Carrying Capacity Light: 76 lbs. 153 Medium: lbs. 230 Heavy: lbs.
Money: GP SP CP
Total Weight: 57 lbs.
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Familiar:
Kitah (rat), curious, survivor
Tiny animal
Init +2; Senses low-light vision, scent, Perception +5
Defense
AC 15, touch 14, flat-footed 13 (+2 size, +2 Dex, +1 nat)
hd 1
hp 7
Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +3
Offense
Speed 15 ft., climb 15 ft., swim 15 ft.
Melee bite +3 (1d3–4)
Statistics
Str 2, Dex 15, Con 11, Int 6, Wis 13, Cha 2
Base Atk +0; CMB: +0, CMD: 6 (10 vs trip)
Feats Weapon finesse, improved evasion,
Skills Acrobatics +6, Climb +10, Perception +5, Stealth +18, Swim +10; Racial modifier stealth +4
Special emphatic link, share spells, immune to fire, vulnerable to cold
Background:
Now, after a few months, I see things more clearly. I never asked for this; I was chosen by Lord Fire.
There were four of us during that fateful night. We needed to show that we could be warriors, that we could survive in the badlands, that we could outrun the fire. But the winds had suddenly changed direction and we were trapped; there was no escape the rushing flames. Lord Fire would feed his never-ending hunger.
I heard Ferah scream first; Lord Fire’s first victim. He would get all of us that night; his hunger growing. I kept running, prolonging the unavoidable and, after a few minutes, I knew I was the only one left.
I tried to stay low but there was no escape. Luckily the smoke got to me first. Lord Fire would not be pleased; he would be denied my dying screams. The smell of burning flesh and smoke filled my lungs and I passed out. I, too, would feed the Lord.
I woke up in the middle of the night in what must have been Lord Fire’s domain. There was only ash and smoke; flames danced off the burning earth. There was not a living thing in sight yet... she called to me, urged me to get up. My body had been marked by the flames in a way that the tribe’s artists could never do.
Kitah revealed herself to me, a survivor just like me; her furry body glowed with an inner light, as if she was on fire. The rat led me out of the hellish place and I follow her still. My tribe thinks I’m dead, that I died with the others to feed Lord Fire’s hunger. Perhaps one day, I’ll return and tell them that I am one of Lord Fire’s children.
Pallok was born to the Sklar-Quah (Sun Clan) in the Cinderlands of eastern Varisia. His coming of age trials went terribly wrong and what should have been his death, turned into his rebirth as a flame shaman. The highly superstitious man sees omens everywhere and ’knows’ that Lord Fire has singled him out for a purpose. He is afraid that this purpose is wanton destruction. He’s haunted by nightmares where his body turns to living flame and he burns everyone and everything around him.
Kitah, his rat familiar, has been paramount in keeping the young man sane and, even though she does not speak, she hints at another world, a much richer spirit world where Lord Fire is not the only denizen. Pallok continues with his quest to learn and follows Kitah, hoping to one day learn more. For now, he is deathly afraid that Lord Fire will make him commit atrocious crimes as payment for sparing his life. Even his curative magic is tainted with fire. He closes wounds with flames, often leaving his ’patients’ with painful scars.
Personality:
Previously called mercurial by his fellow tribesmen, Pallok is working hard to be more even tempered. In fact, most of his previous acquaintances would not recognize the young man who now speaks like an elder, slowly and with significant pauses in his speech. Some say that he speaks in riddles but this is only due to the fact that Pallok truly is a man caught between two worlds, the urgent material world where situations must be dealt with quickly and the spiritual world where things have a more lasting nature.
At heart, Pallok is a good-natured man who sees portents and spirits everywhere. He’s still afraid that Lord Fire will possess him so the Shoanti tries very hard to remain calm and slow to anger.
Not that he cares to admit it, but Pallok is definitely uneasy around graveyards and prefers that the dead be fed to Lord Fire lest they rise again.
An outdoorsman for most of his life, he feels awkward with too many of life’s comforts. His belly full and a campfire to gaze into is all Pallok needs to feel at home.
Description:
Ht: 6' 0"
Wt: 180 lbs
Age: 19
Hair: Black with reddish highlights
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Brown
Reference Image
Short cropped black hair with reddish highlights frame a strong jawline, Pallok keeps his face clean-shaven as well as the sides of his head. Compact, stringy muscle under skin tanned by many years outdoors allows Pallok to move gracefully. Tribal tattoos with flame motifs adorn his body. When traveling, the shaman wears hide armor under his snug-fitting clothes. Leather boots on his feet and his few weapons (spear and hunting knife) complete the picture.
However, what is most disturbing is the radiant light behind his eyes and the faint smell of smoke about him. When he uses the special abilities of Lord Fire, a hungry spectral flame dances about his body.
