DM Barcas - Skull & Shackles: Freedom of the Sea (Inactive)

Game Master Isaac Duplechain

==DEFENSE==
AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +2 dex)
hp 12 (1d10+2)
SR 0
Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +0

==OFFENSE==
Spd 20 ft/x4
Melee Unarmed Strike +2 (1d3+3) 20/x2
Melee Scimitar +2 (1d6+3) 18-20/x2
Melee Melee Dagger +2 (1d4+3) 19-20/x2
Ranged Thrown Dagger +1 (1d4+3) 19-20/x2

Favored Class (Fighter): +1 to CMD vs grapple and trip

==STATISTICS==
Str 16, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 10, Cha 12
(Human bonus to Str)
BAB +1, CMB +4, CMD +16

Weapon and Armor Proficiency: All simple and martial weapons and with light armor and shields except tower shields.

Feats
(Human) Combat Expertise (take -1 to attack for +1 Dodge to AC)
(Fighter 1) Improved Dirty Trick (+2 to CMB/CMD to Dirty Trick maneuvers)
(Level 1) Improved Unarmed Strike (fights as if armed, do lethal or nonlethal)

Traits
Reactionary (Combat): You gain a +2 trait bonus to Initiative checks.
Suspicious (Social): You gain a +1 trait bonus on Sense Motive checks, and Sense Motive is always a class skill for you.

Skills
(Fighter 2 + Int 1 + Human 1)
Acrobatics +5 (Ranks 1 + Dex 2 + Class 3 + ACP -1)
Bluff +5 (Ranks 1 + Cha 1 + Class 3)
Intimidate +5 (Ranks 1 + Cha 1 + Class 3)
Sense Motive +5 (Ranks 1 + Wis 0 + Class 3 + Trait 1)

Languages Common, Kelish, Skald
==GEAR==
(Some of these are items she had with her when she became an accidental stowaway, some are items she traded for aboard on the way to Elderen.)
Scimitar
Dagger (x2)
Studded leather
outfit (peasant's)
waterskin (filled)
Clay mug

Backpack
=== Blanket
=== Flint and Steel
=== Flour (per lb.)
=== Grooming Kit
=== String (50 ft.)
=== Sunrod (x2)

Pouch (Belt)
=== Smelling Salts
=== Soothe Syrup
=== Tanglefoot Bag
=== 20 gp, 7 sp, 5 cp

(Weight 46.5 lbs, max light 76)

She took what little could be salvaged and carryable from the caravan, and continued toward the ferry to Absalom on her own. If she was going to be forced to start a new life, it might as well be at the City at the Center of the World.

Life in the big city, however, was not glamorous—it was all to easy to be unnoticed and stepped around, even for a fairly tall and muscular girl like Wyn. Or worse, to be noticed by the wrong kind of people. Looking for all kinds of work, from simple laborer to shop girl, Wyn was ultimately taken in by Gerta, owner of the Muddled Fish, one of the many dockside inns in the city. Gerta was kind and treated Wyn like a favorite niece, giving her a taste of family she had long ago lost.

The Muddled Fish itself, though, was not necessarily a “kind” place to be—though it could be fun, full of song and big fish tales shared by its patrons. But the patrons were sailors, dock workers, and other salty folk who were often quick tempered, and brawls broke out regularly, in spite of Gerta’s best efforts to keep her establishment a peaceful one. Big girl that she was, Wyn found her job more often to be less tavern wench and more bouncer, using whatever means necessary to get irate sailors calmed down (her favorite was a bucket of fish dumped over the head). Sometimes that meant joining in the fight and socking them in the face, and smart workers learned to settle down as soon as they saw Wyn rolling up her sleeves.

As “fun” as her job could be, Wyn longed for earlier days of travel—and for a more varied existence than pushing beer and breaking up wrestling matches between drunken sailors. She knew to be careful what she wished for, but that didn’t help, in the end.

One morning, a young scamp swiped payment of a patron’s tab off the counter, right in front of both Gerta and patron. It had been a fairly generous sum of coin, and outraged by the gall of the lad to do such a thing in open view of everyone, Wyn (having only just entered the door herself, returning from market) set off, chasing the boy down through the crowded docks of Absalom. He led her on a good chase, but she refused to give up, and ultimately saw him running up onto the docks and leaping on board a ship, the nearby deckhands asleep and paying no heed to the ruckus. He wasn’t going to get away that easily!

Wyn followed right after, leaping onto the ship and chasing him down into the cargo hold. She charged forward, intent on grabbing the boy, when he brought down a sizable vase upon her head.

By the time Wyn awoke with a splitting headache, the ship had set sail. The captain was on a strict schedule and had little sympathy for someone fool enough to be knocked out aboard a ship she wasn’t supposed to be on (he however had even less sympathy for the foolhardy deckhands who had let both her and the thief slip by). Wyn agreed to pay her way by working on the ship however she could. Luckily, since she had come from market, she had at least some money and gear with her, and could purchase or barter for other supplies as she needed them.

On the bright side, at least she was traveling again. Perhaps this would offer new opportunities. Wyn couldn't wait.

==APPEARANCE==
Wyn is a tall, muscular girl of about 5’10” (suggesting Ulfen heritage amongst the mish mosh of her traveling family’s ancestors), with a long brown braid plaited tightly down the back. She wears simple, practical clothing and favors the color blue, to match her eyes. Being a good-humored young woman of nearly 20, she often has a glint in her eye or a smile on her face. When it goes away, it is replaced by a frightening scowl that most find best to avoid.

His mother Berecia, always one to prefer the natural and the outdoors over civilisation, loved to take walks every day down the beach and this day was no exception. Though at full term pregnancy with Randol, she felt that she absolutely "HAD" to go out today. Liamun, sometimes too quick to give in to his love, agreed, only if he were to accompany her, as he had done every day this week. 'This is the final time,' he told himself, 'she must wait till our baby is born.' The final time it was when Berecia colapsed and said "It's time!" Randol was born right there on the beach, covered in the salty water, wriggling around like a fish trying to get back in the ocean, screaming for all his little lungs were worth. Growing up Randol made friends quickly and almost everyone liked
him. He did not seem a very exceptional lad, being quite average at most physical things. When it came to the water however, Randol was unmatched. No one could swim faster, longer or further than him. His parents sometimes attributed it to his place of birth. Others said he had a destiny at sea. The craziest ones said he would become the most fearsome pirate that ever lived. Randol himself loved the sea more than anything and was often to be found at the docks helping the fishermen who had just returned, begging them to take him next time they went out and even simply staring out to see, wondering what other lands were out there to be discovered. He listened to the stories of other sailors when a ship would dock and heard tales of monsters, gods, pirates, gold, adventure, danger,magic, renown and death. When he would ask his father if these stories were true Liamun would remind him that such stories can't be trusted, "Ain't never seen magic in front of my eyes and I don't think it's likely. There are no gods either, I prayed to one once, didn't work. It's just people and animals. And perhaps giant animals making people think monsters." Like any young boy would do Randol accepted his father's word as true though still amazed at all the things he heard. At least half of the things in the stories were real, pirates and gold, gold especially. Adventure appealed to Randol greatly and he dreamed of sailing the seas, trading good of great value like the other merchants and fighting battles against other pirates, sinking their ships and taking all their gold. He sometimes called himself Pirates Bane when playing games with his little brother. He would also be helping his father in the bakery that the family had run for three generations. It would probably be passed on to Huron, one year younger that Randol. Huron looked up to him a great deal and they played Randol's adventure games often but most of all Huron loved to bake food as well as eat it. Because of this he was quite chubby. Huron was glad that the bakery would fall to him. He had dreams of turning it into a restuarant as well though his father wondered why he would do such a thing. A bakery is a bakery. Randol also had twin sisters. Three years younger than himself. Jade and Sophia were a surprise to them all. No one in their family who was alive could ever remember twins being in the family. The girls would run around together most of the time, reading each others mind and other things twins are prone to do. Jade had dreams
similar to Randols, she wanted to be a wealthy merchants wife and go to far away lands and meet strange people with two heads or three eyes. Her red hair and green eyes were sure to catch the attention of many men some day. Sophia was quite different and was the closest of them all to their mother. She always said she would stay in the village and look after her for the rest of her life. Her looks were more from her fathers side though, long brown hair and blue eyes just like his sister. Unfortunately after having the twins an unforseen complication arose causing their mother to become permanently sick, stopping her from walking and hardly able to speak. It was difficult for them to afford the medicine from the village healer but it alleviated most of the pain so they did the best they could. Randol sometimes thought he saw his father looking at the girls as if it was their fault somehow. He never said anything or treated them differently but Randol knew there must be something there. He is quickly perceptive of others feelings.
One day in his fifteenth year after helping unload cargo, he noticed some smoke on the horizon. It was coming towards the shore and after some time was revealed to be a damaged ship on fire. The vessel was headed for the shore several miles north of them but was heavily damaged and starting to sink. It never made it but as it sunk, two longboats could be seen full of people rowing to shore. The surviving crew consisted of thirteen elves and eight humans. It was the first time Randol had ever seen intelligent beings other than humans. They stayed for only a couple days before moving on but the story they told made Randol want to be a sailor even more.
They were attacked and boarded by pirates thinking they held wealth to plunder but when it was found that they had only minimal supplies and refused to surrender, the fight broke out and the pirate captain ordered them sunk.
Finally the next year, shortly after he turned sixteen, his father allowed him to go on a voyage With the sea merchant Duran Geldar, who was making a short three month voyage north before going further south again and west. Randol was taken on as a cabin boy, though when it was spread that he was a baker's son, he was somehow assigned to cook's assistant as well. All of the crew were ten years or more Randol's senior and mostly treated him like a son. All in all the voyage was uneventful and successful but to Randol it was the adventure of a lifetime and dream come true. He begged to continue further south and more with Duran but he had promised to bring Randol back to the village so that is what he must do.
With the earnings he bought a compass while in Absolom. While looking at the various similar devices he picked up one that had a small scratch on the glass. "Ten percent off for that one," he was told. While holding it, a butterfly with markings on its wings like stars landed on the compass. He waved it away with his spare hand before deciding to buy it. The first of his hopefully many treasures, he kept it on him at all times, tying it onto a piece of leather cord and wearing it around his neck so he would never get lost.
Unfortunately after returning Randol to the village Duran Geldar was to be seen no longer, nor was any sea merchant. Randol began to despair of ever leaving again. He needed to be at sea. He decided to leave and travel by land north to Absolom and find something there that would take him but his father would not let him leave until he was twenty, properly a man to decide his own fate. Randol could not wait years and insisted that he would leave. His parents gave in eventually and now into his eighteenth year they gave their blessing for him to live his own life, though they were sad he was leaving the village. He promised to return one day with a ship of his own.
With a staff, his compass and less than twenty coppers to his name, half of them from his father, he travelled north on the road with another merchant going that way. When he finally arrived in Absolom he immediately went straight to the dockmaster to enquire which ships were currently docked and might take passengers. It seemed luck was on his side for none other than Duran Geldar was with the dockmaster that very instant and agreed to hire him on the spot for his next voyage which was leaving the next morning, which happened to be his nineteenth birthday.
This time the crew was different and the sailors were closer to his age than before. Hired as a deckhand he worked as hard as the rest of the crew and earned his place as a permanent member of Duran's crew. Hearing many more stories of incredible things that the men had heard of or seen and wondered how these simple seeming men could come up with such stories if what his father said was true. There must be alot of strange things out there and come to think of it, Randol didn't think his father had ever been outside the village. 'Must have got my adventurous side from mother.'
It was otherwise a peaceful venture with Duran travelling the less pirate-ridden trade routes. Noticing his eye for trade and his skilled way with the crew and people in general Duran took Randol along to learn trade negotiations. He learnt quickly. In his twenty second year, things took a turn for the worst. At first it seemed like life couldn't get better, he was earning some extra gold on trades he personally made for Duran. Whenever he returned to Absolom he would save a small portion each time and burry it in a small chest a mile or two from the town. Then his wildest dream came true when, after an extremely successful year Duran decided to purchase another ship and put Randol in charge.
Splitting the old crew in half and hiring extra crewmen to ensure a
mostly loyal crew to Randol. The crew already respected him greatly and thought he deserved it. Though some thought he was far too young. The voyage was hugely successful and he made more gold than he ever had before. He did not notice the shady creatures watching him depart however. Deciding that he would visit his family on the return trip and
trade with the village also Randol ordered the adjusted course. The wind was with them and they made good time but on the fourth day a pirate ship was spotted chasing them. No matter how much they tried to outrun it, the pirates were too fast. Not being fighting men the crew began to panic. Randol calmed them down quickly, reassuring them he would handle it. The pirates boarded them without a fight and their captain demanded to speak to whoever led these worms. Randol stepped forward and tried to negotiate with the pirate captain, who informed him that this ship and everything on it were now his. Randol started to object when the pirate captain pointed a strange hand held metallic device at him. It exploded with a bang and at the same time Randol felt a great pain in his stomach. He collapsed to the deck. He heard the pirate speak to his crew and tell them they were his now and so was this ship. The pirate ordered his men to throw Randol overboard. The pain was too great and he could not struggle. 'Cowards all of them, so much for their loyalty.' he
thought. With a splash he fell into the water and floated, barely able to breathe.
Quickly bleeding out he made a last desparate plea to the first deity from the stories that popped into his delusional head. Clutching his compass he devoted his life to Desna if she would only let him live. Another butterfly came and landed on his hand and he felt the compass become warm for about three seconds before returning to normal, the butterfly discintegrating away. Feeling the energy sapping out of him stop, he closed his eyes and rested. Three days later and dying of thirst, he decided to laugh but because his throat was swollen it sounded like a croak. 'Save me only to watch me die... that i had died quickly before instead of slowly now...' He made another mad croak. Someone understood it. "What's so funny?" a voice said, "C'mon, let's get you out of the water." He felt arms grab onto him and pull him from the ocean onto the boat. It was one of the old fishermen, a bit further out than they would usually go. The usual spot must be empty this time of year.
It took them two more days to return to the village by which time
Randol was feeling quite better. He stayed several months with his family, during which his mother passed away and was buried. His was the last face she would ever see. Huron had taken over the bakery, though his restuarant plans were not turning out as he had hoped. Jade had indeed got her wish and had caught the eye of an aparently wealthy sea merchant about a year ago and they haden't seen her since. Sophia had stayed as she had promised. Now that mother didn't always need looking after she thought she might marry, but still wanted to stay in the village with their father. Their father was getting older and was unable to work in the bakery due to his stiff joints. He would never be
leaving the village. He was very glad to see Randol again.
After the funeral he left again to return to Absolom and tell Duran about the pirates. While looking at his compass again, which he had ignored until back on the road travelling, he saw it point north one moment, south the next, north east after that and still another direction the next moment. Perplexed how his compass had become so broken he studied it closer. No marks except the same scratch on the front. When he turned it over though, there was an image of the same butterfly he had seen those previous two times. When he whispered the name of the deity he had prayed to the compass again became warm and he felt a connection to something, or someone. Perhaps it was not just a worthless broken compass after all. He had come full circle in a way. His clothes, another staff, the compass, and not ten coppers to his name. He still had the same desires, the same direction with a couple
of revenges to be had. A ship worth of debt. And a greater understanding that no matter what we do, sometimes we get lucky and sometimes we dont. We must make the most of what we have, travel and see all we can possibly see before it's our time.
"Oh look, Absolom. I've already arrived."
Randol was ready for wherever lady luck might take him. But first
he would need to dig up his stash of gold...

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Offense
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee Quarterstaff (1d6) x2
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 16
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 10
Feats Improved Initiative,
Traits: Touched by the sea, Reactionary
Alternate Racial trait: Heart of the sea(replaces Skilled trait)
Skills: Diplomacy +7, Profession (sailor) +8, Sense Motive +6, Heal +6, Swim +7
Languages Common, elven.
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Special Abilities
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Bit of Luck - standard action - touch - 1 round - roll d20 twice take better result.
True Strike - standard action - self - +20 insight bonus to next attack roll this round.
Agile Feet - free action - 1 round - ignore all difficult terrrain - 5/day.
Longstrider - standard action - 1hr/level - +10 ft. base speed

2. He has always been easy to get along with and reads poeple easily, he does not seek
leadership but will not shy away from any opportunities. (high Charisma, Diplomacy, Sense Motive)

3. With little possessions, he will need to procure equipment in Absalom or on the trip,
once he has acquired his buried stash (175gp - cost of compass)

4. A quick learner. After being shot by the pirate captain, he would assume nothing in future
situations, hoping for the best but expecting the worse. (trait - reactionary)(feat - improved initiative)

5. After unkowingly becoming a cleric of Desna, the luck he has always felt seems slightly stronger.
And his desire to see the world has strengthened, he arrived in Absalom days sooner than he expected.
If his life is to be entertainment for the god, he hopes to put on one hell of a show.
(Luck domain)(Travel Domain +10 base speed)

Two goals that are important to Randol Perry:
1. Randol wants to discover the truth of the world and the stories he has heard. Willing to go after
hidden treasure and strange lands, slay great beasts and hunt pirates. He will follow up almost any
rumour that seems to have some merit or trustworthy source. Prepared to go alone or even better, with
a crew that he trusts and trusts him in return.

2. He will never forget the face of the pirate that took his ship and crew. The goal of hunting
pirates will become the strongest if he ever sees this man or finds clues as to the whereabouts of his
ship 'The Daunting'. He will endeavour to repay any debt the Merchant Duran Geldar demands for losing the ship.

Two secrets about Randol Perry:
1. He does not realise his newfound clerical powers and will have to discover this about himself. Perhaps
he comes across someone that can help him realise or perhaps it comes to him intuitively when the need
arises. He may unconsciously cast Bit of Luck by tapping someone on the shoulder to encourage and the like.

2. His sister Jade' wherabouts are unknown to him currently but if he were to find her safe and having the
time of her life or someone who knew her or if she was in trouble he would drop almost anything to find her.
His brother may indeed leave the village for somewhere more suitable for his restuarant plans. In fact all
of his siblings could have some part to play in this story.

Three memories, mannerisms or quirks Randol Perry possesses.
1. His broken compass functions as his holy symbol as the butterfly image is etched into the back. Only when
holding or looking at it does he feel that nothing could stop him.

2. His mother always told him "If you fall out of a tree, you don't stay on the group but climb higher next time."
and "If you swim half way across and feel too tired to take another stroke, do you give up and die? do you swim
back? or do you keep on and reach the other shore?"
When he had returned and told of his story to his family, his father warned him to stay home where it was safe. At
which point he said, "I will not stay on the safe ground if i fall, but climb higher and see more of the world
next time. And if i fall again, i fall. But i will never give up.
He is sometimes prone to giving out such wise sayings at apropriate or even odd times.

3. As a rather worryless individual Randol has a good sense of humour about most things and is slow to take
offense at a percieved slight, unless the individual persists.

One year as an untouchable, cleaning up garbage and sewage for 'her betters', was more than enough to convince Quara that she needed to seek her fortunes elsewhere. Using the stealth she had learned dodging the eyes of people who were more likely to kick her than thank her for her hard work, she stowed away on the first ship out of Jalmeray that entered port. When she was discovered, she managed to persuade the ship's captain to take her on as an unpaid deckhand. She promised the man that she would do her best to learn everything he had to teach.

It probably helped that Quara was still slender enough due to her youth and the recent starvation diet afforded an untouchable to pass for a young boy at the time. By the time better food and work in the healthy air caused her natural attributes to blossom, she was skilled enough at a number of shipboard tasks for the ship's officers to overlook her gender as long as she worked hard.

Life as a deckhand and then a sailor was hard, but rewarding for Quara. She cared little for the strict discipline enforced by officers, but she revelled in the barely-controlled anarchy that existed between the common sailors. Putting in to port and indulging in strong licquor and other vices was a great release, and she never failed to toast the island of Jalmeray, "May it and its bleeding castes sink into the ocean!" If her employers found her to occasionally be unruly and overly self-indulgent, she at least made up for it with a genuine passion for the sea and whatever ship she sailed on.
Quara showed an aptitude for the carpentry work that always needs doing on board a ship, and once she learned to hold a saw, it was only a matter of time before the ship's sawbones had her held him make a pe leg - and to 'remove' the crushed limb said peg was meant to replace. Accidents will happen, and Quara rose to the challenge. In the years since, she has actually become a competent physician, in addition to her other skills.

The tiefling has surely found her niche in life. Whether it was in the teeth of a gale or on a dreary cargo run, Quara always had a song to lighten her shipmates' spirits, and many a captain found cause to appreciate the way she laughed in the face of the greatest dangers to threaten the ship, thus stiffening other sailors' backbones. If she was ever asked how she could face every calamity with such a happy grin, the tiefling always replied, simply, that at least she would live or die on her own terms, in a life she had chosen, not one that was being forced on her.

His mother, Korrina, on the other hand, is more Taldan than Azlanti, modern or otherwise, and, true to form for her people, she is a proud, perhaps even arrogant woman, especially since she can claim to have ties to than ancient culture, both through her husband and through a single ancestor in her own family.

Eridan's older brother, studious and scholarly Ilenar, also identifies himself as a modern Azlanti. Still, he does display signs of his Taldan heritage, such as his mother's arrogance, a trait the woman seems to have passed down to him almost from childhood, and a pride in his intellectual prowess.

And as for Eridan? Truth be told, the younger son is indeed proud of his lineage. Still, he does not put too much thought into it. The true Azlanti are long gone and, even though he is connected to them by blood, albeit diluted, their achievements and legacy are theirs and theirs alone, a thing of the past even if it does persist into the present through stories and artifacts. What interests him is to make some of his own. The world is full of challenges, after all, and should he not meet and overcome at least some of them?

He does not worry, however, for he is certain that they will have left word if they leave before he returns and he can easily join them again. Certainly their relationship has not been quite so ideal after he started his training, thinking of the whole affair as beneath someone of Eridan's background, both in regards to his bloodline as well as his family's more scholarly careers. And when he told them of the Sargava Chalice? His mother almost fainted there and then... or at least threatened to do so. And his brother? Well, his brother merely scoffed, the act making what he thought of the whole thing abundantly clear. His father, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. This was Eridan's decision, he said, and if he felt it was what he had to do, then he should do it.

Surprising? Perhaps, but if the young man had given it a second thought, maybe he would have realized that his father had been doing more or less the same thing for decades, following on his ancestors' trail because it was something he also felt he had to do. If Arvander had spent so much time and resources in pursuit of what he dedicated his life to, how could he stand in the way of his son when he tried to do the same?

Try as he might, he was and still is unable to use that... energy or power, for lack of a better term. So, he focuses on the physical aspect of his training, in some cases adding his own twists on the techniques he is taught, something which Darvan, surprisingly enough, encourages. What works for one man may not work for another, he told Eridan on more than one occasion, for each man is different, and so is each situation one may find oneself in.

And now the time has come for Eridan to test himself and put his training to use by taking part in the Sargava Chalice. But he will not be doing so alone. An older student, a Taldan called Seravius, who can use ki, even if he is not quite adept at doing so yet, will be joining him. And Eridan welcomes both the competition and the opportunity to test himself against his more traditional peer. Besides, he could use the company, annoying though Seravius can get; it is a long trip and, as far as Eridan can assume, probably a boring one.

He was also introduced to piracy, a part-time occupation of the Murky Gull, the name of the whaler, when easy targets were available and whet the captain's fancy. Soon enough swinging a weapon on a rolling deck felt like second nature to the young Barbarian, and his great strength and natural seamanship soon earned him the respect, and fear, of the rest of the crew. More than once Strom dove into a stormy sea to save a fellow sailor, for while he was strong, he knew to take care of those that took care of him, and understood ships required more than just sails, but hands to set them.

Everyone on board, even the captain, was happy to see the retreating mans broad back, now criss-crossed with old scars gained during his 'education', walk away from the Murky Gull that day. Standing on the docks of Port Peril, Strom reached down and jingled the small purse at his belt, remembering the advice of his fellow sailors and keeping the rest in a hidden portion of his pack. Striding forward people melted out of the way, and if they didn't move quickly enough they were sent flying. He had learned many things on the Murky Gull, and he knew what his assets were, and his wouldn't soon forget the harsh lessons of that pungent ship of death, the resting place of his youth, and subsequent rebirth as... something more.

Character Name : Strom Burlog
Player Name : Jordan
Character Race : Human
Alignment : Neutral
Deity : None (Athiest)
Total Level : 1
Height : 6',3"
Weight : 215 lbs
Eyes : Blue
Hair : Brown
Size : Medium
Speed : 30' (switched Fast Movement for Marine Terror)
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Character Class Information

Class and Level : Barbarian (Sea Reaver) 1
Class and Level :

Favored Class(es) : Barbarian
Favored Class Bonus : +1 hit point or +1 skill point
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Ability Scores

Strength : 18 (+4)
Dexterity : 14 (+2)
Constitution : 14 (+2)
Intelligence : 08 (-1)
Wisdom : 12 (+1)
Charisma : 08 (-1)

Maximum Load : 25/300 lbs.
Lift Overhead : 300 lbs. (equal to Maximum Load)
Lift : 600 lbs. (equal to Maximum Load x2)
Drag or Push : 1500 lbs. (equal to Maximum Load x5)
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Combat Statistics

Hit Points : (14)
Base Attack (BAB) : (+1)
Initiative : (+2) 2 Dex + 0 misc

Base Melee : (+5) 1 BAB + 4 Str + 0 size + 0 misc
Base Ranged : (+3) 1 BAB + 2 Dex + 0 misc

Combat Maneuver : (+5) 1 BAB + 4 Str + 0 misc + 0 size <- CMB
Maneuver Defense : (+17) 10 + 1 BAB + 4 Str + 2 Dex + 0 misc + 0 size <- CMD

Armor Class : (16) 10 base + 4 armor + 0 shield + 2 Dex + 0 misc + 0 size
Touch AC : (12) 10 base + 2 Dex + 0 misc + 0 size
Flat-Footed AC : (14) 10 base + 4 armor + 0 shield + 0 misc + 0 size
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Saving Throws

Fortitude : (+4) 2 base + 2 Con + misc
Reflex : (+2) 0 base + 2 Dex + 0 misc
Will : (+0) 0 base + 0 Wis + 0 misc

Conditional Bonuses and Penalties :
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Racial Abilities and Features
+2 to One Ability Score: Human characters get a +2 bonus to one ability score of their choice at creation to represent their varied nature.

Medium: Humans are Medium creatures and have no bonuses or penalties due to their size.

Normal Speed: Humans have a base speed of 30 feet.

Bonus Feat: Humans select one extra feat at 1st level.

Skilled: Humans gain an additional skill rank at first level and one additional rank whenever they gain a level.

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Class Abilities and Features

Sea Reaver (Archetype)
Not all barbarians hunt forests, plains, and mountains. Some are raiding terrors on the sea and coasts, pillaging those who hoard treasure and pursuing monsters of the deep. Some sea reavers are no more than hunters of the open sea, while others are raiders striking fear into coastal settlements within reach of the sea reavers' longships.

Weapon and Armor Proficiency: A barbarian is proficient with all simple and martial weapons, light armor, and shields (except tower shields).

Marine Terror (Ex): A sea reaver can hold her breath for a number of rounds equal to four times her Constitution score. In addition, a sea reaver can move normally though squares of standing water or bog that is 1 foot deep. It does not cost her extra movement to traverse these terrains. Lastly, a sea reaver ignores the normal cover bonus to AC when attacking creatures that are partially immersed in water. This ability replaces fast movement.

Rage (Ex): A barbarian can call upon inner reserves of strength and ferocity, granting her additional combat prowess. Starting at 1st level, a barbarian can rage for a number of rounds per day equal to 4 + her Constitution modifier. At each level after 1st, she can rage for 2 additional rounds. Temporary increases to Constitution, such as those gained from rage and spells like bear's endurance, do not increase the total number of rounds that a barbarian can rage per day. A barbarian can enter rage as a free action. The total number of rounds of rage per day is renewed after resting for 8 hours, although these hours do not need to be consecutive.

While in rage, a barbarian gains a +4 morale bonus to her Strength and Constitution, as well as a +2 morale bonus on Will saves. In addition, she takes a –2 penalty to Armor Class. The increase to Constitution grants the barbarian 2 hit points per Hit Dice, but these disappear when the rage ends and are not lost first like temporary hit points. While in rage, a barbarian cannot use any Charisma-, Dexterity-, or Intelligence-based skills (except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride) or any ability that requires patience or concentration.

A barbarian can end her rage as a free action and is fatigued after rage for a number of rounds equal to 2 times the number of rounds spent in the rage. A barbarian cannot enter a new rage while fatigued or exhausted but can otherwise enter rage multiple times during a single encounter or combat. If a barbarian falls unconscious, her rage immediately ends, placing her in peril of death.

Rage Powers (Ex): The following rage powers complement the sea reaver archetype: bestial leaper, bestial swimmer, come and get me, hurling charge, raging leaper, raging swimmer, rolling dodge, and smasher.

As a barbarian gains levels, she learns to use her rage in new ways. Starting at 2nd level, a barbarian gains a rage power. She gains another rage power for every two levels of barbarian attained after 2nd level. A barbarian gains the benefits of rage powers only while raging, and some of these powers require the barbarian to take an action first. Unless otherwise noted, a barbarian cannot select an individual power more than once.

Animal Fury (Ex): While raging, the barbarian gains a bite attack. If used as part of a full attack action, the bite attack is made at the barbarian's full base attack bonus –5. If the bite hits, it deals 1d4 points of damage (assuming the barbarian is Medium; 1d3 points of damage if Small) plus half the barbarian's Strength modifier. A barbarian can make a bite attack as part of the action to maintain or break free from a grapple. This attack is resolved before the grapple check is made. If the bite attack hits, any grapple checks made by the barbarian against the target this round are at a +2 bonus.

Clear Mind (Ex): A barbarian may reroll a failed Will save. This power is used as an immediate action after the first save is attempted, but before the results are revealed by the GM. The barbarian must take the second result, even if it is worse. A barbarian must be at least 8th level before selecting this power. This power can only be used once per rage.

Fearless Rage (Ex): While raging, the barbarian is immune to the shaken and frightened conditions. A barbarian must be at least 12th level before selecting this rage power.

Guarded Stance (Ex): The barbarian gains a +1 dodge bonus to her Armor Class against melee attacks for a number of rounds equal to the barbarian's current Constitution modifier (minimum 1). This bonus increases by +1 for every 6 levels the barbarian has attained. Activating this ability is a move action that does not provoke an attack of opportunity.

Increased Damage Reduction (Ex): The barbarian's damage reduction increases by 1/—. This increase is always active while the barbarian is raging. A barbarian can select this rage power up to three times. Its effects stack. A barbarian must be at least 8th level before selecting this rage power.

Internal Fortitude (Ex): While raging, the barbarian is immune to the sickened and nauseated conditions. A barbarian must be at least 8th level before selecting this rage power.

Intimidating Glare (Ex): The barbarian can make an Intimidate check against one adjacent foe as a move action. If the barbarian successfully demoralizes her opponent, the foe is shaken for 1d4 rounds + 1 round for every 5 points by which the barbarian's check exceeds the DC.

Knockback (Ex): Once per round, the barbarian can make a bull rush attempt against one target in place of a melee attack. If successful, the target takes damage equal to the barbarian's Strength modifier and is moved back as normal. The barbarian does not need to move with the target if successful. This does not provoke an attack of opportunity.

Low-Light Vision (Ex): The barbarian's senses sharpen and she gains low-light vision while raging.

Mighty Swing (Ex): The barbarian automatically confirms a critical hit. This power is used as an immediate action once a critical threat has been determined. A barbarian must be at least 12th level before selecting this power. This power can only be used once per rage.

Moment of Clarity (Ex): The barbarian does not gain any benefits or take any of the penalties from rage for 1 round. Activating this power is a swift action. This includes the penalty to Armor Class and the restriction on what actions can be performed. This round still counts against her total number of rounds of rage per day. This power can only be used once per rage.

Night Vision (Ex): The barbarian's senses grow incredibly sharp while raging and she gains darkvision 60 feet. A barbarian must have low-light vision as a rage power or a racial trait to select this rage power.

No Escape (Ex): The barbarian can move up to double her normal speed as an immediate action but she can only use this ability when an adjacent foe uses a withdraw action to move away from her. She must end her movement adjacent to the enemy that used the withdraw action. The barbarian provokes attacks of opportunity as normal during this movement. This power can only be used once per rage.

Powerful Blow (Ex): The barbarian gains a +1 bonus on a single damage roll. This bonus increases by +1 for every 4 levels the barbarian has attained. This power is used as a swift action before the roll to hit is made. This power can only be used once per rage.

Quick Reflexes (Ex): While raging, the barbarian can make one additional attack of opportunity per round.

Raging Climber (Ex): When raging, the barbarian adds her level as an enhancement bonus on all Climb skill checks.

Raging Leaper (Ex): When raging, the barbarian adds her level as an enhancement bonus on all Acrobatics skill checks made to jump. When making a jump in this way, the barbarian is always considered to have a running start.

Raging Swimmer (Ex): When raging, the barbarian adds her level as an enhancement bonus on all Swim skill checks.

Renewed Vigor (Ex): As a standard action, the barbarian heals 1d8 points of damage + her Constitution modifier. For every four levels the barbarian has attained above 4th, this amount of damage healed increases by 1d8, to a maximum of 5d8 at 20th level. A barbarian must be at least 4th level before selecting this power. This power can be used only once per day and only while raging.

Rolling Dodge (Ex): The barbarian gains a +1 dodge bonus to her Armor Class against ranged attacks for a number of rounds equal to the barbarian's current Constitution modifier (minimum 1). This bonus increases by +1 for every 6 levels the barbarian has attained. Activating this ability is a move action that does not provoke an attack of opportunity.

Roused Anger (Ex): The barbarian may enter a rage even if fatigued. While raging after using this ability, the barbarian is immune to the fatigued condition. Once this rage ends, the barbarian is exhausted for 10 minutes per round spent raging.

Scent (Ex): The barbarian gains the scent ability while raging and can use this ability to locate unseen foes (see Special Abilities for rules on the scent ability).

Strength Surge (Ex): The barbarian adds her barbarian level on one Strength check or combat maneuver check, or to her Combat Maneuver Defense when an opponent attempts a maneuver against her. This power is used as an immediate action. This power can only be used once per rage.

Superstition (Ex): The barbarian gains a +2 morale bonus on saving throws made to resist spells, supernatural abilities, and spell-like abilities. This bonus increases by +1 for every 4 levels the barbarian has attained. While raging, the barbarian cannot be a willing target of any spell and must make saving throws to resist all spells, even those cast by allies.

Surprise Accuracy (Ex): The barbarian gains a +1 morale bonus on one attack roll. This bonus increases by +1 for every 4 levels the barbarian has attained. This power is used as a swift action before the roll to hit is made. This power can only be used once per rage.

Swift Foot (Ex): The barbarian gains a 5-foot enhancement bonus to her speed. This increase is always active while the barbarian is raging. A barbarian can select this rage power up to three times. Its effects stack.

Terrifying Howl (Ex): The barbarian unleashes a terrifying howl as a standard action. All shaken enemies within 30 feet must make a Will save (DC equal to 10 + 1/2 the barbarian's level + the barbarian's Strength modifier) or be panicked for 1d4+1 rounds. Once an enemy has made a save versus terrifying howl (successful or not), it is immune to this power for 24 hours. A barbarian must have the intimidating glare rage power to select this rage power. A barbarian must be at least 8th level before selecting this power.

Unexpected Strike (Ex): The barbarian can make an attack of opportunity against a foe that moves into any square threatened by the barbarian, regardless of whether or not that movement would normally provoke an attack of opportunity. This power can only be used once per rage. A barbarian must be at least 8th level before selecting this power.

Eyes of the Storm (Ex): At 2nd level, a sea reaver ignores any concealment provided by fog, rain, sleet, mist, wind, or other weather effects that is less than total concealment, and any penalties weather applies on Perception checks are halved. This ability replaces uncanny dodge.

Savage Sailor (Ex): At 3rd level, a sea reaver gains a +1 bonus on Acrobatics, Climb, Profession (sailor), Survival, and Swim checks made in aquatic terrain, including aboard a ship or along shorelines. These bonuses improve by +1 every three levels after 3rd. This ability replaces trap sense.

Sure-Footed (Ex): At 5th level, a sea reaver takes no penalties when moving across slick surfaces, whether natural or magical (e.g., grease, ice storm, and sleet storm). She is not at risk of falling, is not denied her Dexterity bonus when moving across such areas, and does not treat them as difficult terrain. This ability replaces improved uncanny dodge.

If a character already has uncanny dodge (see above) from another class, the levels from the classes that grant uncanny dodge stack to determine the minimum rogue level required to flank the character.

Damage Reduction (Ex): At 7th level, a barbarian gains damage reduction. Subtract 1 from the damage the barbarian takes each time she is dealt damage from a weapon or a natural attack. At 10th level, and every three barbarian levels thereafter (13th, 16th, and 19th level), this damage reduction rises by 1 point. Damage reduction can reduce damage to 0 but not below 0.

Greater Rage (Ex): At 11th level, when a barbarian enters rage, the morale bonus to her Strength and Constitution increases to +6 and the morale bonus on her Will saves increases to +3.

Indomitable Will (Ex): While in rage, a barbarian of 14th level or higher gains a +4 bonus on Will saves to resist enchantment spells. This bonus stacks with all other modifiers, including the morale bonus on Will saves she also receives during her rage.

Tireless Rage (Ex): Starting at 17th level, a barbarian no longer becomes fatigued at the end of her rage.

Mighty Rage (Ex): At 20th level, when a barbarian enters rage, the morale bonus to her Strength and Constitution increases to +8 and the morale bonus on her Will saves increases to +4.

Ex-Barbarians
A barbarian who becomes lawful loses the ability to rage and cannot gain more levels as a barbarian. She retains all other benefits of the class.

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*Rage Powers*
6/6 Rounds
HP: 16/16
AC: 14
Will: +2
Base Melee : (+7) 1 BAB + 6 Str + 0 size + 0 misc
Base Ranged : (+3) 1 BAB + 2 Dex + 0 misc

Weapon : Scimitar (1d6+6, 18-20x2, S, 4 lbs)
Weapon : Throwing Axe x2 (1d6+6, x2, S, 10', 2 lbs)
Weapon : Unarmed (1d3+6, non-lethal, B)

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Skills and Languages

Your maximum ranks in a skill are equal to your total level.
Class skills with at least 1 skill rank in them gain a +3 "class" bonus.
[c] denotes a class skill.
^ denotes a skill that cannot be used untrained.

*Acrobatics (Dex) - 0r+2a+0c = (2)
*Climb (Str) - 1r+4a+3c = (8)
*Craft (Int) - (0)
*Handle Animal (Cha) - (0)
*Intimidate (Cha) - 1r-1a+1t+3c = (4)
*Kn(Nature) (Int) - (-1)
*Perception (Wis) - 1r+1a+3c = (5)
*Ride (Dex) - (2)
*Survival (Wis) - 1r+1a+3c = (5)
*Swim (Str) - 1r+4a+3c+1t = (8)

Languages: Common
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Traits and Feats

1) Touched by the Sea: You’ve always felt the call of the sea and your blood surges with the ebb and flow of the tides. Perhaps one of your parents was a sailor or pirate, or maybe one of your ancestors had a bit of aquatic elf or undine blood in them. Whatever the reason, you’re as comfortable in the water as you are on land. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Swim checks and Swim is a class skill for you. In addition, penalties on attack rolls made underwater are lessened by 1. You came to Port Peril in search of your destiny, and after a few drinks at a tavern called the Formidably Maid, you went down to the docks to take in a view of the sea. The last thing you remember is a blow to the back of your head and the waves rushing up to meet you.
2)Bully: You grew up in an environment where the meek were ignored and you often had to resort to threats or violence to be heard. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Intimidate checks, and Intimidate is always a class skill for you. **Hopefuly Trait**

Feat #1: Power Attack - You can choose to take a –1 penalty on all melee attack rolls and combat maneuver checks to gain a +2 bonus on all melee damage rolls. This bonus to damage is increased by half (+50%) if you are making an attack with a two-handed weapon, a one handed weapon using two hands, or a primary natural weapon that adds 1-1/2 times your Strength modifier on damage rolls. This bonus to damage is halved (–50%) if you are making an attack with an off-hand weapon or secondary natural weapon. When your base attack bonus reaches +4, and every 4 points thereafter, the penalty increases by –1 and the bonus to damage increases by +2. You must choose to use this feat before making an attack roll, and its effects last until your next turn. The bonus damage does not apply to touch attacks or effects that do not deal hit point damage.
Feat #1: Cleave - As a standard action, you can make a single attack at your full base attack bonus against a foe within reach. If you hit, you deal damage normally and can make an additional attack (using your full base attack bonus) against a foe that is adjacent to the first and also within reach. You can only make one additional attack per round with this feat. When you use this feat, you take a –2 penalty to your Armor Class until your next turn.

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*Temporary Bonuses and Conditions*

Weapon : Scimitar (1d6+4, 18-20x2, S, 4 lbs)**
Weapon : Throwing Axe x2 (1d6+4, x2, S, 10', 2 lbs)**
Weapon :
Weapon : Unarmed (1d3+6, non-lethal, B)

Other Equipment : **
Backpack 1 lbs
Blanket (winter) 2 lbs
Oil (flask) 1 lbs
Belt Pouch x2 1 lbs
Rations x4 1 lbs
Waterskin 1 lbs
Torch x3 3 lbs
Travelers Outfit 1 lbs

Equipment Weight :

Money : **
42 GP
0 SP
0 CP

The Good side of Quara's character was born on the first ship she sailed. With every nautical mile she got further away from Jalmeray, she felt happier, more like the happy child she had once been. The vastness of the world was opening up before her, and she had new things to learn, a choice as to what she wanted to do with her life.
Quara fell in love with life on ships because of that first choice, and because she found people who accepted her once again. Sailors are a rough and rowdy bunch a lot of the time, and Quara enjoyed that what counted on ships was not her blood or her looks (not as much as it might have, anway), but whether she was willing to get her hands dirty, learn her tasks, work hard, and stand by her crewmates. Quara was willing, and the pain from her time as an Untouchable was soothed away by work, study, sea shanties, rough camaraderie -- and the occasional sip of rum. (;)) Her unhappiness did not get a chance to ripen into malice or callousness.

Ereviss turns his back to the group and speaks and gestures with his delicate hands. His small frame grows and his features seem to change. When he turns around, he is the spitting image of the Professor with all his mannerisms and affectations. His voice changes from a deliberate, perfectly measured voice to that of the professor.

"My friends, I am glad you all came. Your presence has touched me more than you can know. I considered you all to be more than proteges; I considered you family. There is nothing you could have done to prevent my death, and in a way my demise serves a greater purpose. I am proud of who you are, but more importantly, for what you will become.

Actual tears stream down his face and he is truly crying. Pausing and waving his hands in the air and composing himself; he speaks again. His performance is now less sincere, but more polished. Definitely this is now Act 2.

"You will find Ereviss to be quite a capable young man. Under his frivilous exterior is a frivolous interior, but under that frivolous interior is a natural leader. I give him my highest recommendation. Ladies, if I was 30 years younger (and still alive) I would love to cavort with him in a nearby hotspring. He is quite 'the catch'.

Oh, by the way, Jevalt is quite the cad once you get to know him. I can tell you about our adventure by the hot springs later. Do not let his gruff exterior fool you.

Once again Ereviss turns his back on the crowd, and this time changes back to the features of a young elf. He turns back around, the dramatic change from the professor to the young elf is quite profound.

"That first part really wasn't me you know. I was just playing a part. That second part, well I always have to embelish and push a good thing too far you know. It is my nature."