Initiative; +1 Perception +8
Blessings - 5/5
Channel Positive Energy (3d6) - 7/7
Fervour - 6/6
Incanter Spell Points - 9/9
Warpriest Spell Points - 7/7
Caster Level 4
Life Sphere Magic - Allows the use of Healing and Restorative talents.
Warp - Bend time and space to move yourself or cause other effects.
Destruction - Grants the use of various devastating blasts.
Combat Gear (Attuned) +1 Roksper (Silversheen Spear) (6 lbs), Darkwood Heavy Shield with Shield Sconce (5 lbs),(Attuned) +1 Breastplate (30 lbs), Masterwork Warhammer.
Armour Expert - Reduce the penalty for wearing armour by 1.
Martial Tradition - Valkyria
Lancer Sphere - Lethal, piercing attacks.
Shield Sphere - Using a shield for both offense and defence.
Favoured Class Bonus Warpriest +3 HP.[/spoiler]
Born the granddaughter of the Valkyrie Geiravor, Eydis had a shadow over her. Her Grandmother was a powerful servant of the gods. Her Grandfather a mighty hero who had wooed a Valkyrie. Her mother had the blood of the Valkyries in her blood, and soon proved herself her mother’s equal in valour and deeds, eventually finding a match in Eydis’ father.
Her siblings also inherited the powers of a Valkyrie into there bloodline but Eydis...Eydis did not. She was a simple human, a mortal. Among the radiantly powerful members of her family she felt small, pathetic and average. Magic did not spring forth from her fingers at a whim, nor was her body mighty.
But then, her father and grandfather were human too. Paragons of humanity, mighty heroes whose names carried renown for all, but humans. And so, she decided, she would make humanity her strength. She would never match her siblings for power or magic, but none of them could pick up new talents the way she could. She could read earlier, dance better and farm more expertly than most people.
More, her heritage and family name meant she could do things that others typically could not. The Spear Maidens of her home allowed her to train with them, and learn the ways of fighting with spear and shield. From her Grandmother she learned about Wotan Himself, Chief among the Gods, and eventually chose to dedicate her life to serving him as well. In pride her Grandmother handed her a silver spear, which she said had once been hurled by the Allfather Himself, and a shield she had carved.
By her dedication, she had received certain Blessings from Wotan himself, and received to focus those gifts with the training of the Cunning Women. With the spear of her Grandmother and the magic of her God, she tried to help as best she could.
Of course, her siblings were all around as well. There was, perhaps unsurprisingly, reasonably little to be done with so many around. Instead, she started to journey through the Northlands, doing small deeds to help those who needed it, whether it was mundane matters of the field or more dramatic and violent quests. She journeyed into darkened woods to find rare and exotic materials and into dark caves to slay strange beasts that plagued the lands. Often she stood with other warriors of the North, at least for a time, but just as often she stood alone.
The most famous tale to her name occured during an outbreak of fire on a small farm far from the homes and halls of others. The patrol she traveled with stopped to help, but by the time they reached the farmstead the home was engulfed in flames. All that could be heard were the wails from the upper floor and the wails of the parents, trapped outside. Eydis used her simple size and brute strength to smash down the smouldering door and her magic to heal herself as she waded through the flames. Reaching the upper floors, she was able to throw the children to their parents before jumping herself. Even with her magic, she was badly burned and scarred, but chose to accept them as symbols of her achievement.
It was soon after this that she was returning home, to rest and recuperate, that she saw the witch Sibbe and her henchman stealing three young girls. As was her duty she tried to save them, but was instead captured and dragged along. Drugged and bound, she was laid on the altar stone and sacrificed, her life’s blood spilled and her body cast aside. She was almost dead when three other heros approached the stones...
2 x Masterwork Breastplate.
Holy Symbol worth 300 HS.