About Adventus Artemidorus
Male, Human, Ranger (Sable Company Marine/Skirmisher) 3
Light Steel Shield
Handle Animal: 5 (3-1+3)
Heal: 6 (3+0+3)
Knowledge Nature: 6 (3+0+3) Lost to int drain
Perception: 6 (3+0+3)
Ride: 5 (3+3+3-4)
Stealth: 5 (3+3+3-4)
Survival: 6 (3+0+3)
Max dex: 3
Sandpoint Guard Tabard of Resistance +1
Hippogriff Military Saddle
Wand of Stone Fist 28/50
Favored Enemy: Bonus on Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival, Attack and Damage against creatures of his selected type
Track: A ranger adds half his level (minimum 1) to Survival skill checks made to follow or identify tracks.
Feats and Traits:
Outlander (Exile): +2 to initiative
Indomitable Faith: +1 to Will saves
A Sable Company washout. It was not his skill at arms. It was not how well he took the the juvenile Hippogriff he had been assigned. It was probably the fact that he broke his drill sergent's jaw with the edge of his shield after the man tried to make him do this very thing to another recruit who was not up to the sergent's standards. 'Ventus has never been the sort to put up with that kind of thing.
So he left Korvosa with the damn expensive hippogriff saddle he had had to buy himself in tow. He had heard rumors Sandpoint liked to take in oddities like him and often had the sort of problems a man with a sword could get paid to handle. Besides, the big city had been starting to get to him. He had been born outside of Korvosa so back out into rural Varisia he would go.
He hitched a ride along with a merchant caravan, helping with the animals and looking intimidating enough to ward of any bandits. They kept him fed well enough and out of the elements in return. They parted ways just outside of Sandpoint.
----Adapted for second attempt----
Ventus did not think twice when he cracked his drill sergent across the jaw with his shield. The man had been pushing them and pushing them for the past couple of months and he was sick of it. Having the recruits run in full kit in the summer sun was a normal part of training for most but after the forth day straight and no end in sight, they were starting to look ragged and worn, their bodies were sore and had no chance to recover. That was when Viks collapsed ahead of him. Ventus had been lagging behind the others so he got there last.
Viks was red and shaking. There was a pool of what Ventus assumed to be the man's lunch on the side of the road. The sergent was already berating them for stopping and Ventus had had enough. He calmly directed the others to get Viks to the infirmary before turning on the sergent. With one blow he ended his career with the Sable Company.
Two days later, he was sitting on his saddle on the side of the road leading out of Korvosa idly chewing a piece of hay. His saddle was resting in the dirt and not on the back of a hippogrif like it was supposed to. His career had ended well before he had been issued a juvenile hippogriff to work with. That was when he saw a Varisian caravan trundling down the road.
They saw him too it seemed, and slowed down as he spat the piece of hay into a ditch. One thing led to another and he was soon driving a wagon and getting fussed at by the caravan matriarch. Apparently, her blonde drover boy never ate enough. Sure he was an outsider to their more private matters but the Varisians treated him well and looked out for him. They tolerated his veneration of Gozreh and he made sure he paid service to Desna when it was due.
Still there are days when he looks up and spies a bird wheeling overhead and feels a profound sense of loss. He knows he would make the same choices in a moment but there are still times he thinks about his lost opportunities.
Not the biggest man to ever stride under the sun but a pretty tough one. He is clearly a trained fighter, if the sword and shield did not give that away immediately. He moves with the sureness of a man who fully expects to be trying to navigate much worse conditions in the near future.
Despite not being the most handsome fellow in Sandpoint, his features a bit on the blocky and rough side of the spectrum, he generally has a bemused smile on his face when dealing with people. A mane of straw blonde hair is often swept back and held in place with a touch of grease. His training left him with a few scars, most notable is the remains of a 'love peck' across the bridge of his nose, which he got from one of the hippogriff juveniles.
Despite not being all that good with people, he is a friendly man. Usually seeming more amused than annoyed or angry. He rarely gives explanations for his behavior, but generally tries to work towards the best interests of everyone involved. 'Ventus is also not the sort to let things lie, particularly if someone has been wronged. He has a bad habit of sticking up for the underdog in most situations and sticking his nose in other people's business. Despite his muddied family line having roots in Cheliax, he has no love of the bedeviled nation and those feeling a little too much national pride might wish to watch themselves around him.
4th: +1: Dex (17)
5th: Boon Companion
6th: Combat Style: Shield Master
7th: Mounted Combat
8th: +1: Dex (18)
9th: Improved Two-Weapon Fighting
10th: Combat Style: Shield Focus
11th: Two-Weapon Rend
12th: +1: Dex (19)
13th: Greater Two Weapon Fighting
14th: Combat Style: Greater Shield Focus
15th: Trick Riding
16th: +1: Str (18)
17th: Mounted Skirmisher
18th: Combat Style: Bashing Finish
20th: +1 to Wis