About Davos Quaith
Davos Quaith
NG Male Chelaxian Cleric of Sarenrae 3/Binder 1
XP: 6010
Stats
NG Medium humaniod
HD: 4d8+4 (21hp)
Speed: 20ft
Initiative: +0
Senses: Listen +3, Spot +3
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Armor Class: 16 (+6 armor)
Fort: +6 (+3 cleric, +2 binder, +1 CON)
Ref: +1 (+1 base)
Will: +8 (+3 cleric, +2 binder, +3 WIS)
Current Buffs: None
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Scimitar: +5 Melee (1d6/19-20x2) Slashing
BAB: +2
Grapple: +4
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Turn Undead: 5/day +2 (2d6+5)
Domains: Glory & Fire
Spells Prepared:
-0th (4/day)
Detect Magic
Guidance
Light
Resistance
-1st (2/day + bonus + domain)
Burning Hands (D)
Divine Favor
Shield of Faith
Protection from Evil
-2nd (1/day + bonus + domain)
Bless Weapon (D)
Spiritual Weapon
Lesser Restoration
Vestige Bound: Leraje, the Green Herald
- +4 competence bonus on Hide checks
- Low-Light Vision
- Precise Shot
- Ricochet
-Weap Prof (longbow and shortbow)
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Skills
Armor Check Penalty: -3
Concentration +8 (7 ranks, +1 CON)
Knowledge (arcana) +2 (1 rank, +1 INT)
Knowledge (religion) +8 (7 ranks, +1 INT)
Knowledge (the planes) +8 (7 ranks, +1 INT)
Spellcraft +7 (6 ranks, +1 INT)
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Feats
Martial Weapon Proficiency (scimitar) (bonus)
Spell Focus (conjuration) (1st)
Augment Summoning (3rd)
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STR: 14, DEX: 10, CON: 12, INT: 12, WIS: 16, CHA: 15
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Gear
Head:
Face:
Throat: Silver Holy Symbol of Sarenrae (1 lbs)
Shoulders:
Torso:
Body: +Mwk Breastplate (30 lbs)
Arms:
Hands:
Ring:
Ring:
Waist:
Feet:
Main Hand: Mwk Scimitar (4 lbs)
Off Hand:
Mwk Buckler (5 lbs)(hanging on belt)
Backpack: (total 19 lbs)
-bed roll (5 lbs)
-trail rations, 3 days (3 lbs)
-silk rope, 50ft (5 lbs)
-water skin (4 lbs)
Money: (6.3 lbs)
-320 pp
-1 gp
-9 sp
-5 cp
Total Weight: 60.3lbs. (Light Load)
hp rolls for levels 2 and 3 (1d8+1=2, 1d8+1=5)
Rolls adjusted for min roll of 4.
Lvl 4 hp (1d8+1=5)
Background: Short Version
Davos is the eldest son of Lord Savars Quaith and was set to inherit his father's title and fortune. Davos however, was more interested in reading, painting, and sewing than being a lord. Ashamed of his eldest son's cowardly ways, Lord Savars threatened his son with an "accident" if he did not forsake his inheritance and join the clergy. So Davos left his mother and sister's to become a priest, while his younger brother Arthos, became his father's heir.
Davos quickly adjusted to life at the temple of Sarenrae. He studied hard and quickly rose to prominence in all areas except swordplay. There, the other acolytes, jealous of his high marks in other areas, would beat him mercilessly with the wooden practice swords. Davos spent two years retiring to his bed chamber covered in bruises and cuts.
The torment would not last forever though. Davos was chosen to go on a multi-faith diplomatic mission. A group of missionaries was chosen to establish contact with the various goblin tribes and negotiate a treaty. A paladin of Iomedea named Mandraiv, a ranger Erastil of named Wesh, and a mage-priestess of Nethys of named Aylmora would complete the group.
For nearly a year, the group wandered the wilderness north of Sandpoint seeking to make contact with the goblin. Always they were meet with hostility and violence, until they happened across a hunting party from the goblin community of Thistletop. There, they were greeted and welcomed into the compound. While suspicion remained on both sides, the goblin leader listened to their plea for peace and shared his meal with them.
Things seemed to be going well, until night fell and the companions fell asleep. Mandraiv was killed in the initial attack, but the other three were bound and held inside the main hut. The next day, a strange woman with a grotesque scaly red arm, entered the hut. She pointed at Aylmora and said something to the goblin king that Davos did not understand. The goblins leaped into action, smashing Wesh's head in with a large stone and dragging Aylmora out side, leaving Davos to scream and rage at his goblin captors alone.
Davos lost count of the days he sat in that hut, but finally he realized that the goblins hadn't taken his eating knife. He quickly began to saw at the ropes binding him to the pole. As the last threads parted, he heard a commotion outside the hut.
Background: Long Version (Work in Progress)
Davos sat in the anteroom sweating through his tunic. One was not called to the chambers of the High Priestess for no reason. They know, Davos thought to him self, surely they will expel me from the clergy.
It had been nearly twenty minutes since Brother Santos had led him to this room, bid him to wait here, then continued on into the High Priestess's solar. Davos could hear their muffled voices through the engraved wooden door. He rose from his seat and crept forward, pressing his ear to the gilded image of a mounted paladin.
"The boy is not meant to be an evangelist. He not even competent with a scimitar. You should choose some one with more experience," came the muffled voice of Brother Santos.
"Brother Santos, when I am dead you may run this temple how you wish. But until then, do not question my decisions," came the reprimand. The goddess has marked this one for greatness. The cosmos is stirring, and the people will soon have need of heroes. Now, show the boy in."
Davos didn't wait to hear Brother Santos's reply, instead he raced back to his seat, hoping that he wouldn't be caught dropping eaves. He landed in the chair a moment before the door swung open. "She will see you now," said Brother Santos as he held the door open.
Davos stood on rubbery legs and approached the entryway. The room was neither overly large nor uncomfortable small and the floor and walls were covered in thick carpets. A brazier stood in the corner, gently warming the chill air, and a small wooden desk sat pushed against the far wall.
