Pioneer (Horse, +1 Perception)
Outcast (+1 Survival)
Home Sweet Home (the bonuses from your favoured terrains increase by 1, you may cast Guidance once per day as a swift action, you gain a +1 trait bonus on all attacks of opportunity and once per day you may act as though you had the feat Quick Draw.)
Darkvision 60 ft.
Ranger's Focus (3/day, +4 to hit/damage vs. target)
Wild Empathy (+6)
Combat Style (2-hnd Weapon)
Favored Terrain (Woods) +3 to initiative checks and Knowledge (geography), Perception, Stealth, and Survival
Terrain Bond - as long as in favored terrain, allies gain +2 to initiative checks and Perception, Stealth, and Survival
Rage 6 rnds/day
Commonly Prepared Spells:
1st - Lead Blades, Longstrider
2nd - Protection from Energy
+1 Keen Bardiche +14/+9 1d10+8 17-20/x2 Reach, Brace
Enlarged +14/+9 2d8+10 17-20/x2 Reach, Brace
Enraged +16/+11 1d10+11 17-20/x2 Reach, Brace
Enlarged+Enraged +16/+11 2d8+13 17-20/x2 Reach, Brace
MW Silver Shortsword +14/+9 1d6+5 19-20/x2
MW Cold Iron Handaxe +14/+9 1d6+5 20/x3
MW Comp. Longbow +12/+7 1d8+5 20/x3 110 ft. Mighty (+5)
Dagger +13/+8 (+11/+6) 1d4+5 19+/x2 10 ft.
Stag Lord's Helmet (+2 Perception, 3/day deny target of bow attack Dex)
+1 Light Fortification Breast Plate
+2 Cloak of Resistance
+1 Amulet of Natural Armor
+1 Ring of Protection
+2 Belt of Strength and Dex
MW Hide Shirt
4 Potions of Enlarge Person
1 Potion of Cure Serious Wounds
4 Potions of Cure Light Wounds
6 Alchemist's Fire
Horse (Saddle, Bags, etc. - combat-trained)
10 Trail Rations
Flint and Steel
50 ft. Hemp Rope
Coin: 484 pp, 3 gp, 10 sp, 14 cp
N Large animal
Init +4; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +8
AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+4 Dex, –1 size, +2 natural)
hp 19 (2d8+10)
Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +3
Speed 50 ft.
Melee bite +5 (1d4+5), 2 hooves +0 (1d6+2)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
Str 20, Dex 18, Con 21, Int 2, Wis 17, Cha 11
Base Atk +1; CMB +7; CMD 21 (25 vs. trip)
Feats Endurance, RunB
Skills Perception +8
SQ Combat Training
Tricks attack, come, defend, down, guard, and heel
Gear: Studded Leather Barding, Saddlebags, Military Saddle, Bit, Bridle, the works...
Kalev was walking down the path towards Oleg’s, leading his horse after him. The large, brown mare was laden with pelts and skins, evidence of a successful foray into the wilds. Kalev had had the old mare, whom he lovingly called Babiska, since he left the small village of his birth, it having previously belonged to his mother and her husband before they died.
It had been some weeks since he was last at the trading post and he always looked forward to Svetlana’s cooking. And to the company, uncomplicated as it was here on the frontier. No one cared about his bloodline. No one judged him for something he had no power to change. No, they judged him on his abilities as a hunter, and he was quite good, knowing as much about the lay of the land as anyone else and able to hunt most animals, except for the legendary Tuskgutter. The other trappers and hunters, few as they were at any given time, also seemed to accept him as an equal, though he wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends.
Kalev pushed the thoughts aside, not wanting to be reminded of his childhood filled with beatings and scorn. Instead he pushed his thoughts to the news he had heard from Janosk, one of the other hunters, he had met a few days ago on the trail. While sharing a meal and a bit of ale, Janosk had mentioned a group of adventurers or mercenaries, called the Guardians of the Greenbelt or some such, chartered by the Swordlords to explore the Stolen lands. Apparently, they were a group of able warriors, if nothing else, having defeated the old boar. Kalev still recalled the apparent tall tale told by Janosk at the fire two nights ago...
”I tell you, that woman, Kressle, charged the boar barehanded and gave it a sound trashing, by the accounts of it. Filled the beast with terror, that woman did, like she did to so many other men before,” Janosk had said. They had both chuckled at that and raised a glass. Kavel had heard stories of the woman, who’d quickly risen in ranks in the ragtag army of the Stag Lord. He’d even caught a glimpse of her once in the wild, though he hoped she didn’t know, as she’d been bathing in a stream at the time, when Kavel had stumbled upon the scene while tracking a Thylacine through the forest. ”Yes, she is a...special woman, that one. What happened to her? Is she still breathing?” Kalev had asked. ”Yes, I believe so. There was a trial at Oleg’s, but the Guardians put in good words for her. She was lashed and sentenced to recover Svetlana’s wedding band, but other than that, she’s a free woman...or was when I last left the trading post,” Janosk had recounted.
Something had sparked in Kalev’s chest at the stories, half of which were probably tall tales, of their accomplishments and their compassion. Perhaps in this group, he could find someone to call friend, with whom he could share a bond of comradery and belonging and who would look beyond his heritage as they had looked beyond Kressle’s past.
Full of energy and hope, he reached the final hilltop before Oleg’s Trading Post.
Appearance: Muscular and broad-shouldered with long, unkempt dark hair tied into several strands. Slight greenish tint and stong jaw with just a hint of canines. Carries light hide armor, a stout spear, a greataxe and a hunter's bow.