Her Dark Majesty Trilogy part 1: Where The Fallen Jarls Sleep (Inactive)

Game Master Wareagle

Khalil Noyon
CN Human Male (Keleshite) Rogue 2 / Cleric 1
Init: +5; Perception: +8 (+9 vs. Traps)

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DEFENSE
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AC: 16, Touch: 13, Flat-footed: 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex)
HP 27 (3d8+3)
Fort: +3, Ref: +6, Will: +4
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OFFENSE
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Speed: 30 ft.
Melee: MW Rapier +5 (1d6+1/18-20*2)
Dagger (1d4+1/19-20*2)
Ranged: Throwing Dagger +5 (1d4+2/19-20*2/10ft)
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STATISTICS
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STR: 12(+1), DEX: 16(+3), CON: 11(0), INT: 12(+1), WIS: 15(+2), CHA: 12(+1)
BAB: +1; CMB: +2; CMD: 14
Feats: Point-Blank Shot, Stealthy, Deft Hands
Traits: Reactionary(+2 to Initiative), Charming (+1 Bluff, Diplomacy), Birthmark (+2 vs. Charm, Compulsion)
Skills: Acrobatics +8, Appraise +6, Bluff +7, Climb +5, Diplomacy +7, Disable Device +12, Disguise+6, Escape Artist +10, Heal +7, Knowledge (Dungeenering) +6, Knowledge (History) +6, Knowledge (Local) +6, Knowledge (Religion) +6, Lingustics +6, Perception +8, Sense Motive +7, Sleight of Hand +10, Stealth +10, Use Magic Device +6
Languages: Common,Osirian, Elven
Gear: Backpack, Bedroll, Winter Blanket, Candle, Chalk, Crowbar, Flint and Steel, Grappling Hook, Small Hammer, Bullseye Lantern, Belt Pouch, Silk Rope (50'), Soap, Waterskin, Sewing Needle, MW Thieves Tools, Holy Symbol (Calistria), Healer Kit, Climber Kit, Cold Weather Outfit, Earplugs, Magnet, Marbles, Smoked Goggles, Powder
Weapons: MW Rapier, MW Studded Leather Armor, Throwing Daggers
Magic Items: Wand of Cure Light Wounds, Wand of Color Spray
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TRACKED RESOURCES
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Throwing Daggers - 0/10
Trail Rations - 0/7
Acid - 0/3
Oil - 0/3
Alchemists Fire - 0/3
Holy Water - 0/5
Antitoxin - 0/3
Smokestick - 0/3
Tanglefoot Bag - 0/3
Healers Kit - 0/10
Disguise Kit - 0/10
Wand of CLW - 0/50
Wand of CS - 0/50

Copper: -
Silver: 20
Gold: 35
Platinum: -
Gems: -
Other: -
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SPELLS
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Domains: Charm & Trickery

Level 0
Light
Detect Magic
Read Magic

Level 1
Bless
Charm Person (DC 13, Will)
Cure Light Wounds

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Sneak Attack: 1d6 additional damage against opponents with no DEX modifier
Trapfinding: +1 to Perception vs Traps. +1 to Disable Device. Can use Disable Device to Disarm Magical Traps.
Evasion: Reflex save vs. Half Damage becomes vs. No Damage
Rogue Talent: Finesse Rogue - Weapon Finesse (Rapier)
Aura: Chaotic aura
Channel Energy (Good): 1d6 Heal to living creatures, damage to undead. 30ft radius.
Dazed Touch (Charm Domain): Can cause a living creature to be dazed for one round as a melee touch attack. Creatures over 1HD are unaffected. 5 x per day.
Copycat (Trickery Domain): Create an illusory double as a move action. Functions as a single mirror image and lasts for one round or until dispelled. Does not stack with mirror image. 5 x per day.

Through providence or unfortunate circumstance, Curvlk was both blessed and cursed with celestial blood. How this has happened has been forgotten or purposefully erased from memory for everyone but poor Curvlk. For a goblin, dreams of a fiery angel who teaches mercy and compassion is one of the worst things you could hope for. Curvlk was always especially small for a goblin, and learned how to lie and hide from the others in his tribe who would take goblin delight in tormenting the diminutive goblin, or "persuading" him to play a game of "Drag the Knight!". Curvlk was always the knight. One day, the estranged goblin went mad, at least to goblin perspective, and took up the scimitar, preaching the word of Sarenrae, and worst of all, writing. The small goblin was barely rescued by a cleric of the Dawnflower by a mob of murderous goblins, and Curvlk took it to heart that the Dawnflower was not only is savior, but also his great ancestor, and true mother to all goblin kind. The heretical goblin attempted to train to become a cleric of The Everlight, but was found to distractible by his passionate desire to learn by doing, the occasional shiny thing, and convincing strangers of his strange goblinated version of The Birth of Light and Truth. So it was that when the small and strange goblin took to the road to right the wrongs of history that he left behind many sighs of worry and relief from the priests who raised him.

Kaiden grew up in Tian Xia. He had a rough childhood, and never really got to know his mother and father. He had always been told that they died when he was young, and that he was left with his aunt. She took care of him as best she could, but due to failing health she found it more difficult to do so as time went on. She eventually died a few years later. Since she was only renting the place, Kaiden had nowhere to go.
Luckily for Kaiden who was about 9 years old at this time one of the men in the neighborhood, Xin Zu(working name for now), offered him a place to stay. The only thing Kaiden was asked to do was to deliver messages, and packages. Making sure the messages and packages never got lost was of extreme importance. In return Kaiden was given 3 meals a day, a bed, and occasional spending money as long as the jobs were done. As Kaiden got older he realized he was running contraband and messages to criminals, but the money was too good to resist, and by this time he did not really have much of an aversion to it anyway.
One day when he was older Kaiden, 15 years old to be exact, was sent to collect payment for Xin Zu from a cusKaidener, a former adventure who fell into drug use. Seeing as how Lo Chen normally paid without any problems Kaiden was sent alone, but Lo Chen thought Kaiden was being sent as an enforcer so he took it as a challenge. While Kaiden was quickly becoming Xin Zu's favorite man he was not used as muscle. Lo Chen challenged him to a fight if he wanted the money, but Kaiden had no real experience in a fight that meant someone could die. He did spar with Xin Zu, but he never had to actually fight with his life on the line. Defeating Lo Chen meant a great increase in status, while losing would most likely mean death. Xin Zu would have Lo Chen killed if he did win, but that would not bring Kaiden back to life. Lo Chen who was big for a Tian stood at 6'1 and weighed about 220. His favorite weapon was the cestus. Kaiden had mostly trained with a dagger since it was something that could easily be concealed. Lo Chen was known for toying with his foes before finishing them. Kaiden was beaten badly, and he knew he was going to die if he continued to fight Lo Chen straight on. On one of Lo Chen's backhands from the Cestus Kaidene threw himself on the ground feigning a greater injury than he received. Figuring the fun was over, and with people saying to go "end it already", Lo Chen knealt down and grabbed Kaiden's head with one hand, and raised his cestus to strike the final blow with the other. Lo Chen, never thought about why someone who was unconscious was still holding on to a dagger. That was the last mistake Lo Chen would ever make. Kaiden drew his dagger across Lo Chen's throat with such speed and accuracy that nobody even saw his hand move. The only evidence of what happened was that seemed to magically start flowing from Lo Chen's neck for no apparent reason. Without saying a word Kaiden took anything valuable that Lo Chen had and handed all of it over to Xin Zu. Other people challenged Kaiden when he came collecting thinking his victory was a fluke, many had him beaten, but somehow Kaiden walked away live while they did not. Eventually he became Xin Zu's assassin/lead enforcer. If he had to kill someone who refused to pay then so be it. This probably would have been his station in life for much longer, but Xin Zu had been skimming the profits he was supposed to be turning in to the local theives guild. Xin Zu was made into an example, and Kaiden was now without employment. He probably would have felt sorry for Xin Zu, but since was virtually a slave up until that point he could not really feel much remorse.
Kaiden being free from Xin Zu was news that spread quickly and he was offered a job as a bodyguard for a caravan going into Brevoy. Always wanting to improve himself he would spar with the others to improve his fighting technique and learn how to use different weapons. When he was not with the warriors he was with those hired as scouts who taught him how to move so that he would make the least amount of noise, and gain less attention. When he got to Brevoy he was hired again to go into the Mwangi Expanse where he continued his training with others he met. After the expedition was over he decided to stayy and train with an older adventurer named Garrin. Garrin him that the key to his longevity was that he could focus on one enemy instead of learning to only fight certain enemies more effectively*. Kaiden took this to heart which led to a connection with nature that was not as deep as most people. No deity ever called to him to grant him an animal companion or spells, but he did learn how to set traps** and focus his mind so that he could better hone in on any one enemy with his weapons. Those who saw him in battle when he was "focused" were amazed. After learning all he could from Garren he decided it was time to move on he got a job offer as part of an adventuring group to go to a place called The Land of Songs. .....

*How he got the guide ranger archetype.
**How he got the trapper archetype.

Personality:
Kaiden is very focused on being self reliant. He often seeks ways to improve himself, but the does not care much for others. He does however he does keep his word and he is loyal, but it is not due to any real sense of needing to be honest, but because he knows if people trust him it makes life a lot easier especially in adventuring parties. Those who are not currently aligned with him gain no such Xin Zuefits however. He will risk his life to save you because he expects to live, knowing that you will spread word of his bravery. This "expectation to live" has been misinterpreted as valor by others. Will he fight orc horde or an evil necromancer? Of course, but it is more for his own glory than because he cares for what happens if he does not interfere.
During the course of the game I expect Kaiden to grow. He should learn that being honest and loyal because people are actually your friends is actually a good thing. It is certainly a lot better than never having company or anyone to share anything with. He will also learn that choosing his battles is better than always choosing to battle. It is not just about whether or not you can win the fight, but why you should fight.
It will be a long road however.

Appearance.
Kaiden is a human who stands at 5'7 and weighs 157 pounds which is small to most people but about average to slightly above average where he is from. He is bald with brown eyes. He wears no jewelry, nor does he have any tattoos. His clothes are often very plain.

He wears a chain shirt. His weapons are a Cestus, and Falcata in melee, and he has a composite longbow for ranged attacks.

Malsar(war seeker) V'Rin(bringer of peace)
Malsar's parents were party of a missionary that consisted of several races that traveled around the world spreading the idea of peace. Their were so adamant in this belief that even in the face of certain death they believed that most people would back down from an attack if you knew how to reason with them, even creatures such as ogres.

While this idea was sounded good if you were dealing those who were ration and not evil it did not work well otherwise. Many of them found this out the hard way, and it cost most of them their lives. The group was set upon by orcs. Most of the group was killed, and those who were not killed were taken prisoner. Malsar was teamed up with an elf named Ka'leen when he was a slave, who was hired on as a guide. This was done to help prevent plans of escaping. It was assumed that most people only knew their own race's language and
common, which was mostly true, and anything spoken in common would be understood by the orcs. Ka'leen and Malsar became good friends as they got older. This lead to Ka'leen beginning to call him Malsar which translates into war seeker. This was because of the constant beatings Malsar received for being defiant. The orcs probably would have killed him, but they had never seen anyone work so hard. They figured they could deal with his talking as long as he continued to work.

As time went on his anger grew, and his belief in the idea of a nonviolent world waned, but having grown up his entire life around the concept he could not dismiss it. Instead he focused on the ideal of dedicating ones self to peace, but always being prepared to battle. For a large number of years he dedicated himself to Gorum, a deity always ready to fight. After being a captive for 15 years he learned a lot about the orcs habits, so he was able to find out which guards were not so careful. One day after another raid that brought more slaves, one of the guards was very intoxicated. He was able to lift the keys to his manacle's off of a guard's belt. When nobody was looking he escaped with Ka'leen. He intended to come back for his ol,ther friends as he found help, but nobody was willing to risk their lives for people they did not know, and he had no money to pay any mercenaries. Kaleen taught him how to survive in the wild, and how to fight using a few of the weapons they were able to steal when they escaped. That way if they had to rescue them on their own it their chances of survival would be increased.

The idea eventually came to the pair to rescue people or two at a time, not all at once. This sneaking around was not the way of Gorum though. Gorum would have him go in and slaughter his enemies or die trying. After a long debate he agreed with Ka'leen that the completion of the goal was more important than pleasing a deity. The decision was made. They would go with stealth.

His dedication to Gorum was more out of anger, and a desire for revenge than anything else, and that was not a good foundation to live one's life on. After all of the the surviving missionary members were freed, he wanted to rescue the others. With Ka'leen's help he was able to convince most of them to free everyone else. Having denounced Gorum, Torag was more than willing to accept him, and so he called out to him. He wanted him to go out, and teach people that they must be willing to fight for their freedom, and he should lead by example when needed. If the people can't fight then he would fight for them. Malsar always enjoying a good fight, and now fighting for the right reason made it even better. The opportunity to spread the faith of Torag to every corner of the world was just an added bonus. After a while they were able to gather up a sizeable force, and free everyone. Many people went to their old lives, but Torag, and Ka'leen went on for a while. It was during these mission that the name V'rin was earned which means bringer of peace. Eventually they had to part ways. Ka'leen wanted to go back, and kill all the orcs, and he found a group of like minded individuals willing to do so. Malsar wanted to go also, but he heard of a problem up north in a place called the Land of Song which seemed to be of more importance than his desire for revenge. The two friends parted ways, at least for the time being, hoping to meet again one day.

Appearance:
Malsar is about 4'5 160 pounds. He carries a dwarven waraxe , and wears brestplate. His backup melee weapons are a warhammer, and a dagger. He also has a longbow. If I give him a shield it will have Torag's holy symbol painted on the front.

Personality:Malsar is always trying to promote Torag, not to the point of ramming the point down people's throats since he knows it is annoying, but by reminding them that taking care of yourself and others only makes the world a better place. An enemy is more likely to attack those who are not unified than those who are.

uses:He has disable device just like Kaiden does. He is not a scout however since he is not nseak. What he is good at is using knowledge checks to identify monsters, and he is good at being the party face

edit:I have not finalaed the weapons yet. I may go sword and board.

Galstak was a strange boy. Born of two Shoanti Barbarians of the Tamiir-Quah in Varisia, he grew up in a small village within sight of Rimeskull. His grandfather left the Tamiir -Quah way of life many years ago after a run in with the resident White Dragon of Rimeskull. He moved to a small village outside of Brinewall.

Galstak’s father, Kordant, took the trade of scavenging and processing metals and gems found naturally in the area processing and making them ready for jewelers as far south as Riddleport. Kordant met and married Abinta who gave him his first son, Galstak, a year later. Abinta shortly found the boy strange and immediately proclaimed him cursed.

Galstak, to all appearances, seemed to be a normal Shoanti youth, but something was different. He seemed to know when bad things would happen. He also had the strange ability to speak a foreign language. This happened when he was scared or angry. He was able to speak this foreign language from a very early age speaking it better than his native tongue.

Galstak’s odd behavior put a lot of stress on the family. His younger siblings exhibited none of the strange behavior. They were normal Shoanti kids. Galstak loved his little brother and sister. At least they thought he was normal. But dark visions of his little brother’s fate would change Galstak’s life forever. He warned his mother about the accident that would take his brother’s life. Abinta kept a watchful eye from that point on. It mattered not, as one day when Galstak’s father was away his little brother fell from a rocky formation near the village breaking his neck, just as Galstak predicted.

Abinta had had enough. She blamed Galstak for his brother’s death saying he pushed him off the rocks to make his prediction come true. Abinta demanded that Kordant do something about their cursed son. They decided to send him away to his estranged grandfather.

Galstak’s grandfather Tarrock was an odd fellow. A Shoanti of the Tamiir -Quah also, he was a dedicated warrior for years, although he was little undersized. At 8 years of age Galstak was only a hand shorter than his grandfather. Tarrock was a radical in the quah due to his risk taking and fascination with the White Dragon of Rimeskull. He was very intelligent and took to reading tomes of knowledge from all walks of life. His over obsession with the dragon and the expected knowledge to be gained from it could he make contact, made Tarrock a sort of outsider in his own quah. When he finally did make contact with the beast, things did not go well. Tarrock was wounded both physically and mentally. He fled the quah certain that the dragon would seek him out to finish him off.

Tarrock welcomed Galstak making him the son he never had. He taught Galstak that he did not have to feel different, his abilities were a gift. He said that the tongue that Galstak spoke when under stress was a form of celestial. Galstack still did not know what that meant.

When Galstak was 10, Tarrock’s mental disorder grew worse and he feared the dragon would seek him out endangering small village and nearby Brinewall. He packed all their belongings and headed North figuring that if the dragon followed at least it would not harm the peoples of Varisia.

Tarrock found a small fishing village in the Land of Song far to the north. He had changed his public name to throw the dragon off the scent. He took to calling Galstak Stak hoping to further re-identify themselves. He built a small cabin in the mountains near the village.

Being a big boy and a Shoanti in a new land, Galstak would have to learn to defend himself. Tarrock taught Galstak the martial arts and Galstak grew big, strong and smart. He read uncle’s tomes, at least the ones that interested him. Religion and the ways of the Shoanti interested him the most. He was hoping to find answers to why he had visions. Uncle warned Galstak that his visions may just go away someday. Or… they may manifest into something bigger. He hoped they went away.

Tarrock used his intellect and talents as a warrior to provide for himself and Galstock in their new land. He learned the local history and geography and became familiar with all the inhabitants around their new home.

One day on his 13th birthday he had a vision of his uncle wasting away from some disease. His uncle warned him that not all visions are best relayed to the people they are about. That doing so could create too much stress on that person leading the prediction to come true. Galstak thought of his brother.

By his 17th birthday, Galstak’s vision had come to fruition. Uncle lay dying of something he could not name. Galstak left his uncle to find help. When he returned with a healer from the village they were too late. Uncle had passed. He burned his uncle’s body in the traditional Shoanti way.

Galstak spent the next several months wondering what he should do. His supplies were running out and he needed to get on with his life. He gathered his grandfather’s items, keeping the most valuable (mostly books) and the rest he took to the village to sell off at the market.
His visions have intensified recently also. A Valley with Carns and tombs of long lost kings. Foreboding Shadows reaching down from the north. A large fortress with wooden palisades assailed and its guardians taken.

Whispers in the village speak of evil in the North. Fields that won’t grow crops and herds that die unexpectedly. He had had similar visions. He spoke to the locals describing the fortress and palisades. “Yngvar’s Hall” he was told.

Galstak gathered his belongs, made some purchases with whatever money he received for Tarrock’s legacy and headed off to see what his visions meant.

Attitude: Galstak is angry at his situation. From his early childhood, life has been against him. Even his own parents disliked him. Now his only friend and relative is dead. He is running out of money and becoming desperate. This further angers him. When he is angry, his visions increase. He views his speaking in tongues and visions as a curse and disability.

Religion: Galstak follows the traditions of Erastil as Tarrock did, but religion is not his thing. He is Chaotic Good. He may change to follow Gorum once his inner Oracle comes out (See below)

Appearance: Galstak is of normal appearance. Although clearly of Shoanti decent he has none of the tattoos and fetishes his people normally adorn themselves with. He has taken to dressing himself as a local. Galstak usually goes covered up and hooded wherever he goes due to his slight Xenophobia.

Personality: Dark, brooding, and quiet. He tends to be a little Xenophobic around people he does not know. This is from his upbringing, lifestyle, and “disability”. Jon, If he has an important vision about someone he opens up to them though. Sort of like a bonding thing.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

So far this is the bare-bones version. I want a little more setting info before I delve too far into a background. Essentually, I am wanting to go for a character that is sort of seen as an exile from the Six Clans, not outcast, per se, but rather one that lives outside of them, but occasionally they come to him for advice and as a "neutral" party and voice of Gorum when they need. He is also sort of a trickster, guiding the Clans according to his belief in Gorum's teachings, that the strong rule, that there is both individual and social strength, that men must be tempered and earn everything for themselves, and that the good of the community is more important than any individual, but the is only as strong as it's weakest link, and that is always the leader. One day, he wants to kill a Linnorm dragon, and take the throne, and unite the barbarians under one strong and wise banner. His.

He believes in a sort of mix of norse and general christian afterlife, has no issues raising the dead to continue the fight. He also enjoys employing magic that hinders foes, if not outright harms them as much as he does to boost his allies. He does believe in chaos and randomness, not wanting to conform to any set patterns in combat, and believing that while there is fate and destiny, mortals have a large part in deciding just how much they are affected by it as well as believing that whatever happens, there is a purpose, and in the end, it will always turn out for the better, if one knows how to use it properly. . .

PICTURE
Blood Eagle is extremely tall for a Dwarf, and he claims to have divine blood running in his veins. He stands taller than most humans or even half-orcs, has pale skin, and does not grow facial hair at all.

HP: 30
Perception: +3

AC: (+4 vs Giants)
Touch: (+4 vs Giants)
Flat-Footed: (+4 vs Giants)

BaB: +2
CMB:
CMD: (vs Bull Rush and Trip)

(+2 vs Poison and Magic)
Fort: +5
Refl: +1
Will: +5

Greatsword: +6 Attack, 2d6+4 Damage, 19/x2, S
Warhammer: +5 Attack, 1d10+4 Damage, 20/x3, B
Heavy Pick: +5 Attack, 1d8+4 Damage, 20/x4, P

Masterwork Breastplate:

(2+Int, 1 for Favored Class)
Bluff: +2 (1 Rank)
Diplomacy: +5 (1 Rank)
Knowledge: Religion: +4 (1 Rank)
Sense Motive: +8 (3 Ranks)
Spellcraft: +2 (1 Rank)

Simple Weapons and Battleaxe, Heavy Pick, Greatsword, and Warhammer Prof.
Light and Medium Armor Prof.
Shields (except Tower) Prof.
Selective Channeling (Bonus)
Versatile Channeller - Positive(3rd)

Armor Expert: Combat (ACP is 1 less than normal)
: Social
Birthmark: Faith

Masterwork Greatsword
Heavy Pick
Warhammer
Breastplate

Darkvision 60ft
Defensive Training: +4 AC vs Giants
Greed: +2 Appraise nonmagical items with metal or gems
Hatred: +1 Attack vs Orcs and Goblins
Hardy: +2 to Saves against Poisons, Spells, and Spell-Like Abilities
Stability: +4 CMD against Bull Rush and Trip while on the ground.
Stone Cunning: +2 Perception against unusual stonework (traps, secret doors, etc), and automatic check
within 10ft.
Weapon Familiarity: Prof in Battle Axe, Heavy Pick, and Warhammer. Treat all “Dwarven” weapons as
Martial.

Channel Energy: 4/Day, 30ft Radius, may designate 1 target unaffected
Negative: 2d6, DC Will for half
Positive: 1d6, DC Will for half
Aura of Chaos
Spontaneous Cleric Spells
Domains

Ferocity: (Strength)
Ferocious Strike: Add ½ Cleric Level to Damage with a Melee attack 6/day.
Might of the gods (8th): Add Cleric Level to Strength Score for 1 Round/Cleric Level
1st Enlarge Person, 2nd Bull’s Strength, 3rd Rage, 4th Spell Immunity, 5th Righteous Might, 6th Mass Bull’s Strength, 7th Grasping Hand, 8th Clinching Fist, 9th Crushing Hand

Glory: +2 D.C. to Channel Positive Energy vs Undead
Touch of Glory – Standard Action, grant Cleric Level to Cha based Checks for up to 1 hour, /day.
Divine Presence: (8th) – All allies receive Sanctuary effect for 1 Round per Cleric Level in 30ft area.
1st Shield of Faith, 2nd Bless Weapon, 3rd Searing Light, 4th Holy Smite, 5th Righteous Might, 6th Undeath to Death, 7th Holy Sword, 8th Holy Aura, 9th Gate

Orisons: D.C.
1.) Detect Magic
2.)
3.)
4.)
5.)

1st Level: D.C.
1.) Bless
2.) Cure Light Wounds
3.) Divine Favor
D.) Enlarge Person
D.) Shield of Faith

2nd Level: D.C.
D.) Bless Weapon
D.) Bull’s Strength

Str:10
dex:14
Con:14
int:12
wis:8
Cha:18

BAB +1
Attack Melee +1
Attack Range +3

MW Light Crossbow +4 to hit 1d8 Damage
MW Quarterstaff +2 to hit 1 d6 Damage

CMB +1
CMD 13

Fort +3
Reflex +3
Will +2

AC 13/12 tch/11 flat
Init +4
Speed 30

0 level Unlimited/Day
Daze (DC 14)
Detect Magic
Mage Hand
Ray of Frost
Read Magic
1 level 6/day
Chill Touch (DC 15)
Enlarge Person (DC 15)
Mage Armor (DC 15)
Magic Missile

Boreal: +1 DC Cold Spells
Cold Steel : Touch Weapon give Frost (7/day)
Cold Resistance 5
Elemental Cold Focus +1 DC to Cold Spells
Eschew Materials
Icewalker - Walk across icy surfaces

Amulet of Natural AC +1
MW Light Crossbow
MW Quarterstaff
30 Light bolts
50 Cold Iron Bolts
50 Silver Bolts

Race: Aasimar
Player:
Classes: Cleric3
Hit Points: 30
Experience: 3300 / 6000
Alignment: Neutral Good
Vision: Darkvision (60 ft.)
Speed: Walk 30 ft.
Languages: Celestial, Common
Stat Score Mod
STR 10 (+0)
DEX 13 (+1)
CON 12 (+1)
INT 14 (+2)
WIS 16 (+3)
CHA 16 (+3)
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Skill Total Rnk Stat Msc
Acrobatics 1 0.0 1 0
Appraise 2 0.0 2 0
Bluff 8 1.0 3 4
Climb 1 1.0 0 0
Craft (Untrained) 2 0.0 2 0
Diplomacy 9 1.0 3 5
Disguise 4 1.0 3 0
Escape Artist 1 0.0 1 0
Fly 1 0.0 1 0
Heal 9 3.0 3 3
Intimidate 3 0.0 3 0
Perception 6 1.0 3 2
Perform (Untrained) 3 0.0 3 0
Ride 4 3.0 1 0
Sense Motive 3 0.0 3 0
Stealth 1 0.0 1 0
Survival 3 0.0 3 0
Swim 1 1.0 0 0

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Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Whip)
You make attack rolls with the weapon normally.

Improved Initiative
Armor Proficiency, Light
When you wear a type of armor with which you are proficient, the armor check penalty for that armor applies only to Dexterity- and Strength-based skill checks.

Armor Proficiency, Medium
When you wear a type of armor with which you are proficient, the armor check penalty for that armor applies only to Dexterity- and Strength-based skill checks.

Shield Proficiency
When you use a shield (except a tower shield), the shield's armor check penalty only applies to Strength- and Dexterity-based skills.

Simple Weapon Proficiency
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-------------------------- Combat --------------------------
Total / Touch / Flat Footed
AC: 11 / 11 / 10
Initiative: +5
BAB: +2
Melee tohit: +2
Ranged tohit: +3
Fortitude: +5
Reflex: +3
Will: +7
Unarmed attack:
to hit: +2
damage: 1d3
critical: 20/x2
Whip:
to hit: +2
damage: 1d3
critical: 20/x2
special properties: Bonus to disarm an enemy (pg. 144), Deals nonlethal damage (pg. 145), May be used to make trip attacks (pg.145)
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------------------------- Equipment ------------------------
Name QTY LBS
Outfit (Traveler's) 1 5lbs
Total weight carried:
Current load: Light
Encumbrance
Light: 33
Medium: 66
Heavy: 100
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Innate Spells
Daylight (Evocation) - 1 per day
Saves: None
DC:
Casting: 1 standard action
Duration: 30 minutes [D]
Range: Touch
Components: V, S
SR: No
Effect: You touch an object when you cast this spell, causing the object to shed bright light in a 60-foot radius.

Name: Tokara
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Race: Aasimar
Traits: Dangerously Curious and Nightstall Urchin (minus the orphan part)
Class: Cleric of Shelyn, Purity and Love Subdomains
Concept: Anthorpormorphic Fox Cleric who loves life, and is a bit of a flirt.

Appearance: Tokara celestial heritage is a lot closer in her background than many of her race, in fact it only goes back to her grandfather who was a particularly amorous vulpinal bard. As a result Quip looks very much like her grandfather. The main difference is that she is taller than a true vulpinal and a slightly more sturdily built. She also possesses hair, aside from the rich silver fur that covers her whole body.

Tokara, Tok for short, stands slightly shorter than the average human her age. However her large perked foxlike (fennec like) ears do serve to add a little bit to her height. She has thick black that is very curly, showing a bit of Varisian heritage (her mother's side). Her fur, a gift from her vulpinal ancestor, is light silver, and grows deeper silver at the points of her body (nose, tail, and paws). She has a delicate pointed muzzle and really does look foxlike.

Tok's eyes are deep green with flecks of gold in them, her right eye in particular has a one patch of gold that is quite noticeable. Though she looks odd, she gets away with it using her cleric domain, mainly by using Adoration whenever someone gives her an odd look. She also wears cloaks that cover most of her form, so she can stay well hidden enough. However she's not quite used to odd looks yet, since she grew up in a land that was quite accepting, and weird.

Personality: If someone was describing Tok, a person might ask if she had gnome blood in her. This is due to her love of life, and her endless drive to wander. However she's no gnome, at all though she does get on well with them.

Tok takes her devotion to Shelyn very seriously, and always does her best not to fight with anyone. To her the best way is diplomacy. In her mind the world would be a better place if all the races just stepped back, took a deep breath and tried to talk things out. Of course this is never going to happen, Tok knows this. The knowledge doesn't stop her from having her dreams though.

Tok is a very loving person, some people equate this to her being a bit… loose. However she doesn't sleep around, she's just very fond of hugs and kisses. She'll nuzzle a friend happily, and it doesn't matter what gender they are. Though she is straight in her sexual attraction, her romantic attractions cover anything really. To Tok, a loving bond of the heart can be formed with anyone, regardless of race or gender.

Tok doesn't agree with the perversion of anything. Nothing can send her into a rage faster than a person taking something that is meant to be loving and beautiful and twisting it into something dark.

The fastest way to Tok's heart is music. She lives for music, and is a decent singer herself. She's not the best out there, but she's can still carry a tune. Because of her fondness of music, she doesn't hate goblins as much as most people do, and really thinks that their unpleasant nature can be remedied by raising them outside of their tribes. After all, you'd lack any manners and morals if you were raised in a cage.

Tok tends to get along with most other races, though at times the stoic nature of dwarves drives her up the wall. She has little love for ogres, hobgoblins or bugbears. She's also terrified of most insects, a reasonable fear considering that she grew up in a place were most bugs were rather deadly.

History:
Tok's mother was a member of a travelling band of Varisians. She was a skilled Harrow deck reader, and was peddling her readings in the Nightmarket of Katapesh. While there she met a handsome wizard who romanced her. It was quite the whirlwind romance, and when the caravan decided to move on Tok's mother decided to stayed.

Nine months later Tok was born, causing her mother to be rather shocked by her foxlike appearance. It was then that Tok's father revealed that he was Half Celestial and had been using an Alter Self spell to assume the form of a pure human. Tok's mother took this news less than favourably and left soon after, leaving Tok's father to raise the young Aasimar.

Tok quickly prooved to be highly curious, and troublesome. There was nothing that the young girl didn't get into. By the time she was six she was out all day, and around age ten most of the night too, exploring the markets and seeing all manner of things. There was many a night that her father was up worrying about his daughter.

Tok showed no promise as either a wizard or a Sorcerer, or able to use any manner of Arcane magic at all. However, the markets were not the only place that held draw for her. She found that she could listen to the clerics of Shelyn for hours on end. She loved the stories of the goddess that everyone loved. At the age of twelve she requested to begin training at the temple, and was accepted as an apprentice cleric.

Despite being a proper apprentice now, Tok didn't give up her curious active lifestyle. When not doing her proper training she still wandered the market stalls. There was far too much wonder in her world not to. Anyway, she had far too many friends among the ragged urchins that ran the nightstalls with her. So she continued her training, and her life.

At sixteen she and one of the street rats she ran with had a romance. She was nose over tail in love with him, and he with her. Tok felt that their love was blessed by the goddess herself, that summer the two spent together was near perfect. However perfect things don't always last forever. Tok's lover was bitten by a puff adder and died. Tok was devastated by her lover's loss and poured her whole being into her studies even more. For a whole year the Nightstalls held no lure for her, the sight of them simply chafed at the raw wound of loosing her beloved.

However with time, and a few stern talkings too from some temple friends, she was able to pull herself out of the darkness she had sunken into. The Nigthstalls, and even the city were still painful. However it didn't mean she had to spend the rest of her life cooped up in a temple mourning someone who had lived life as fully as her lover had. Now nearly eighteen, Tok packed up and left her home.

She spent some time travelling around her home country, carefully avoiding the border of Nex, finding that place very creepy to say the least. To the young cleric, the kingdom of the dead was an affront to everything she put her faith in. Next she headed west and visited the edges of the Mwangi expanse, where she met up with a merchant caravan that was traveling northeast to Osirion. She joined them and worked as a healer fro them until arriving at Sothis. From Sothis she took a ship to the Isle of Kortos, and the city of Absalom where she spent several months.

However it wasn't long before the wanderlust that she had received from her vulpinal grandfather overtook her again. She spent her time with several adventuring parties, as well as quite a bit of time walking the land on her own and having many fine adventures, as well as nearly dying a few times. However it seemed that her goddess still smiled on her and she survived. Once again slightly bored, she is looking for a new group to travel with, hopefully with at least one gnome in it. She likes gnomes, since they share her wanderlust.

Str:10
dex:14
Con:14
int:12
wis:8
Cha:18

BAB +1
Attack Melee +1
Attack Range +3

MW Light Crossbow +4 to hit 1d8 Damage
MW Quarterstaff +2 to hit 1 d6 Damage

CMB +1
CMD 13

Fort +3
Reflex +3
Will +2

AC 13/12 tch/11 flat
Init +4
Speed 30

0 level Unlimited/Day
Daze (DC 14)
Detect Magic
Mage Hand
Ray of Frost
Read Magic
1 level 6/day
Chill Touch (DC 15)
Enlarge Person (DC 15)
Mage Armor (DC 15)
Magic Missile

Feats
Combat Casting
Cosmopolitain (Linguistics,Acrobatics)
Elemental Focus Cold
Eschew Materials
Simple Weapon Proficiency

Traits
Poverty-Stricken
reactionary
Theoretical MAgician

Boreal: +1 DC Cold Spells
Cold Steel : Touch Weapon give Frost (7/day)
Cold Resistance 5
Elemental Cold Focus +1 DC to Cold Spells
Eschew Materials
Icewalker - Walk across icy surfaces

Amulet of Natural AC +1
MW Light Crossbow
MW Quarterstaff
30 Light bolts
50 Cold Iron Bolts
50 Silver Bolts

Groznik being the third born son of the goblin chief has had less than mighty expectations cast on his shoulders. His elder brothers, Farknik and Haznik, took most of their fathers spare time. Being third also had the disadvantage of last in choice of gear. When time for training the only weapon available to him was a club or a bow as his brothers had taken all the nicer weapons, and were mostly interested in melee fighting as that brought fame more often than not in the clan. Figuring a bow would be useful for hunting, he practiced with that and joined the hunting parties. Haznik and Farknik quickly gained fame by leading raids against human settlements, leaving Groznik virtually alone.

Last winter the necromancer,Tengthu decided to make his home on the same mountain,and set about coercing all the local goblin villages to work for him. Grozniks father would have no trucking with necromancers and refused. Two nights later, the skeletons and zombies attacked the village. After a hard fought battle they village was victorious, tho many goblins were felled including Haznik. Fearing the Necromancer would raise their dead against them, The Goblin Chief ordered a raid led by Farknik to destroy the necromancer. Being short on able bodies the chief let Groznik go along. Grozniks hunting skills served him well, as he used them to sneak past, and kill the outer sentries. Finally seeing the necromancer, Farknik lead the charge to kill him. The battle not going his way, Tengthu, spotting Farknik as the leader cast his foul magics at him and struck down Farknik. With the Goblin charge now faltering, Groznik was also able to sneak his way in and find a clear spot where he shot and killed the necromancer. The remaining Goblins cheered Groznik as a hero. Tho his hero status was short lived, not being know well as a leader other goblins started making overtones that Groznik was not worthy as contender for the throne.

The chief fearing rebellion, asked the local oracle for advice. To the chiefs amazement the oracle asked for a gathering. At the gathering the oracle pronounced "A greater evil is awaking in our lands. Tengthu was only a test. One of our tribe will go the land of songs and fight this evil and return. This goblin will be our next chief. The gods have spoken" Not expecting this, the chief outfitted Groznik in the best items he could acquire form the goblin treasury. The chief wished his son off "The gods ahve spoken, it is out of my hands. Use these items well, along with the hunting skills you have acquired and return as our chieftain." Groznik and three others left separately the next morning to earn the right to be chief.

From the small town of Gorthwart, grew up in a town comprised mostly of humans and 1/2 orcs. Why his parents pick this town he never knew, maybe it needed a bakery and they saw opportunity knocking. His parents both bakers, had a store "A Lil Dough", the store was famous in town for its danishes, the parents specialty. While no one, did anything to the store, not wanting to be cut off from their pastry supply, When MibbiWicket was left alone to his own devices, things were different. MibbiWicket was constantly getting in scrapes with the other children. At first he was on the losing end of most the fight, but MibbiWicket learned form his losses and soon was winning some. Eventually he was left alone as he was victor, more often than not. As he got older he would protect the younger, scrawnier kids form the town bullies.

His parents were heartbroken when he told them he wasn't interested in continuing the family business, that he want to be a soldier, so he could help protect the ordinary person. Going to join the town militia, they laughed at him and told him to go home, there was no way a gnome could do anything but entertain or bake. So MibbiWicket left town to see if he could join elsewhere. Sadly the other towns were just as cruel, laughing at him, and telling him to go home. Heading home in disappointment, nearing his home town, he saw some the militia going into the woods. He asked what was up,and the told to go inside where it was safe, and that there was an Ogre hunting close by town. MibbiWicket followed the soldiers into the woods at a distance so they wouldn't notice him. The Soldiers eventually found the ogre, and not used to fighting something so much bigger and stronger than themselves, were fighting a losing battle. MibbiWicket decided this was his chance, he charged the Ogre, the soldiers screaming "NO!..STOP!", looked away as not to to see the horror to follow. But they heard no thud, and crunch of bones as expected,and when they looked up they saw the gnome fearlessly attacking the Ogre using the tactics he had beat bullies with when he was younger. Seeing MibbiWicket wearing down the Ogre, they joined the fray and took the ogre down. The soldiers hailed MibbiWicket a hero and asked if there was away to repay him for his timely help. He Said "All I ask for is the opportunity to be in the militia" Surprised at the request they gladly accepted. Having protected his community the past 10 years he has had an itch to go see some of the world besides his town.

Hearing the call for heroes to land of songs, MibbiWicket decided he could see the world and protect people too. Promising to return afterwards, he said his goodbyes to his parents and the militia, with both promising to jobs for him when he returned.