GM Singer's Jade Regent Campaign

Game Master Vuvu

==DEFENSE==
AC 16, touch 10, flat-footed 16 (+6 armor)
hp 12 (1d10+1+1)
Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +1

==OFFENSE==
Spd 20 ft
Melee Greatsword +5 2d6+6/19-20
Ranged Javelin +1 1d6+4

==STATISTICS==
Str 18, Dex 10, Con 13, Int 8, Wis 8, Cha 16
Base Atk +1, Cmb +5 Cmd 15

Feats Power Attack, Improved Initiative

Skills [2] Diplomacy +7, Ride +4

Languages Common

Favored Class Paladin
Favored Class Bonuses
1 +1 HP

Traits Reactionary: +2 Init; Childhood Crush (Ameiko Kaijitsu), Magical Knack: +2 to Paladin caster level, once acquired, cannot exceed hit die.

Special Abilities
Aura of Good, Detect Evil, Smite Evil 1/day

Equipment
Scale Mail 50gp 30lbs
Armored Kilt 20gp 10lbs
Greatsword 50gp 8lbs
Heavy Wooden Shield 7gp 10lbs
Club 3lbs
Javelin x2 2gp 2lbs
Explorer's Outfit 8lbs
Sunrod x4 8gp 2lbs
Backpack 2gp 2lbs
Bedroll 1sp 5lbs
Waterskin 1gp 4lbs
Wooden Holy Symbol of Iomedae 1gp
Wetstone 2cp
Dungeoneering Kit* 15gp 25lbs
18gp 8sp 8cp

* Dungeoneering Kit 15gp 25lbs]This bundle of essential supplies for exploring ruins and abandoned cities includes 2 candles, chalk, a hammer and 4 pitons, 50 feet of hemp rope, a hooded lantern with 5 flasks of oil, 2 sacks, 2 torches, and 4 tindertwigs.

From birth Rellen was instilled with the virtues of nobility, despite being relatively poor. It was obvious from thae start that he was strong handsome and likeable, but not the brightest sunrod in the satchel. As such he was popular, but shy because of his tendency to do and say foolish things.

Raised to believe that serving Iomedae was the highest of honors, he spent most of his time being tutored in the knightly virtues by his father. When he was fourteen he was showing off his skills to some of the local girls, when he stumbled - hearing a comment by Sara Bright about his bottom - and managed to trip over his own sword earning himself a huge gash upon his right calf. Ameiko who had been watching from the back, amused by his antics, was on hand and took care of him binding his wounds and reassuring him.

Since then he has been madly in love with the older Tian woman, trying to spend time with her whenever he can, spending more time in the Rusty Dragon than his parents approve of. As such he has become infected by Ameiko's tales of adventure and longs to travel, to see exotic places, and fight for right in the name of Iomedae.

Perhaps it was from their father... though Jeihachi never understood why. Ameiko seemed to have issues with father, and it was as if there were some secret he wasn't being told about.

Even when she went adventuring, she did everything she could to make sure he didn't follow in her footsteps. She took advantage of his obedient tendencies (She was always the rebel of the family) sending him off on caravan trips to pick up things for the family (and later the Inn) or copying sheets and other scribe work. She discouraged his study of warfare or magic (though he certainly took to certain lessons.)

Yet it was Ameiko's own magics that would trigger his own. A group of drunkards, armed and unruly, started to raise trouble at the Rusty Dragon. Jeihachi tried to calm them down, but they responded by threatening him. His sister tried to separate them from her little brother with a spell, only to engulf them all in it.

They were affected as was expected, but Jeihachi fainted, plagued by strange dreams of dragons in far off lands he'd only heard of. He awoke with golden eyes and found himself exhibiting magics that came now as naturally to him as breathing. it was apparent soon enough that somewhere in his bloodline was a gold dragon.

Jeihachi took to his new sorcerous nature well, but was plagued with doubts. Was he adopted? He had never been told so if he was. Was there truly the blood of gold dragons in their line? How had it gotten there? Why wasn't Ameiko showing signs of same if so? He loved his sister, but this put a wall of distrust between them.

Perhaps to rebuild that trust, his sister has reluctantly offered him a place on a long journey. Jeihachi has accepted, eager to learn of things that have been hidden from him all his life.

Hiro wasn’t always a tavern bouncer. Hiro's parents were servants of the Kaijitsu family, one of the noble families of Sandpoint, as were his ancestors who immigrated with the Kaijitsus to Avistan from the distant continent Tian Xia. Hiro's father, Shiroku, maintained the Kaijitus' stables, while his mother, Kasuri, served as the Kaijitsus' housekeeper.

Two months after Hiro’s birth, the Kaijitsus gave birth to their daughter Ameiko. As children Hiro and Ameiko played together and were as close as siblings, even though Hiro was destined to be Ameiko’s servant when they both grew to maturity. As they grew older, Hiro's affection for Ameiko turned more amorous, although he never revealed his true feelings. Hiro was quite understandably upset when Ameiko ran away to become an adventurer with Sandru Vhiski, blaming the Varisian for taking the woman he loved away from Sandpoint while he was left behind to lead the life of a servant. He was even more upset with Sandru when Ameiko came back a year later changed - purchasing the Rusty Dragon and living in the tavern instead of the Kaijitsu manor, and refusing to talk about what happened to her or her companions during their adventures. Still, when Hiro’s parents were killed in a goblin raid on the town and Ameiko’s father was murdered a few days later, Ameiko quickly offered Hiro a job as a bouncer and a place to live at the Rusty Dragon. Since that time the two have become good friends again, although Hiro still holds a grudge against Sandru Vhiski and refuses to serve the man or even speak to him whenever his travels bring him back to Sandpoint and the Rusty Dragon. To Hiro, Sandru is little better than his Sczarni older brother Jubrayl.

What no one living today other than Hiro knows is that his ancestors were more than just servants for the Kaijitsus. His father was the last descendant of a line of samurai who served as protectors of the Kaijitsu family for centuries, while his mother was the last of a clan of ninja who served the Kaijitsus as secret bodyguards. Hiro's parents both taught him some of the skills of their respective trades, although the young man gravitated more to the way of the warrior than to the way of the silent killer. Now, with his parents dead, Hiro bears the mantle of secret protector of the last of the Kaijitsus.

Gnome, Cleric of Desna 1
Chaotic Good, Small Humanoid (gnome)
Initiative +2; Senses Perception +5
Languages: Celestial, Common, Gnome, Goblin, Sylvan

Hit Points: 9 (1d8+1)

Armor Class: 20 = 10 +2 dex +5 armor + 2 shield +1 size
Armor Class Touch: 13 = +10 +2 dex +1 size
Armor Class Flatfooted: 18 = +10 +5 armor +2 shield +1 size

Fortitude: +3 = +2 class +1 con
Reflex: +2 = +0 class +2 dex
Will: +5 = +2 class +3 wis

Damage Reduction: none
Spell Resistance: none

----------------------- Combat -----------------------
Speed 20 ft (30 ft base, medium load)

BAB: +0 = +0 cleric
CMB: +0 = +0 BAB +0 str
CMD: 12 = 10 +0 BAB +0 str +2 dex

Melee
heavy mace +0 (1d6 /20, x2)
Starknife +0 (1d3 /x3)
Dagger +0 (1d3 /19-20)

Ranged
Light Crossbow +3 (1d6 /19-20) (40 bolts)
Dagger +3 (1d3 /19-20)

Other Abilities

Channel Positive Energy (1d6, 5 times per day)

Bit of Luck (Sp) (Any time the target rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result) (6/day)

Agile Feet (Su) (ignore all difficult terrain for 1 round) (6/day)

Spells (Luck and Travel Domains)
0-level (3; DC 13): create water, detect magic, light
1st-level (1+1+1; DC 14): bless (x2), true strike (d)

----------------------- Ability Score -----------------------
Strength 10 (+0) (2 pts) -2 racial
Dexterity 14 (+2) (5 pts)
Constitution 13 (+1) (1 pts) +2 racial
Intelligence 10 (+1) (0 pts)
Wisdom 16 (+3) (10 pts)
Charisma 14 (+2) (2 pts) +2 racial

----------------------- Skills -----------------------
Skill points 3 = (+2 class +0 int +1 favored class) x1 cleric

Skills Total Rank CS Ability ACP Misc

Appraise +0 = +0 rank +0 ability
Bluff +2 = +0 rank +2 ability
Climb -6 = +0 rank +0 ability -6 acp
Diplomacy +7 = +1 rank +3 cs +3 ability
Disguise +3 = +0 rank +3 ability
Escape Artist -4 = +0 rank +2 ability -6 acp
Heal +3 = +0 rank +3 ability
Intimidate +3 = +0 rank +3 ability
Knowledge (Religion) +6 = +1 rank +3 cs +0 ability +2 racial
Linguistics +6 = +1 rank +1 ability +3 cs +1 trait
Perception +5 = +0 rank +3 ability +2 racial
Ride -4 = +0 rank +2 ability -6 acp
Sense Motive +3 = +0 rank +3 ability
Spellcraft +0 = +0 rank +0 ability
Stealth +0 = +0 rank +2 ability -6 acp +4 size
Survival +2 = +0 rank +2 ability
Swim -6 = +0 rank +0 ability -6 acp

----------------------- Feats -----------------------
• Selective Channeling: When you channel energy, you can choose a number of targets in the area up to your Charisma modifier. These targets are not affected by your channeled energy.

----------------------- Traits -----------------------
• Rescued Koya saved you, she did so by casting a healing spell on you just before you died, and as a result you gain a +2 trait bonus whenever you use cure spells to heal damage.

• Etymologist: When you, like all other young gnomes, were taught the hodgepodge Gnome language, you became curious about the original meaning of each word and what language it was derived from. Anytime you come across a new language, you are immediately absorbed by both how it works and what words you can co-opt from it for the Gnome language. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Linguistics checks, know one additional bonus language, and treat Linguistics as a class skill.

• Naturally Gifted For unknown reasons, you have deeper reserves of magical energy than those around you. Perhaps you are descended from a family of powerful arcane casters, or maybe you believe this trait marks you as destined for magical greatness. Wherever the truth lies, you gain an additional use of one of your gnome magic spell-like abilities each day. This does not always have to be the same spell-like ability—one day you might use dancing lights twice, only to use the additional casting for speak with animals the next day.

----------------------- Racial Abilities -----------------------
• Small: Gnomes are Small creatures and gain a +1 size bonus to their AC, a +1 size bonus on attack rolls, a –1 penalty to their Combat Maneuver Bonus (CMB) and Combat Maneuver Defense (CMD), and a +4 size bonus on Stealth checks.
• Slow Speed: Gnomes have a base speed of 20 feet (base speed 30 ft due to Travel Domain)
• Low-Light Vision: Gnomes can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light (see low-light vision.)
• Gnome Magic: Gnomes add +1 to the DC of any saving throws against illusion spells that they cast. Gnomes with a Charisma of 11 or higher also gain the following spell-like abilities:
1/day — dancing lights, ghost sound, prestidigitation, and speak with animals. (Caster level 1; DC 11)
• Illusion Resistance: Gnomes get a +2 racial saving throw bonus against illusion spells or effects.
• Keen Senses: Gnomes receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception skill checks.
• Eternal Hope: Gnomes rarely lose hope and are always confident that even hopeless situations will work out. Gnomes with this racial trait receive a +2 racial bonus on saving throws against fear and despair effects. Once per day, after rolling a 1 on a d20, the gnome may reroll and use the second result. This racial trait replaces the defensive training and hatred racial Traits.
• Academician: Some gnomes are more academically inclined than their kin. Gnomes with this racial trait gain a +2 bonus on any one Knowledge skill. This racial trait replaces the obsessive racial trait.

----------------------- Class Abilities -----------------------

• Weapon and Armor Proficiency: Clerics are proficient with all simple weapons, light armor, medium armor, and shields (except tower shields). Clerics are also proficient with the favored weapon of their deities.

• Aura (Ex): A cleric of a chaotic, evil, good, or lawful deity has a particularly powerful aura corresponding to the deity's alignment (see the detect evil spell for details). (Good: Faint)

• Spells: 3 0-level (DC 13)/ 1+1+1 1st-level (DC 14)

• Channel Energy (Su): 1d6 (DC 12) Channeling energy causes a burst that affects all creatures of one type (either undead or living) in a 30-foot radius centered on the cleric. (5 times/day)

• Domains:

~ Travel: You are an explorer and find enlightenment in the simple joy of travel, be it by foot or conveyance or magic. Increase your base speed by 10 feet.

Agile Feet (Su): As a free action, you can gain increased mobility for 1 round. For the next round, you ignore all difficult terrain and do not take any penalties for moving through it. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

Dimensional Hop (Sp): At 8th level, you can teleport up to 10 feet per cleric level per day as a move action. This teleportation must be used in 5-foot increments and such movement does not provoke attacks of opportunity. You must have line of sight to your destination to use this ability. You can bring other willing creatures with you, but you must expend an equal amount of distance for each creature brought.

Domain Spells: 1st—longstrider, 2nd—locate object, 3rd—fly, 4th—dimension door, 5th—teleport, 6th—find the path, 7th—greater teleport, 8th—phase door, 9th—astral projection.

~ Luck Granted Powers: You are infused with luck, and your mere presence can spread good fortune.

Bit of Luck (Sp): You can touch a willing creature as a standard action, giving it a bit of luck. For the next round, any time the target rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

Good Fortune (Ex): At 6th level, as an immediate action, you can reroll any one d20 roll you have just made before the results of the roll are revealed. You must take the result of the reroll, even if it's worse than the original roll. You can use this ability once per day at 6th level, and one additional time per day for every six cleric levels beyond 6th.

Domain Spells: 1st—true strike, 2nd—aid, 3rd—protection from energy, 4th—freedom of movement, 5th—break enchantment, 6th—mislead, 7th—spell turning, 8th—moment of prescience, 9th—miracle.

----------------------- Equipment -----------------------
Starting gold 140 gp

scale mail 15 (50g)
heavy shield 5 (7g)

heavy mace 4 (12g)
dagger 0.5 (2g)
starknife 1.5 (24g)
light crossbow 2 (35g)
(10 bolts x4) 2 (4g)

wodden holy symbol -- (1g)
spell component pouch 0.5 (5g)

backpack 0.5 (2g)
Pouch, belt 0.25 (2g)
waterskin 1 (1g)
bedroll 1.25 (1sp)
chalk (10) -- (1sp)
flint and steel -- (1g)
rations (4 days) 1 (2g)

expoerer's Outfit -- --

Coins 8 sp

Current load: Medium (34.5)
Encumbrance
22.5 lbs. / 45 lbs. / 67.5 lbs.

----------------------- Description -----------------------

Race: Gnome
Gender: Female
Age: 54
Height: 3 ft
Weight: 33
Hair Color: currently a vibrant pink
Skin Color: light complexion
Personality: Happy go lucky. Looking to see what the world and Desna have to offer.

Aloria has long vibrant pink hair that she likes to leave wild and flowing about her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep grey full of life that bit of excitement at living life. She wears an old but functional suit of scale armor with a set of padded gloves. Prominent about hanging from her neck is a wooden butterfly dyed purple and pink that she uses as a holy symbol to Desna.

She has a small array of weapons but often has a light crossbow in hand. When she does bear a weapon for melee it is often a heavy mace with an old wooden shield, newly painted with a purple butterfly on a plain white background. She seems eager and ready to face the world...

----------------------- Background -----------------------
Aloria grew up traveling with her parents. Taking to the tenants of Desna, Morel and Jandice Adu explored the lands of Golarion ever gaining new experiences wherever they traveled. While the family might stop for several months, they never made any one place home. Home was the small gypsy-like wagon drawn by an old pair of ponies.

The many experiences had, kept a young gnome enthralled. Aloria saw a lot, sometimes too much. While there are the many good folk of the world, there are also those that were not. The young gnome was taught not only to embrace and enrich her life with travel but how to help and defend those in need.

It was some ten years ago, when Aloria and her brother Hurell were gathering supplies in Sandpoint and were returning to their wagons when they were attacked by
bandits, meant to rob two small gnomes. The pair put up a fight and were able to defend most of the goods, but both were injured. Aloria saw here brother about
to be attacked from behind and placed herself in the path of a dagger. It sunk deep and was a fatal blow. As guards approached, the bandits fleeing, Hurell
comforted his dying sister looking skyward asking for help.

Help did come, an elder woman, calling upon her own curative magics of Desna, healed the vicious wound, that while healed, has left a scar of some note and added some limited movement in her left arm. As life returned Aloria looked up to see the smiling woman who introduced herself as Koya Mvashti a devout of Desna. There was much thanks but a special connection was developed with Aloria and Koya, along with a friendship that has lasted more than a decade. Anytime the family passed through Sandpoint, they paid the elder woman a visit, to regale her with their tales from the road and bring small presents of thanks.

Young Aloria has grown to adulthood and followed her parents along Desna’s path, becoming a young priestess. She has taken her first steps alone in the world and has found herself returning to Sandpoint to look up Koya to share a tale or two before continuing wherever Desna wills.

You need me Sandru. I have listened to everything you have ever taught me, then practiced it over and over on the streets while you were gone. I spent days following a band of pickpockets back and into their location without being seen. I even picked one of their pockets to just to learn how their boss would respond.

Sandru I have learned all that I can on my own. Let me prove myself to you. Let me come with you this time.

Dorvren realizes that he is rambling, and coming close to begging. He pauses, takes a deep breath. Sits back and downs his ale, and waits patiently for Sandru to reply

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Special Abilities
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Animal Companion Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion.
Elf Blood You are counted as both elven and human for any effect relating to race.
Elven Immunities +2 save bonus vs Enchantments.
Elven Immunities - Sleep You are immune to magic sleep effects.
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.
Share Spells with Companion (Ex) Spells cast on you can also affect your Companion, if it's within 5 feet.
Spirit Sense (Sp) As det. undead, also fey, outsider, astral/ethereal/incorporeal simultaneously.
Spontaneous Casting The Druid can convert stored spells into Summon Nature's Ally spells.
Younger Sibling (Shalelu) (Ex) +1 vs foes threatening sibling.
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Appearance and Personality:

Kynira is a short and lean half-elf with waves of brown hair that sometimes get in the way of her startling green eyes. There is a hint of Qadiran blood in her face and skin. She wears her emotions on her sleeve, either bubbling over with laughter, or letting anger seethe upon her face, especially if animals are being threatened or harmed. When engaged in druidic spells or seeking out ley lines, the discipline instilled by elven and human teachers alike reasserts herself and she is, momentarily, the figure of otherworldly calm. Her complete love and trust of her sister Shalelu does not preclude teasing her at times.

Background:

Shalelu preferred, and indeed, enjoyed, being a loner, and would have stayed that way had not a strange woman intruded upon her wilderness meditations. She was marked with arcane tattoos and had the cast of a Qadiran, and her countenance was full of sorrow. Without introduction, she entered Shalelu's camp and offered up a suspicious bundle.

"This is Kynira. Keep her safe. She is your sister by your father's blood." Shalelu's eyes widened as she beheld an unmistakably related infant of mixed blood, gazing calmly at her from within swaddling cloth. She began to protest when the wizardess silenced her with a gesture, saying, "My doom follows me. Where I go I cannot take a child. You must protect her." At once Shalelu was alone--no, not alone, but with an unwanted child, of the same parentage, at least on one side, who continued to gaze at her with--were those great green eyes filled with curiosity? Shalelu cursed her luck, and her father besides.

Kynira grew up under the watchful, if often stern, eye of Shalelu. She learned to take care of herself, exploring the wilderness in her own way as her half-sister took her frequent travels. Shalelu raised her in elven ways, taking her to elven villages and obtaining her training in the curved blade of their ancestors, which she dutifully learned, although her giggles and outbursts outside of training were frowned upon by more solemn elders of elvenkind.

Kynira's favorite places were the vast stretches of grassland between cities in Varisia, though she loved the forests she and her sister tread in as well. She would hunt out megaliths, half-sunken in the fields and forgotten, hearing the deep resonance of their power, or find lines of force that connected to ancient elven or fey 'whorls', as she called them. Seeing her natural talents, Shalelu brought her to study with a servant of nature named Choran, and in time her abilities grew under his patient tutelage.

A tireless animal crusader, she watched with shadowed and disapproving eyes as caravans brought back unusual animals from the East to display in Magnimar and beyond. One day, she spied a great striped cat pacing in its too-small, wooden wagon crate. That evening, she crept into the camp of the animal traders and freed the tiger, naming him Saruu, and bringing him back to Shalelu beaming with delight. The family had expanded yet again.

Kynira, happily engrossed in tracking the lines of magic that permeated the land, and training with elven swordmasters and Choran, and herself training Saruu, barely noticed when Shalelu's routine changed--something about her packing, the times she arrived and left, was different. "Sister--" Kynira asked after patting the tiger affectionately and coming forward, in the usual offputting way of half-elves, "--are you planning a different journey than usual? If so--" and Kynira's green eyes filled with a curiosity that Shalelu knew all too well...

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Left without a family, Koya took him in and raised him as her own. He was the first, and oldest of the orphans she took in, but his slow development has caused many to think of Sandru as the 'older brother' of the two. When he learned of what had happened to his mother, Nikitarik became fearful of the Bleaching, not knowing how it worked, he worried that he might begin aging at any moment. He became near frantic, as he tried numerous pursuits to keep the bleaching at bay. He tried, and miserably failed at theivery before he realized that he had a talent for magic. He didn't have the patience for Wizardy, and apparently lacked the heritage for sorcery, so he turned to, well, experimentation. He learned that summoning magic came naturally to him, so much so that he believed he could call something new into being. When he finally pulled it off, he found that he had created a human sized dragon. Unlike any dragon he'd seen however, this one didn't have a color, it's scales seemed to change color as the light hit them. He has wondered whether the creature is truly real, or if it exists at his whim, he plans to try and alter it if he can, just to see what he can do.

Nikitarik has always known that he wouldn't be able to stay in Sandpoint for very long. He has taken a job as a caravan guard, for Sandru no less, in hopes of keeping his interest. He longs for some great adventure, though, and would jump at the chance to see some faraway place. He would, of course, drag Koya along, both because he knows she wishes to see more of the world, and because he can't stand the thought of leaving her alone. While on the caravan, Nikitarik has been attempting to teach himself to ride his Eidolon, so far with disastrous, and comical, results.

Marcus Adarian is an Order of the Star cavalier devoted to the church of Desna and sworn protector of its faithful. But, this may have never been had it not been for the intervention of Koya Mvashti. As a young squire he was nearly killed when he and his lord were set upon by a viscous giant attack while traveling with his lord Sir Villaret.

Villaret was on a mission to increase his renown by venturing forth into the wilds of this frontier nation. Claims mighty beast had attracted many a fledgling knight and Villaret was no different. Coming from Taldor , the pair were enticed by news giants had been marauding across the lands north of Sandpoint. Making with all haste to this area before some other adventurers beat them to glory, the pair failed to plan accordingly. Little did they know ambush lay ahead.

The beauty of Varisia spread out before the pair that fine morning the rays of the sun had just crept above the horizon and the morning fog was beginning to lift. Glancing at Lord Villaret, the young knight to be beamed with pride he had been chosen to accompany such a man. With visor raised and armor shining, Villaret seemed to be the vision of what a knight should be in the eyes of a young man. It was in this awestruck haze that Marcus stayed when the world suddenly seemed to go silent. Confusion clouded his brain as he heard and didn’t hear the clang of metal, roars, and the swearing of oaths.

Everything seemed to be playing out in slow motion before him from where he lay on the moist earth. Cape fluttering behind him, Villaret leaned into the charge. The pounding of hoof and massive foot shook the earth before colliding like a thunder clap. Shards of wood, steel and blood erupted from the collision of man, mount, and giant. A geyser like spray of gore blasted from the wound in the giant’s chest allowing the thing’s life source flow away like some great river. But, so too had Villaret been claimed.

Gentle sun rays and soft voices were the first things Adarian heard as he came to. No longer was on the field of battle but some sort of temple. Noticing the star of Desna, the same star in the center of his lord’s helm, the boy knew he had been saved. As he laid upon the alter, Marcus was startled by the sudden appearance of an older woman whom he assumed to be a priestess of the goddess. She related the story of how she had seen the battle, him being struck by a boulder, and the mighty defense displayed by his lord. She had attempted to save them both, but Villaret knew he was far too gone and insisted she save the boy. Presenting him with his lord’s sword and helm, the priestess took her leave. Swearing an oath to Desna to protect this woman whom had saved his life and to follow in the path of his lord, Marcus rose to his feet and strode from the temple.

Fifteen years had elapsed and a boy became a man of some skill. Mvashti had aged as well and expressed interest in a journey. Pledging his sword and lance to her, Marcus began to prepare himself for this adventure and the glory it may hold.