Tales of Sword & Sorcery (Inactive)

Game Master Aku Warashi

Melee
Greatsword: +5
Damage: 2d6+5

Ranged
Javelin: +2
Damage: 1d6+4
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STATISTICS
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Str: 16, Dex: 12, Con: 16, Int: 12, Wis: 14, Cha: 08
Base Atk +1; CMB +0; CMD 10
Traits:
Drawbacks:
Feats:
1- Hero's luck, Endurance, Diehard

Skills (points; 4 class, 0 INT +1 culture)
Perception: 1
Acrobatics: 1
Survival: 1
Intimidate: 1
Climb: 1
ACP -4

*ACP applies to these skills
Non-Standard Skill Bonuses

Languages Tharag Thulan, Lamuran, Khaziztani

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Rage: 7/day

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GEAR/POSSESSIONS
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Carrying Capacity
Light 0-33 lb. Medium 34-67 lb. Heavy 68-100 lb.
Current Load Carried 0 lb.

Arms and Armor: Scale Mail, Greatsword, Throwing spears(javelin)(5)

Money 0 GP 0 SP 0 CP

[spoiler=Background]
Arrak had always been different from his tribe. Since the day of his birth he had always been smaller, considered weaker. Even his hair marked him as different, it was jet black, in stark contrast to the golden locks of the tribe. He had been, tolerated. No matter what feats of strength he achieved, equal to that of any other in the tribe, he was mocked and ridiculed. One day, another lad in the village pushed him to far. Arrak flew into a rage and beat the other down, finally ripping the lad's throat out with his bare hands. He was offered one of two choices, exile, or trial by combat with the tribe's leader. Only at the age of 16, he had no way of winning, and he had desired to leave for a long time. He left, taking nothing but the wolf skin he had gained on his first hunt and the customary dagger the tribe gives to any exile. The dagger wasn't much good for hunting. However, Arrak managed to overcome that urge, his hatred and need to prove his strength driving him onward.

Arrak made it to the deserts of Khazistan before succumbing to heat, exhaustion, and hunger. He was saved by a traveling caravan and taken to Zul-Bazzir. There he was used by his savior Jiana, as a servant to "pay off" the debt of his life. He was also taught some of the more "civilized" ways. His bulk and size was always larger and taller than the others in the city however, and eventually his strength and skill at arms caused him to stand out. He eventually managed to gain his freedom by fighting in arenas where he learned to make use of the heavy armor of the civilized land. However, he always kept his wolf skin strapped over his right Shoulder, and his many underdog victories gave him the name of The Wolf of Thule. He works now as a mercenary and continues to wander at the marvels of the civilized world. However, he would lie if there were days that he didn't miss the simple life the tribes lived. The cold wind on his face. While he has grown accustomed to the desert air, he still loves the cold breeze of the north. He actually keeps in touch of Jiana, and often does work for her.

Arrak is, in most regards, a man of simple pleasures. His love of battle is equal to that of any warrior of the north, and his skills are only improving. He has grown to enjoy the... pleasures... offered in the cities, and that requires money, money he gets, by doing what he enjoys. Fighting. Other than mercenary work, he fights in wrestling matches, public brawls or other sorts.

Personality: Despite his large stature, he is a fairly friendly, if overbearing, man. While he often is distrustful of people, He is fairly protective of his friends, and, due to his past does not approve of "bullying". He believes in honoring and repaying debts.

Appearance, just slightly less skulls, and add a wolf pelt (head included) on his right shoulder

“Why do you do this to your poor mother? Was it not me who had her Moon-sister pronounce auspicious omens of megin upon your birth? Was it not me who had her Wolf-sister provide wild beasts, ferocious and strong, to nurse you as a child? Was it not me who raised you in the Old Ways of bone and breath, bile and blood?”

“It was.” He tested his load, shifting its balance slightly; he planned to journey far this day and for many days to come, and did not wish to tire unnecessarily. ”And what did you have your Skull-sister do?”

His mother flinched, shrinking away from him and wringing her hands; her long, bony fingers slid over and through one another, making strange patterns only possible due to the extra knuckle each of her digits possessed. ”Oh, you hurt your poor mother, you do. Everything I’ve done I’ve done for your sake, my one and only son, my –“

”Enough!” he shouted, feeling her sorcery trying to find purchase within his mind. She fell silent, eyes wide; he turned and looked up into her broad, craggy face. ”You tell me I can master all magics, master all the world - but I am not even master of myself!” For a moment fires burned in his eyes; not the wild flare of rage, but instead the hard, focused flames of purpose. ”I will see this world beyond the cold wastes for myself, see if it is a prize worth winning. And if it is, I will master the old ways through trial and pursuit, not by the prattling of an old woman!” He held his mother's gaze with a ferocity that made her drop her eyes. He stalked away several steps before stopping.

”When I am satisfied that the world is worth winning, I will return to you, mother,” he said in a softer tone. He turned back and looked upon their home, squinting in the pre-dawn light at the mud brick hut roofed with sod, the curtain of strange furs pulled to the side allowing his mother, hunched over and bow-legged as she was, to barely squeeze into it's large entrance.

”Will you?” she replied, her voice pathetic yet menacing. ”And who is to say I shall be here to greet you if you do?”

”You and your sisters were old when first rose Elder Kuth, were you not?” He cocked a bushy eyebrow at her and smiled, knowing that she could see him clearly despite the dim light. ”Surely you can wait a few more decades.” He bowed low. ”Goodbye, mother.”

And with that, he turned and strode off to the south as dawn broke, never looking back.

He wears a long heavy fur cloak which he generally keeps closed, a bulge evident high on his back; underneath he wears a fur loincloth and boots, and has a small iron cauldron strapped to his back with rope.

The way of bone is the way of physicality and base matter, and is associated with earth, stone, and metals (the bones of the world). While it is the simplest of the ways to understand, mastery requires a willingness to impose unatural changes to one's own body and risk it's destruction. The way of breath is the way of intellect and abstract concept, and is associated with wind, clouds, and the heavens. It is often the hardest way to understand, and mastery requires the ability to divorce oneself from the physical world and risk destruction of the mind. These two ways are considered fundamental opposites, but it is through their combination that creatures are given form and sentience.

The way of bile is the way of passion and motivation, and is associated with flame and fiery eruption. Mastery requires one be able to give themselves over completely to their passion yet still maintain purpose and control, which risks destruction of the soul. The way of blood is the way of wisdom and knowledge, and is associated with rivers and seas. Mastery requires one to not only cultivate and accumulate knowledge, but also discern the truths behind mere facts, risking irrevocable madness. These two ways are considered fundamental opposites, as exhibited by how few people actually do what they know is best for them, but through their combination great and lasting achievements may be attained.

Melee +3

Ranged +1
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STATISTICS
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Str 16, Dex 12, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 12
Base Atk +0 CMB +3; CMD 14
Feats

Sturdy. Urlok has a permanent benefit as per the endure elements spell for cold. Additionally he has a +1 natural armor bonus to Armor Class. The harsh lands of Tharag Thule have given the inhabitants a thick skin and inured them to lesser colds.

Feral. Urlok gains a +2 racial bonus to Perception checks. In the wilds, one must always be wary lest they become prey.

Superstitious. Urlok has more levels in spellcasting classes than non-spellcasting classes, so he casts spells with a +1 bonus to effective caster level. While the common folk of the north shrink in fear from that which they don’t understand, Urlok’s respect for the supernatural has only heightened his magical pursuits.

Ability Adjustment. +2 to Strength. While most northmen grow strong through toil and combat, Urlok’s physical prowess is born of his meditations on the way of bone.

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CLASS ABILITIES
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Nature Bond. Metal Subdomain of the Earth Domain. At first level grants Metal Fist (Su) (5 rds/day): As a swift action, Urlok can turn his fists into metal for 1 round, allowing him to make unarmed strikes that deal 1d6 points of bludgeoning damage plus his Strength modifier. These unarmed strikes do not provoke attacks of opportunity, but attacking with both uses the two-weapon fighting rules as normal. In addition, these unarmed strikes ignore the hardness of items with a hardness of 10 or less. He can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + his Wisdom modifier. Urlok has begun to master both his own body and that of the world in his pursuit of the way of bone.

Nature Sense. Urlok gains a +2 bonus on Knowledge (nature) and Survival checks. Due to his unusual upbringing, Urlok has developed a deeper understanding of the natural world.

Spontaneous Casting. A druid can channel stored spell energy into summoning spells that he hasn't prepared ahead of time. He can “lose” a prepared spell in order to cast any summon nature's ally spell of the same level or lower.

Wild Empathy. A druid can improve the attitude of an animal. This ability functions just like a Diplomacy check made to improve the attitude of a person. The druid rolls 1d20 and adds his druid level and his Charisma modifier to determine the wild empathy check result. The typical domestic animal has a starting attitude of indifferent, while wild animals are usually unfriendly.

To use wild empathy, the druid and the animal must be able to study each other, which means that they must be within 30 feet of one another under normal conditions. Generally, influencing an animal in this way takes 1 minute but, as with influencing people, it might take more or less time. A druid can also use this ability to influence a magical beast with an Intelligence score of 1 or 2, but he takes a –4 penalty on the check. Having suckled upon wild beasts in his infancy, Urlok has a rare bond with animals.

Urlok casts spells at an effective caster level of 2.
Concentration +3 (actual caster level 1 + 2 WIS)
Arcane Spell Failure Chance: 15% (5% from armor, 10% from shield)

0th (3/day at will)]; Save DC 12 create water, purify food and drink, spark

1st (2+1*/day); Save DC 13 ant haul, magic stone*, stone fist

*Domain Spells: 1st—magic stone, 2nd—heat metal^, 3rd—stone shape, 4th—spike stones, 5th—wall of stone, 6th—wall of iron^, 7th—will need replacement spell due to setting exclusion – elemental body IV (earth only), 8th—iron body^, 9th—elemental swarm (earth spell only).
^Replacement Domain Spells for the Metal Subdomain.

Current Load Carried 20 lb.

Shield, heavy wooden; +2 shield, -2 armor check penalty, arcane spell failure 15%, 10 lb. (7gp)
Fur Armor; +1 armor, 0 armor check penalty, arcane spell failure 5%, 5 lb. (3gp)

Iron cauldron; 5 lb. (1gp)

Money GP: 59 SP: 0 CP: 0