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About Dorial

Dorial of the Vale (Age 17)
Female Human Druid (Wind) 6 
N Medium Humanoid (Human) 
Init +9; Perception +13; Concentration +12

Languages: Common, Druidic, Sylvan
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DEFENSE 
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AC 18, touch 13, flat-footed 15 (+3 armor, +3 dex, +1 shield, +1 NA) 
hp 45 (6d8+12)
Fort +7, Ref +5, Will +9

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OFFENSE 
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Spd 30ft. 
Melee 
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Club +3 (1d6-1 20/x2)

Ranged 
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Dart +7 (1d4-1 x2)

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STATISTICS 
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Str 8, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 18, Cha 8 
Base Atk +4; CMB +3; CMD 16

Feats 
Spell Focus (Conjuration)
Augmented Summoning
Improved Initiative
Natural Spell

Skills 
Perception(T) +13
Survival(T) +15
Fly*(T) +10
Knowledge (Nature)(T) +12
Handle Animal(T) +8
Spellcraft(T) +10
Heal(T) +9
Sense Motive +5

Traits 
Focused Mind (You gain a +2 trait bonus on concentration checks)
Reactionary  (You gain a +2 trait bonus on Initiative checks)

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CLASS FEATURES 
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Summon Nature’s Ally
Nature Bond
Nature Sense
Wild Empathy
Orisons
Wind Blast (Su): Bull rush +10 CMD 30' line (7/day)
Woodland Stride
Trackless Step
Resist nature's lure
Wild Shape 3/day
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GEAR 
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Wooden Armor
Shield, Light (Wooden)
Darts x3
Pouch
Cold Weather Gear (white), Masterwork

Gold: 0 :(
Silver: 86
Copper:

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MAGICAL GEAR
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Shrunken head
Pearl of Power Type I
Wand of Cure Light Wounds (39 remaining)
Amulet of Natural Armor +1
Druid's Vestment
Nature's Whim

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SPELLS (Quick Reference-Memorized)
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0-Level (4/day)
*Detect Magic
*Create Water
*Light
*Purify Food and Drink
*Guidance

1st-Level (4/day)
*Speak with Animals
*Whispering Wind (Domain)
*Entangle (DC 15 Ref; See text)
*Faerie Fire
*Obscurring Mist
*Cure Light Wounds

2nd-Level (4/day)
*Burning Gaze
*Barkskin
*Flaming Sphere
*Wind Wall (Domain)
*Wilderness Soldiers
*Chill Metal
*Fog Cloud
*Bull's Strength

3rd-Level (3/day)
*Gaseous Form (Domain)
*Call Lightning

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Common Wild Shapes
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Black Bear:

Attacks:
2 Claws +3[+5] (1d4[+2]), Bite +3[+5] (1d4[+2])

AC 16 | Touch 13 | FF 13

Bonuses: Low-Light Vision, Scent


Eagle:

Attacks:
Bite +2[+4] (1d4[+1]), 2 Talons +2[+4] (1d4[+1])

AC 16 | Touch 14 | FF 12

Bonuses: Fly 30', +1 Reflex Saves, Low-Light Vision


Giant Marmoset:

Attacks:
2 Claws +3[+5] (1d4[+2]), Bite +3[+5] (1d6[+2]) or 2 Claws +3[+5] (1d4[+2]), Tail Slap -2[+0] (1d6[+2])

AC 16 | Touch 13 | FF 13

Bonuses: Climb 30', Low-Light Vision, Scent


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Summon Nature’s Ally
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1st Level
*All stat blocks

2nd Level
*Worker Ant
*Giant Spider

3rd Level
*Wolverine
*Leopard
*Dire Bat

Background:
For the first few years of her life, Dorial enjoyed a warm house and family. Her father was a blacksmith and her mother a seamstress. She was in heaven and had anything that she wanted, that is until she turned five. On her fifth birthday, her father was going to present her with a beautiful piece of metalwork that he created in his smithy. Unfortunately, he never made it home and the following search was unable to uncover any clues. In the end, still no one knows what happened.

Over the next ten years, Dorial was harassed and bullied by the other local children. "Dorial the unwanted" they would call her, teasing that her father didn't want her. During this time, she honed her senses to alert her when the other kids were lurking nearby and chose a different path.

At the age of fifteen, something snapped inside of Dorial. A group of children, all her age, had cornered her as they normally did and started calling her names. When the fire inside her erupted, she yelled out as a gust of wind flew from her body, knocking all of them back. Frightened, Dorial ran. And kept running until she could no longer see the city behind her. Exhausted and tired, she collapsed under a tree. The dream she had that night would start her down the path to druidism.

Soaring high above the clouds, 'From here, the people in that town look like tiny ants. Perhaps I should see what the commotion is.' Pulling her wings behind her back, she dives thousands of feet in mere seconds. The rush of wind against her beak only part of the exhilaration. Spreading her wings with less than a hundred feet before the ground, she rides the air current as she circles the town below.

'I can't tell what's going on, but it looks like those people are piling up bodies and burning them.'

The dream ends as Dorial awakens. The night still young, and a grin upon her face.