GM Rednal's Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master Rednal

As a cleric of Torag, it's fairly simple to figure out what ways to motivate Gigt. She'll make excellent use of her capabilities as a smith when it comes to downtime, filling orders of armor and weapons, especially those that are at least partially metal or stone.

She'll get busy at later levels taking up at least a few points in architecture to help with defense-building and the like... but her obsession with finding out what happened to her has shrouded over a cleric of Torag's usual propensities.

She will have difficulty in acknowledging evil's abilities to repent, though she knows that not all that is dark is evil; after all, her people make their home within underground facilities.

Unlike most clerics of Torag, Gigt has the additional motivation of trying to find out what the ritual was meant to do, if it had ended prematurely due to an outside influence, or if it has had some lasting impact upon her beyond what has already changed within her.

The basic idea for Gigt is to focus on crafting. She'll likely take several mythic crafting feats.

Tier 1: Legendary Item(Shape Change) or Mythic Craft, Fleet Charge, Craft Mythic Arms and Armor.
Tier 2: Legendary Item(Adroit) or Mythic Craft
Tier 3: Maneuver Expert, Craft Mythic Wondrous Items. Powerful to Legendary Item.
Tier 4: Legendary Item again(Powerful again)

Likely, her first path ability will be to gain a legendary item, taking intelligent: Shape Change, allowing her Arcane Bond to transform into a hammer, [preferably allowing it to be used for surging craft skills, and also to use her spells in a nonthreatening manner. If that isn't possible, what about an anvil?] If it's not possible, then just an Earthbreaker is fine. :)

In any case, she'll pick up adroit at tier 2, allowing her to use legendary power to add 20 insight to [craft checks], attack rolls, and combat maneuvers. At tier 3, she'd pick up Powerful, making the hammer/axe capable of legendary surging even more often.

Her tier 2 path ability is likely to be Mythic Craft... if it will stack with her speed of making things. Her tier 3 path ability will either be Legendary Item again, or Maneuver Expert, allowing to put her bulk to real use. :)

Villi Eldr
Gnome Barbarian 1/Cavalier (Beast Rider) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 32; Pathfinder RPG Ultimate Combat 0)
CG Small humanoid (gnome)
Init +1; Senses low-light vision; Perception +6
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 16 (+5 armor, +1 Dex, +1 size)
hp 16 (1d12+1d10+7)
Fort +7, Ref +1, Will +0; +2 vs. illusions
Defensive Abilities defensive training (+4 dodge bonus to AC vs. giants)
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee chakram +4 (1d6+2) and
chakram +4 (1d6+2) and
gnome hooked hammer +5 (1d6+3/×3/x4) and
lance +5 (1d6+3/×3) and
lance +5 (1d6+3/×3)
Ranged pilum +4 (1d6+2)
Special Attacks +1 on attack rolls against goblinoid and reptilian humanoids, rage (7 rounds/day), challenge
Gnome Spell-Like Abilities (CL 2nd; concentration +5)
1/day—dancing lights, ghost sound (DC 14), prestidigitation, speak with animals
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Statistics
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Str 15, Dex 12, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 16
Base Atk +2; CMB +3; CMD 14
Feats Escape Route[UC], Power Attack
Traits armor expert, child of the crusades
Skills Diplomacy +7, Handle Animal +7, Perception +6, Ride +2, Sense Motive +0 (+1 when opposing a Bluff check); Racial Modifiers +2 Perception, ride mount, sword's skills
Languages Common, Gnome, Sylvan
SQ fast movement, orders (order of the sword), tactician
Other Gear scale mail, chakram, chakram, gnome hooked hammer, lance, lance, pilum (2), 25 gp
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Special Abilities
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+3 Ride while riding your bonded mount. (Ex) Cancel your armor check penalty of -3 while riding your mount.
Animal Companion Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion.
Armor Expert -1 Armor check penalty.
Child of the Crusades (1/day) Against possession/incapacitation, free action: Reroll failed save, keep 2nd result.
Defensive Training +4 Gain a dodge bonus to AC vs monsters of the Giant subtype.
Escape Route You do not provoke attacks of opportunity when moving through spaces adjacent to allies
Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded.
Hatred +1 Gain a bonus to attack vs goblinoid/reptilian humanoids.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Rage (7 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Sword's Challenge +1 (1/day) (Ex) +1 to damage target, -2 AC vs. others when used, +1 to hit while riding your mount.
Sword's Skills +1 (Ex) +1 to Sense Motive opposing Bluff.
Tactician (Escape Route, 3 rds, 1/day) (Ex) Grant the use of your teamwork feats to all allies in 30 ft.

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Animal Companion
Wolf
N Medium animal
Init +2; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +1
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Defense
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AC 14, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (+2 Dex, +2 natural)
hp 11 (+7)
Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1
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Offense
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Speed 35 ft.
Melee bite +2 (1d6+1)
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Statistics
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Str 13, Dex 15, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 14 (18 vs. trip)
Feats Endurance, Toughness
Tricks Attack, Combat Riding, Come, Defend, Down, Guard, Heel, Track
Skills Climb +2; Racial Modifiers +4 to survival when tracking by scent
SQ combat riding, track
Other Gear cavalier's kit
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Special Abilities
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+4 to Survival when tracking by Scent +4 to Survival when tracking by Scent.
Combat Riding [Trick] The animal has been trained to bear a rider into combat.
Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ feet by sense of smell.
Track [Trick] The animal will track a scent.
Trip (Ex) You can make a trip attempt on a successful attack.

Commanders lead from a map on a table, orders come from a man in a chair. Inspiration comes from a banner in the wind, heroics, come from men on horses. That is what Villi learned from his parents. Leadership must come from the front, otherwise why would front not run to become the back? Growing up in a place of war you see a lot of awful things. You see your friends lose their parents, you see sisters lose brother, friends, lose each other. It's hard not to get bogged down by it, to lose hope and faith. Villi saw all of this, from a shorter prospective then most.

He experienced it first hand when his parents went on a dangerous scouting mission, that proved to be just a little bit too dangerous. Being orphaned in a place like the Worldwound is odd. Everyone is there for you, but you need to be there for them. Foster parents lose their real children, and then you are all they have left. They try to protect you sure, but deep down inside Villi knew, he had to fight.

While strong for his size Villi was't as strong as most who wanted to be great fighters, nor did he have a magical talent that many had to help them fight. All he had was his anger, his desire to fight, and his love of animals, but a horse was too large for him, and charging an enemy with a lance from a pony would only work for so long.

So Villi bent the rules a bit. Instead of a knight in shining armor riding a white steed, he would be the knight in dull armor, riding whatever he could find. No one would think some gnome on a beast would be as dangerous as a knight upon a horse. That would be their last mistake. Heroics from men on horses can win battles, so lets see if a bit of crazy from a gnome on a wolf can do the same.

As a young woman of Tian Min descent, she retains the traditional features of her race, straight black hair and brown eyes. Her long hair is pulled back into a simple, loose pony tail, and she wears a fine two-piece robe consisting of a white silk upper portion and wide-legged pleated red pants. Those familiar with the cultures in Tian Xia would immediately recognize the outfit of that of a Shrine Maiden, a priestess of the Moon God Tsukiyo. Atop the silk is a set of finely laquered leather, providing additional protection for her torso. Prominently displayed on her chest is a finely crafted crescent of jade and silver, the symbol of her god. At her side is a longspear, and slung across her back is a longbow and quiver of arrows.

When speaking, she is reserved and polite, a feature common to those raised in Tien cultures. She prefers diplomacy and cooperation, but is willing to fight when it is unavoidable. Among those she knows closely, she is more open and relaxed, and expresses a great curiosity about the world and other cultures. When she's not occupied with duties at the temple, she can often be found meditating or playing her flute in some remote portion of the temple grounds.

Yukio stared across the open plains, her legs dangling from the side of the wagon as it slowly worked its way down the road. The journey from the village nearest their home to Kenabres was an exceedingly long one, or so she had been told repeatedly by her parents. The scenery was beautiful, however, and she had plenty of time to think or play her flute, and people to talk to when she was bored of either of those. The caravan consisted of three wagons and assorted riders on horses, perhaps two dozen travelers total.

She had encountered them in the village tavern earlier that week, a group of samurai from Minkai drinking and boasting of the great deeds they would do when they reached Kenabres. The lot of them had decided to travel there and enlist in the crusades to prove that the best warriors in the world were Tian-Min. They told stories of the endless battles against demons and cultists at the Worldwound as well as of their own battles in the service of their various lords. Yukio listened to the tales with a sense of awe and wonderment. To go to battle in such a place sounded quite exciting, much more so than tending the family shrine.

She sighed for a moment as she thought about it, swinging her legs so they kicked at the side of the wagon. Tending the shrine was an important task to be sure, an honor that had passed down through the family for at least 15 generations unbroken. She'd heard the story so many times she could repeat it by heart...

Generations ago when the founder of her house, Genryu Shadowhare, was travelling through the Forest of Spirits, he came upon a small clearing surrounded by steep hills. Water trickled out of the face of one of the rocky hills sheltering the area and ran down into a pristine pool. Genryu slaked his thirst in the pool and sat down to rest, eventually falling asleep. When he awoke, night had fallen, so he set about to build a fire. When he stood and looked upon the pool, he saw reflected in it the full moon, it's light filling the clearing so that he could gather wood to build a fire. When he finished, he returned to the pool to fetch water and saw that the reflection had gone, and when he looked up, expecting a cloud, he instead found the new moon staring back down at him. Being a pious man, he sat down to meditate on the occurrence and as dawn broke he decided that this must be a sacred place for the Prince of the Moon. He swore then and there to return to build a proper shrine on this location and left, returning several years later to see his promise through and found the nearby village of Kofu.

Several hundred years later the shrine had risen to prominence, serving as the center of worship for several small nearby villages including Kofu, and providing shelter for travelers making their way along the Spirit Road to and from Minkai. While many of the main branch of the house were involved in the maintenance of the grounds, the most important role filled by the family was that of the High Priestess of the temple. The High Priestess' duties not only included tending to the shrine and appeasing the Kami in the surrounding forest, but also seeing to the spiritual needs of the surrounding villages and protecting them from any supernatural threats.

As the eldest daughter of House Shadowhare, Yukio's path had been determined before she was born. Tradition demanded that she, as the eldest daughter of the main branch, be next in line to take over the duties. At the age of eight she began receiving both spiritual and martial training from her aunt, Himiko, a shrine maiden of Tsukiyo and the current high priestess. She trained in archery, use of the longspear, and learned both the magic of the spirits of both ancestors and the land, and was taught how to call upon Tsukiyo to allow her to sense ill intentions and to censure those that would act upon them.

Though her training to become a shrine maiden was long, she finally completed it when she turned 25. By then she had resigned herself to continue training under Himiko until she was properly groomed to assume the role of high priestess. The arrival of the samurai had changed things for Yukio though. The group was in town for several days as their caravan restocked and made preparations for the journey through the remainder of the Forest of Spirits and the plains of Hongal. As guests of the family, Yukio spent those nights of listening to their storytelling, imagining the adventures that they would be seeing. On the day of their planned departure Yukio demanded an audience with her father. Prostrating herself before him she requested that she be allowed to set out on a pilgrimage to Kenabres with the Samurai. While such a request was unusual, it was not without precedent, and several of her predecessors had set out to see the world before returning home to take their posts.

Her father's response was measured, and he meticulously questioned her, attempting to get a feel for whether she was truly interested in such a trip, or merely trying to get out of her duties. He tried his best to dissuade her, explaining the differences in the world outside of Tian Xia and of the trials and travails involved in such a journey, but her desire did not falter. In the end her father relented and accepted his daughter's request. Along with giving her his blessing to travel to Kenabres, he presented her with the gear they had had prepared for her in anticipation of her becoming the next high priestess of the shrine as well as a small stipend to help cover her expenses on the way there.

So here she found herself, on a caravan filled with warriors from Minkai, travelling to seek glory and adventure in a distant land. The remainder of the trip was long, but mostly uneventful. Travelling in a group of warriors had its benefits, and if there were bandits along the road to Kenabres they must have thought twice about tangling with the group. When they finally arrived in Kenabres the group found that they would need to wait another six months before the celebrations the Samurai had hoped to attend. They pooled their resources, Yukio included, and took up residence in a small shack in the southern part of the Gate district.

Her first few months in Kenabres were exciting but hard. She, like her companions, had little gold left after the trip, and so they all took to small jobs here and there to keep food on the table. Being able to work magic, Yukio spent time tending to the sick and the injured, offering her services in exchange for food and occasionally for shelter as well when she traveled out to the surrounding regions. She enjoyed the company of the Samurai, but her curiosity had driven her to wander the city and about lands nearby. She learned much of the goings on, and also about the gods of the lands of Kenabres--a topic which she'd always found fascinating when a cleric of some foreign faith had come through town back home.

Time passed quickly, and when the festival came around the group was in great spirits despite their relative poverty. She wished her companions good luck in joining the crusades, something she had not intended to do herself, and set off to take in the sights of the festival that had engulfed the city.

The Drallidur family has always stood out from the local residents of Restov. Aranthis is no exception, born with the same flame red hair and brilliant green eyes her family is known for. She stands tall for a Taldan woman, at 6’1”, with a lithe but well-muscled body, hardened from her time working the forge under her father’s and grandfather’s joint tutelage. Since leaving for Kenabres she has opted utilitarian travel clothes, favoring leather breeches and a sturdy boots along with a loose shirt and simple leather tunic. On her back, hanging beside her pack, is a bundle of burlap cloth within which are two curved blades sheathed in their scabbards. These blades are the first weapons she has forged, and she takes great pride in them. Strapped to the bottom of her pack is a suit of brand-new scale mail, a gift forged by her father. In addition, a set of fine blacksmith’s tools can be seen bundled tightly together and tied to the side of the pack.

While there is some truth to the saying that fiery hair is a sign of a fiery temperament, most of the time Aranthis has a level head. A forge has many lessons to teach, and first among them is that impatience and lack of planning can exact a heavy toll. Additionally, Aranthis is still possessed of a naïve outlook on the world. She has known neither hunger nor suffering in her life, nor has she seen the horrors which war visits upon the lands, much less one waged by the demonic forces of the world-wound. The world she knows exists only within her grandfather’s tales: A land of gleaming knights and heroism, where good inevitably triumphs over evil.

Born and raised in Restov, Aranthis was the only member of the latest generation of the Drallidur family. Her father and grandfather had both served as blacksmiths to one of the minor noble houses in Restov, House Melifil. In exchange for their service, the Drallidurs were provided with space for a home and forge within the lord’s lands.

It was in this relatively sheltered environment that Aranthis grew up. While they weren’t rich, the income from the forge run by her father and grandfather was enough that they could afford help to handle the cooking and cleaning, allowing Aranthis freedom in her childhood. Free from the household chores most children were saddled with, she spent her days playing with the lord’s children, or following her father or grandfather around the forge and learning about smithing. At night, her grandfather would regale her with wonderous stories; some were about the wondrous creations of Torag, others were tales of knights valiantly fighting to protect the weak and bring justice to the land. Her favorite tales, however, were those of her grandfather’s adventures with Lord Arden Melifil in the World-Wound before he settled on House Melifil’s lands in Restov.

When she came of age, she began taking sword-fighting lessons from the eldest son of the Lord, an expert in the two-bladed Aldori style the house was known for. She had a natural talent for combat it seemed, and Melifil’s son also taught her how to use armor and a variety of other weapons in case she should ever have need of it. During this period she also came to discover that she was blessed with unusually good luck. When working in the forge or practicing dueling it seemed that whenever anything odd happened or went awry, it always did so in a way that ended up favoring her.

When she reached the age of nineteen she began having repetitive dreams of a vast walled city, and a pair of gleaming blades marked with runes. After a while she became curious and asked her grandfather about the dreams. He replied that the dreams were common among all the first born children of the Drallidur family. The city was Kenabres, he explained, although he still had no idea what the blades symbolized. Both he and her father had had the same dreams when they had come of age, and both travelled to Kenabres as a result. For him it had led to his adventures with Lord Melifil. His father, on the other hand, had wound up training there under a famed dwarven blacksmith before returning to Restov, training that had helped ensure their prosperity and added to their renown in the town.

She understood then that she was being called on the same journey. Unlike her father and grandfather, however, she recognized the blades: A pair of Aldori dueling swords not unlike the ones she’d trained to use. Asking for aid from both her father and grandfather, she undertook her first smithing project, crafting a pair similar to those in her dreams. Once she had completed them, she began packing her things, and decided to set off for Kenabres herself. Upon her departure she was gifted a suit of scale mail forged by her father, her grandfather’s blacksmithing tools, along with his symbol of Torag, and holy book.

Dreaming of the grand adventures she’d have and the fame she’d gain, she set off to find out what the dream held in store for her.

Pathfiinder Zoey and Horo of the Society are friends. :D