Goldmyr's Rise of the Runelords

Game Master Nathan Monson

In the years since, he has seen many wonders all across the Inner Sea. He has gained much wisdom but still yearns for more. Religion fascinates him and pulls at his soul but he cannot tell who is doing the pulling. Is it the Dawnflower, in all her fiery glory, that he sees in every brilliant sunrise? Or is it Desna’s song of the spheres lulling him to sleep on a starry night? Perhaps his wanderings have all been steps on the path to self perfection and it is stern Irori he hears in every new obstacle he overcomes and riddle he solves.

The path Kesari’s feet have taken has led him to Varisia, where he has heard of an upcoming festival dedicating a temple to many gods at once. Perhaps here he will find some sign of the path his soul should take.

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Notes: Kesari looks at the world with wide eyed awe yet his eager to share his cryptic wisdom with those around him. He sees good in everyone he meets but the harsh realities of years of travelling as essentially a vagabond have taught him the cruelties that others hide in their hearts. He will start play as a monk(sensei) but immediately cross over to cleric(ecclesitheurge), filling the role of a versatile divine caster and supporter. I'm leaving the choice of cleric diety open until he changes classes and am excited to let the events of the adventure shape his decision of what diety he chooses.

Smiling to himself he continued. I remember many a night coming past this very place in the wee hours of the morning returning to the brothel after spending the evening at Junker’s Edge watching scrounging goblins, every now and then throwing rocks at them. Seamus stooped over and picking up a couple of rocks off of the cobble stone and throws one into the darkness. This was the first place Zandu had me attempt a cut purse, that was on a Swallowtail festival also, those were good tmes. Seamus frowns as he drops the second stone back to the cobbles.

There were sad times too. When the Chopper took Ionacu and Esmerelda, they call it ‘the late unpleasantness’, it was a hell of a lot worse than unpleasant for the families who lost someone. I’m glad they burned that bastard. looking at the new cathedral again. He’s not all that burned though, that same month the north side was aflame, as if Old Stoot took more in his death than in his life. Seamus shudders as he continues walking across the town square.

Finally looking back at the new building; At least we have our new church and a new start. He unconsciously touches one of his daggers, and a new Swallowtail Festival with new purses to cut. Smiling to himself as he leaves the square and heads for home.

As Seamus grew up he was teased and bullied by the other kids in the neighborhood because he was different, his half-elf features set him apart, he spent a lot of time alone. Instead of fighting he would run, His favorite place to hide was the cliffs on the Varisian Gulf, he would sit at Junker’s Edge and watch the goblins scrounge through the junk and garbage. He would make his way back home after twilight trusting to his elven vision. During the daytime he would stay busy with odd jobs around ‘the house’: chopping wood, working in the stables, helping in the kitchen and running errands.

Seamus life changed as he became older and his mother decided to retire from what was a young woman’s profession. She settled down and married a Varisian named Zandu Vasilica, who was a small time crook and member of the Sczarni. Zandu instantly recognized Seamus’ skills. Seamus was old enough to continue working odd jobs for Lady Kaye but the rest of the time he was being instructed by Zandu on skills the Sczarni valued: fighting, pickpocketing, lock picking and burglary.

Last year, Seamus life took a major turn. His step-father was offered a mid-level position by his family in Magnimar: It had been Zandu’s dream fulfilled, he and Seamus’ mother moved there immediately. Seamus decided to stay in Sandpoint. It was his home, It was where he belonged. He continued his work for lady Kaye in the stables and would occasionally earn a little cash doing “independent” work.

DEFENSE
AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 dex)
HP 10 (1d8+2 HD)
Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +0

OFFENSIVE
Speed 30 ft.
Melee greenspear +4 (1d8+1/x3); or
elven branched spear +3 (1d8+1/x3); or
short sword +3 (1d6+1/19-20)
Ranged sling +3 (1d4+1)
Special Attacks sneak attack +1d6

STATISTICS
Str 13 (+1), Dex 16 (+3), Con 14 (+2), Int 12 (+1), Wis 10 (+0), Cha 14 (+2)
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 14
Traits Outlander (exile), Signature Moves
Feats Weapon Finesse, Combat Reflexes
Skills Acrobatics +7, Bluff +6, Handle Animal +3, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (local) +5, Knowledge (nature) +5, Linguistics +5, Perception +4, Ride +4, Use Magic Device +6
SQ skilled, adoptive parentage (elf), weapon familiarity (longbows, longsword, rapier, shortbows, elven weapons), finesse training, bravado’s blade
Combat Gear greenspear (mwk viridium elven branched spear w/darkwood shaft), elven branched spear, sling w/10 bullets, short sword, dagger, studded leather armor; Other Gear fighter kit, gear maintenance kit, shaving kit, vial of antiplauge, 3g, 9s
Carrying capacity Light: 0-50, Medium: 51-100, Heavy: 101-150; Current Encumbrance 43 w/combat gear, 74 w/bag

Note: greenspear gained through signature moves trait. Costs about 620gp, but if special materials not allowed, can be swapped out for something more mundane. I enjoy the idea for flavor purposes, but I am by no means married to it.

He was guided through that wondrous realm by an expectant entity, a woman in black known only as "the Teacher." She stated that his presence there was "too early," and with her help he eventually found his way back to Golarion, but when he did a disproportionate amount of time had passed since his departure. He soon discovered the fate of his homeland and feared that he was now truly alone. However, in a kind twist of fate, Conall was discovered and adopted a nomadic family of fey-worshiping elves who felt the tinge of the First World upon him. Combining their lessons with what he had learned from the Teacher, Conall became a capable individual, but his full potential was always locked away behind a sense of restlessness and unease. By the time he had reached his twenties, the young Sarkorian felt the need to strike out on his own, taking with him two of the distinct branched spears used by his adoptive family.

In the years since, Conall has idly roamed the lands of Northern and Middle Avestan. Wherever possible, he ekes out a modest living as a chariot racer and gladiatorial athlete, but his pursuits have been short lived and met only with mixed success. When not engaging in sporting completions, Conall makes ends meet by selling his spear-arm as a bodyguard or adventurer for hire, his only rule being that he won't take any underhanded or malicious contracts.

It is clear, even to himself, that he is stagnating when he should be thriving. Conall is lacking the spark, the impetus to action, which would allow him to meet his full potential. But such a thing is not easily found and so, until such an impetus arrives, he has continues to wander aimlessly, hoping to at least make some kind of positive difference wherever he goes in his pursuit of self-worth.

Conall's attire is fairly simple. He usually wears dark brown linen pants with black riding chaps and boots worn over them. On his chest he wears a range of green-to-blue shirts which he fits his brown leather armor over. He leaves his arms largely exposed and unhindered, preferring only forearm guards of teal painted-leather. He keeps a shortsword and dagger at his belt, along with his sling and stone bullets. He caries his two spears in linen shawls which he can sling over his shoulder, although the greenspear's case also has a lead lined cover for the head. The greenspear has a black, darkwood shaft and spearheads of deep green viridium. The secondary spearheads wrap around the shaft, spiraling up and around it before finally splaying outwards and terminating in thorn-like points. The regular branched spear is designed in the same way, but is made of ash and steel instead.

Conall finds it difficult to turn his back on a bad situation, but understands that saving everyone is not possible for a mere mortal. Furthermore, one good act in the present, may provoke a greater evil in the future. This principle is not used as an excuse for inaction, but as a reminder to always think through the potential the consequences of his actions, instead of acting thoughtlessly. That said, Conall has a weakness for tragic cases; situations wherein a person is a victim more of fate than the consequences of their own choices. In such situations, he is much more likely to act on emotion, rather than reason. Likewise, a threat against Conall's friends or loved ones also causes the Kellid warrior's composure to slip, bringing bloody thoughts and deeds to the surface.

Although Conall prefers to avoid bloodshed, he does not hold back once violence becomes inevitable. He follows the warrior tradition of his forefathers, and does not give quarter once engaged in lethal combat. He has no moral qualms about battles to the death, so long as both parties are acting of their own will. He sees through such battles to their blood conclusion, both as a point of pride and as a sign of respect. Besides, Conall is not so certain of his own skills that he believes he can pull his punches in a serious battle and still survive himself. In his mind, once an enemy attacks him with the intent to kill, then that person has also accepted the possibility of their own death. If an informal battle ends with the assailant still living, Conall may what he can to preserve their life (or grant them a mercy killing to curtail a long painful death), but those who do perish are considered to have simply faced the consequences of their own decisions.

Even with his life on the line though, Conall avoids making use of the greenspear. The toxic effects of the spear's blades are terrible to behold, and typically he would not want even his enemies to suffer so. Nevertheless, when Conall senses that a pivotal battle is upon him, he utilizes the greenspear without hesitation. It is a finely crafted weapon and and he would be a fool not to use it in battles where he feels that he may be outclassed. To minimize the negative effects of the greenspear, Conall always carries a vial or two of antiplague on his person. This is used for the circumstances wherein an opponent does not perish from their wounds, but has succumb to the weapon's toxic effects. Rarely he might use the concoction for his own benefit, but it's primary use is to aid others. Conall refuses this courtesy only to his most hated opponents; those with no apparent redeeming features, circumstances, or dignity.

Conall regards all evil outsiders (whose lack of moral agency precludes empathy) as monsters to be destroyed, but he holds a special hatred in his heart for demons, due what their kind did to Sarkoris.