• Weapon and Armor Proficiency: Witches are proficient with all simple weapons. They are not proficient with any type of armor or shield. Armor interferes with a witch’s gestures, which can cause her spells with somatic components to fail (see Arcane Spells and Armor on page 83 of the Pathfinder RPG Core Rulebook).
• Hex - Witches learn a number of magic tricks, called hexes, that grant them powers or weaken foes.
• Patron - At 1st level, when a witch gains her familiar, she must also select a patron. This patron is a vague and mysterious force, granting the witch power for reasons that she might not entirely understand. While these forces need not be named, they typically hold influence over one of the following forces.
•Familiar - At 1st level, a witch forms a close bond with a familiar, a creature that teaches her magic and helps to guide her along her path. Familiars also aid a witch by granting her skill bonuses, additional spells, and help with some types of magic. This functions like the wizard’s arcane bond class feature, except as noted in the Witch’s Familiar section.
A witch must commune with her familiar each day to prepare her spells. Familiars store all of the spells that a witch knows, and a witch cannot prepare a spell that is not stored by her familiar. A witch’s familiar begins play storing all of the 0-level witch spells plus three 1stlevel spells of the witch’s choice. The witch also selects a number of additional 1st-level spells equal to her Intelligence modifier to store in her familiar. At each new witch level, she adds two new spells of any spell level or levels that she can cast (based on her new witch level) to her familiar. A witch can also add additional spells to her familiar through a special ritual.
Your great interests as a child did not lie with current events or the mundane— you have always felt out of place, as if you were born in the wrong era. You take to philosophical discussions of the Great Beyond and of historical events with ease.
You have bridged the gap between the natural magic of the Mwangi peoples and the refined magic of the Chelish colonists.
Kalaya's parents were active members of the Hand of Jorin, her father a skilled warrior, her mother an adept escape artist, both of whom found themselves continuously on the front lines of the guerillar war against the Jarlmoot.
Time and time again their expertly planned raids brough freed prisoners and reappropriated wealth from their dwarven oppressors, until the day when one of their own, angry over her mother's refusal to become involved in an illicit tryst, betrayed the group's plans.
At the age of thirteen, Kalaya witnessed her father's death at the hands of a dwarven axemaster, her mother taken down while attempting to escape, the young girl fled for thhe wild forests.
Lost and terrified, hiding desperately with her entire world in shambles, the young girl would have died of thirst, yet as she lay weakly in a rare clearing, a great horned owl alighted on her chest, staring into her eyes with an intensity that seemed to swallow up her soul.
As she met its gaze, the world seemed to collapse in on itself drawing her down until she stood alone and naked in an endless void. Yet she was not alone. With her stood a being of great beauty, grace and elegance with a predator's fireceness, she knew at once to be the true form of the raptor astride her physical body so far away.Delicately, yet powerfully the creature reached out to her mind. Wordlessly they spoke for what felt like days, Kalaya learning of the old powers, far beyond the likes of Baal, who had seen enough of the domination of the world and sought to awaken a lost age of power and awareness.
She learned of the bond that would allow her to access greater knowledge through her interaction with Whisperwing the name of her companion in human words.
Abruptly she was once again in her own body, her mind and body infused with purpose and a growing strength. And more...knowledge, a wealth of knowledge that would ensure that she would never be a victim again. Never see another like her see everything they loverd torn from them.
She learned to survive in the wilds, to call upon the power and knowledge from beyond the stars, to work her way into the fringes of society, hiding her magic, seeming little more than a medicine woman.
Yet she knew that one day, she would stand over the corpes of the warrior that had taken her parents, and see the look in his eyes as he drew his last breath at the hands of a simple human girl.
Kalaya is a beautiful woman, if wildy so, possessing an untamed intensity that possesses the pull of danger, with an exotic naturalism.