Lianth of Mist Lake's page

Str 13, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 17, Cha 10
[3 + 3 + 2 + 0 + 7 + 0 = 15 +2 bonus to Wisdom]

Medium Animal
HD 2d8+4 (13 hp), AC 16 (+2 natural armor, +2 armor, +2 Dex), Bite +2 melee (1d6+1 P +plus trip), Spd 50 ft., BAB +1, CMB +2, CMD 14 (18 vs. trip), Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1, Perception 1 (+5), Stealth 1 (+6), Survival 0 (+1, +5 when tracking by scent), Armor Proficiency (light), Link (+4 to handle animal or wild empathy checks with companion, can command it as a free action or ‘push’ it as a move action), Share Spells, Str 13, Dex 15, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6, Scent
Worn: Leather barding (+2 AB, 20 gp, 15 lbs, 0 ACP)

Tricks: Attack, Come, Defend, Down, Guard, Track, Heel

Feat advancement: Toughness, Improved Initiative, Improved Natural Armor?, Improved Natural Attack?, Endurance, Diehard, Iron Will

Tall, gangly and extremely pale-skinned, with a smattering of freckles on her upper body and cheeks, Lianth has long unkempt red hair and bright blue eyes. She bears only weapons and armor that she has crafted herself, and forages for her own food, as much as possible.

Born to a fairly unremarkable parents, both woodcrafters, skilled in both carpentry (her father, Breon) and fletching (her mother, Sylvane), Lianth was an odd child, displaying neither the brown eyes nor the black hair of her parents, so much so that the neighbors sometimes whispered that she was a changeling child. (Her father’s Ullfen mother looked very much like she does, however, and there was never a question at home as to her paternity.) Despite her parent’s acceptance, the other children her age still whispered their whispers, and Lianth found herself increasingly spending time alone, tending horses or hounds, or, in the most exciting discovery of her youth, hawks, as an Andoran trader passed through, seeking falcon chicks to return to his native lands.

The awakening of her magical potential was subtle, and she unconsciously used her arts to avoid becoming lost, or to mend damaged goods for some time in the practice of her duties, unaware that she was using magic. It was only when her favorite hound, one with a game leg who had been given to her because of its unsuitability to hunt, was injured by a falling log, that she discovered power through her tears, as the bleeding of the wounded dog stabilized, and she was able to sustain its life long enough to bring it home. She agonized over telling her parents of the miracle, and doubted it ever happened, as the wounded dog died of infection a few days later anyway, but finally told them what had happened.

Her mother brought her to a local ‘wise woman,’ whose adept arts were sufficient to determine that Lianth had potential that lay on a different path, and sent her in turn to consult with ‘the Witch of Mist Lake,’ a hermit that the other children thought of as a local boogeyman, who would catch and drown them if they disturbed her secret place. Lianth had many preconceptions shattered that day, first learning that the ‘Witch of Mist Lake’ wasn’t immortal, and was in fact a local villager, named Olamina Treesong, who lived right up the street! Olamina tutored her in the druidic arts, between assigning her many mundane chores. She would spend every day working a half shift with her parents, and then walk the long walk down the winding river branch to Mist Lake, where her tutor waited with yet more tasks, some perplexing and seemingly nonsensical.

It has been years, but she has learned many secrets of the living world, how to forage for food, to cure hides and carve bone, to sustain growing things, and to safely use fire to clear away growth that is harmful. A year ago, her tutor greeted her with a wolf cub with blue eyes like her own, and told her that her next task was to bond herself with it, so that her magics would echo within its skin, as they did within her own. Such a simple-sounding task, but it took her many months to complete, and now she sometimes feel like one soul in two skins, even as she knows that her new companion, who she calls Rourke (after the sound of his playful bark), is his own creature, worthy of respect in his own right.