heard it is an interesting place. Despite being over one hundred and twenty years old, he is still youthful, hale, robust, and oddly naïve. Death seems both friendly and familiar. It just has not claimed him. As yet.

Ability Scores:
STR 17
DEX 14
CON 12
INT 10
WIS 12
CHA 13

Race: Svetocher (Moroi-born Dhampir)

Sex: Male
Age: 126 years old
Height: 6ft 5in (196 cm)
Weight: 210 lbs (95 kg)

Class: Bloodrager (Undead Bloodline, no archetype), level one

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

HP = 11

Svetocher (Moroi-born Dhampir) Racial Traits & Abilities

Ability Adjustments: STR +2, CHA +2, CON -2

Undead Resistance: +2 saves vs. disease & mind-affecting effects

Resist Level Drain (Ex): no energy drain, recovers drained levels in 24 hrs (see text)

Manipulative (alternate): +2 to Diplomacy and +2 Knowledge (nobility)

Spell-Like Abilities (Su): use Obscuring Mist up to 3 times per day

Darkvision: see perfectly in the dark up to 60 feet

Low-Light Vision: see twice as far as humans in low light

Light Sensitivity: dazzled in bright sunlight, or Sunlight spell area

Negative Energy Affinity: negative energy heals, positive energy damages

Alternate Weakness: -1 on saves vs. effects that deal positive energy damage.
Bloodrager Class Powers

Undead Bloodline

Bloodrage: 5 rounds per day

Fast Movement: +10 ft speed, unless wearing heavy armour, or with heavy encumbrance

Frightful Charger: Hitting a creature with a charge attack causes shaken for ½ character level rounds, min. 1, does not stack with other mind altering effects
Traits

Prince (social): +1 Diplomacy & +1 Intimidate, and Diplomacy is a class skill

Restless Wayfarer (campaign): +1 Knowledge (geography), +1 Knowledge (local), and Knowledge (local) is a class skill, and one bonus language

Reactionary (combat): +2 to initiative
Drawback

Umbral Unmasking: has no shadow, easy to observe, but unnoticed most of the time. Succees on a DC 15 Wisdom check notice it plainly (an additional Perception check may be required based on environmental conditions).
Feats

Power Attack: -1 to hit, +2 damage (1-handed) or +3 damage (2-handed)

Current Gear/Kit/Stuff

Scale Mail Armour

Ammentum (2)

Dagger (2)

Great Sword

Heavy Flail

Sling

Sling Bullets (10)

Barbarian's Kit

Explorer's Outfit

Total encumbrance of 96 lbs (medium)

Current Skill Set

Diplomacy +8

Intimidate +6

Linguistics +1

Perception +5

Survival +5

Took +1 skill point instead of +1 HP for first level

Languages Known

Common

Hallit

Skald

"Getting stuff done without magic normally takes muscle and skull-sweat, and that ain't as easy. But with magic all it takes is some finger-wiggling and everything's done for you," the woodsman says with a shrug. "I reckon that's alright for some folk, but I prefer a lad that can pull his own weight. But hell - maybe that's just me..."

At this, Gii's gaze is focused on the dark-haired man. His brow creases slightly, but one would have a hard time telling what the sapphire-eyed Nethian was thinking from his face, alone. The hand holding his longspear is another story, however, as it squeezes tightly around the engraved wood. "I can assure you," he starts, looking the other man straight in the eye, "We must work for every ounce of magic we can weave. I did not wake suddenly one day, and poof-" the heavily-clothed man gestures with his free hand, his face still calm. His eyes seem to shine with an inner power as he continues, "suddenly begin channeling the All-Seeing Eye's power. Decades of study and devotion are what allow me to 'wiggle my fingers and let things be done for me.'" Though his voice does not sound offended, it is clear that Gii does not appreciate the other man's take on magic.

"Whoa, whoa! Ease up there, son," the other man replies, looking at him while holding his hands up as if to ward off a threat. "Look, like I told the boy before; I got no issue with folks using magic and all - I just ain't keen on them using it as a crutch is all."

Gii's brows ease back into their normal shape and his hand unclenches from around the grip of his makeshift walking stick. He adjusts his spectacles with his free hand, sighing lightly. "That I can understand. There are indeed those who let their power rule them, who are as much a slave to their own magics as I am a devotee to great Nethys." The young man coughs into his free hand, and says, "You must excuse me. I am nothing if not a scholar of magics. It is..." he pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words, "unpleasant to hear people speak ill of them."

"Nethys? He's the god of magic or something isn't he? I kinda figure he doesn't really care one way or another what kind does he?" the youngest among them asks, his red-tinted goggles glinting in the dying sunlight.

Gii runs a hand through his hair, looking slightly incredulous. "I will forgive your ignorance on the matter. The All-Seeing Eye is not well-understood by those outside, peering in," he states tersely. "Whatever the case, I have no intentions to use my power to subjugate anything. Whether you choose to believe that, or not, is up to you."

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Racial Abilities
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Ability Score: +2 Dex, -2 Con, + Cha
Size: Medium
Base Speed: 30 ft.
Undead Resistance:
Resist Level Drain:
Manipulative:
Darkvision:
Low Light Vision:
Light Sensitivity:
Negative Energy Affinity:

Alternative Race Trait
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Fangs: On occasion, a dhampir may inherit his father's lengthy canines. Whenever the dhampir makes a grapple combat maneuver check to damage an opponent, he can choose to bite his opponent, dealing 1d3 points of damage as if using a natural bite attack. As a standard action, the dhampir can bite a creature that is bound, helpless, paralyzed, or similarly unable to defend itself.

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Class Abilities
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Unarmed Strike:
Brawlers Cunning:
Martial Flexibility:
Martial Training:

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Traits
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Stolen Fury
Unidentifiable Appeal

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Feats
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Weapons Finesse

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Languages
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Common

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Skills(4)
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Acrobatics 1 + 4 + 3 = 8
Perception 1 + 3 = 4
K(Dungeoneering) 1 + 3 = 4
Sense Motive 1 + 3 = 4

Initiative: +4

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Offense
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BAB: 1
CMB: 1 + 3 = 4
Attack Damage
Unarmed Strike 1d20 + 5 1d6 + 3

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Defense
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HP: d10 + 1 = 11
AC: 10 + 2 + 4 = 16
Touch AC: 10 + 4 = 14
Flat-Footed AC: 10 + 2 = 12
CMD: 10 + 3 + 4 = 17
Fortitude: 2
Reflex: 2 + 4 = 6
Will: 0

Idont was bred rather than born. As an experiment of cultists he was created by forcibly impregnating a woman by a vampire. He was one of many such experiments breeding monsters and demons with humans. These mad cultists were trying to breed a perfect being, the perfect warrior. However Idont was very strong willed and this caused many problems for him. Raised amongst the cultists with other experiments, Idont was taught to fight at an early age. Every so often he was tested by being made to fight another one of the experiments. This continued for most of his childhood until the age of thirteen.

At the age of thirteen, the demon cultists thought they would advance to stage two of their plans. So they decided to improve on this particular subject by preforming a demon ritual. However the ritual seemed to fail, and he were not visibly altered. Instead he became stronger and faster. The cultists did not realize this, thinking he was a failed experiment the cultist thought to sacrifice you to a demon. Upon realizing this and decided to escape. When they took him out of his cell to be bought the sacrificial chamber he used his newly enhanced speed and strength to knockout your guards and escape.

Idont spent the next few years and the streets, running with a gang of orphans. The leader of the gang, John was a clever boy and a decent fighter. John however was not very intimidating, and was often challenged by other members of the gang. One day Idont came upon John being pummeled by a member challenging him for position. Being used to fights and having no real social skills, he wonders up to the fight and looks. Seeing him watching, The boy pummeling John, looks and says "what are you looking at Dhampir freak." Idont responds with "Watching your attempt to fight, if that is what this is?" The boy angry and perceiving an insult from Idont's response, stood up and swung a him. Idont having excellent reflexes and being an experienced fighter swung back and hit the boy knocking him out in one punch. John got up and thanked him, and invited him to join the gang. John and Idont soon became friends, Idont's first friend. Within the year he assumed the position of John's Enforcer. Still socially awkward and strong willed John remained Idont's only friend for several years.

All of this changed Idont met Mary. Mary was the most beautiful half-elf Idont had ever seen, she was also the most ambition thief the gang had ever known. And Idont fell for her instantly. When she joined the gang at about thirteen she was already a master pickpocket. Using her new found influence with Idont she convinced the gang to go into the thieving trade full-time. Under her guidance the gang was so successful that they kept trying bigger and bigger jobs. Then one day Mary came to them with a job that was the biggest of them all. They were going to rob the . Some in the gang protested saying the job was too high profile. The job was to rob a reclusive noble man dabbling in the occult.

So they cased the noble mans estate noting that he and his cultists always spent new moon performing rituals for 3 hours after midnight. So the gang decided to sneak in and steal some of the valuable magical artifacts collected by the noble man. They made it over the gate, and through the court yard without trouble. In the distance they could hear the cultists chanting. Sneaking into the mansion they opened the secret door, into a room laden with magical artifacts. Reveling in their seeming victory they stuffed their stacks. So full of themselves they were that they did not notice that the chanting had stopped. So as they were leaving with their booty, they were caught by surprise when they ran into one of the cultists. The cultists called forth demons these demons slew everyone but Idont.

Alone in the world all of his friend slain, the only family he had ever known gone. So Idont set out, leaving the city and wandering the world doing the only thing he knew how, fighting. So for he 90 years he wondered from fighting pit to fighting pit, making his living with his fists.