Xyro's Legacy of Fire PbP

Game Master xyrophobic

Age 21 yrs Height 5'10" Weight 160 lbs. Hair Black Eyes Green

Beast Master

Some rangers, particularly those in primitive lands or who were raised by animals, have unusually strong bonds with animals. Unique among rangers, they can bond with multiple animals of any kind, creating a menagerie of wild yet loyal creatures, like a strange family.

Infiltrator

Some rangers study their favored enemies and learn their ways, applying this knowledge to their own abilities and using their foes' strengths against them. Infiltrators are willing to walk a mile in an enemy's shoes so as to learn eveything there is to know about their foes in order to more effectively hunt and kill them.

Skirmisher

Many rangers rely on spells, but there are some who eschew aid from divine powers for their own reasons. Skirmishers rely on their wits, their wisdom, and sometimes even instinct to aid in their quests.

Background:

Born to a lower class home outside of Solku, Vonna never knew an easy life. Her father was typically away, taking work where he could find it. Her mother was a fletcher, supplying the defenders of Solku with arrows.

It was tedious eye-straining work, but it earned enough coin to feed herself and her one child, Vonna. When her husband would return from a work trip, they would eat a little better for a while and buy necessities they could not make themselves.

About 7 years ago, while Vonna's father was away came the trouble that would come to be called the "Battle of Red Hail". The gnoll forces were too close by the time defending forces realized and Solku was sealed up in preperation for seige. Many were left outside the walls, sacrifices had to be made.

Vonna and her mother were captured, taken by a particularly intelligent gnoll chieftain. He quickly realized these two were particularly useful, noticing their particular skills. A fletcher and a youth particularly swift on her feet. The youth was as fast if not faster than most of his warriors.

They were separated and each told the other would die if they didn't perform. It was like that for years, and they would not see each other for weeks, maybe months at a time. Her mother making her signature arrows with blue-tipped fletching, dyed with berry juice. Vonna running communication between scouts, war-parties and even tribes.

She paid her dues, studied her enemy and kept them close. Eager to learn everything they had to offer... They took it as a sign of submission, she just wanted to know how to destroy them when the time was right. It was like that, for three years.

Until a huntsman discovered her, this human oddity flitting among gnolls. He was a burly man, accompanied by animals... several of them. He had a preference for large two-handed weapons, a tracker and scout. A ranger. It's what she had been doing for 3 years, ranging.

He rescued her, she resisted for fear her mother would die. He convinced her to join him and his band in attacking the chieftain's village, rescuing her mother and destroying the village itself. They destroyed the village, but her mother had been dead months. And, her hatred for gnolls grew, sharpened and became more focused.

Having nowhere to go, she joined this... ranger. And, learned from him... adapting his ways to her higher agility. She especially liked his skill with animals, treating them as equals.

But, after just short of a year... he succumbed to his own reckless style. A bit over zealous, his whole group was killed when they took on a seemingly weaker force of gnolls.

As she surveyed the bodies, she examined the arrows... force of habit. They all had blue-tipped fletching. Her mother's signature. It was the work of that chieftain, he must have survived a year prior.

She knew what she had to do...

Appearance:

Long and lithe, Vonna cuts a striking silhouette at just under 6 feet tall. Long straight black hair frames piercing green eyes, that unfortunately look out upon the world with understandable distrust.

Serviceable sandy stone colored studded leather armor is fashionable enough. Armament includes composite longbow, several javelin, scimitar, kukri and dagger. At least one quiver on her person at any given time.

The other thing about Nasir is the Sacred Servant archetype from the APG. For delayed Smite progression a paladin gains access to one domain (and domain spells) from her deities portfolio. He also forms his divine bond with his holy symbol and can add enhancements to his spellcasting or channel energy abilities. At later levels he can summon a planar ally without paying the material cost or the "tithe" to the servant itself.
The write up can be found here: Sacred Servant

Thanks again for the consideration and don't hesitate to ask if you have anymore questions.

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From there, she traveled extensively, using her skills at arms to make money and a name for herself. To listen to her tales suggests that she has fought an army of devils in Lastwall, stole treasures from the palaces of the Impossible Kingdom, and even shared a cup and a story with Caydan himself. Truth be told, she's only recently come to the attention of the Pathfinder Society, and the venture captain there sees her as a valuable enough asset to entrust her with a wayfinder. She sees this as evidence that her name and her story is only now beginning.

Over the years, Galendor has diversified his interests in Katapesh into more than just import/export, usually through what he describes as 'wise investments' (i.e. marriages) into small Keleshite-run family businesses, which he gradually over-takes, and then builds-up into powerful mercantile forces.

One such business is Bantling and Ancestors, Embalmers, one of the premiere undertakers of the city of Katapesh, whose motto is "The Only Real Choice When Considering Eternity."

Setesh was groomed by his father to eventually take-over BAE, but being a firm believer that in order to understand a business properly, one must understand it from the ground up, Galendor made certain that his son *really* understood the business, learning the secrets of the embalmers trade, starting first with animals, and gradually working his way up to people.

At first, Setesh was more than a little put-off by the macabre nature of his assigned profession, but over time, as he delved more and more deeply into the history of his profession, and the quasi-magical techniques that were a crucial part of it, he came to appreciate the artistry of what was involved, almost as much as the peace and quiet (the dead rarely talk back, after all). He even began experimenting with some of the techniques that he had learned, discovering that when his skills were applied to living tissue, it was possible to temporarily grant the recipient certain traits reminiscent of the Dead, such as unnatural strength, and superior resilience... He saw no harm in it, being a firm believer that the pursuit of magical knowledge, and personal betterment, is always justified...

...of course, others did not share this view, and when his father found out about his experiments, Setesh was quietly removed from his position, and sent-off on an enforced 'sabbatical'; not a banishment as such - more a suggestion that he take some time off to get his 'youthful restlessness' out of his system. His father has made it abundantly clear that he is welcome back, once he has come to his senses, and decided to settle-down properly (or at least learn to quietly hide his 'hobbies').

As such, Setesh finds himself on the prowl for some work, preferably something that will take him away from Katapesh, and outside his father's immediate sphere of influence...