Legacy of Fire

Game Master FireclawDrake

He would be a Bard, with probably a couple of Fighter levels later, no archetypes. Trait wise, I would choose Reclaim your Roots and Desert Child.
Will cruchify him again if you are OK with the concept.

After that, he lived a nomad's life in the desert with tribes of refugees and dervishes, learning the sacred throat chants of the Sarenrae's priests, the art of snake charming and the mystical arts of the hermits. This is how he makes a living: he travels from town to town, performing among the other street artists in the crowded Dark Markets. Last month he received news that his father, who had become a pesh addict, is dead too, so he wants to go back to the village of Kelmarane to bury his ashes there, honor the rest of his dead family, and maybe rebuild the village.

While he was still alive, his father told Aakim that he would have been very happy to find out whatever happened to Aakim sister, Kalima. She is most likely dead, but since hope is the last to die and she was last seen in Kelmarane, Aakim decided to join Garavel's caravan.

A lion found young Kahn wailing amongst the ruin of his family. The lion was the companion of Mukhtar the druid. Mukhtar's lion was a female recently given birth to cubs. He used her milk to wean young Kahn.

Kahn was raised by Mukhtar for many a year until he reached the age of adulthood. Mukhtar decided he was old enough and told him he must wander and learn to walk the land as a man to learn about the land. Kahn set out to wander and learn about the land in all its various forms including its cities and urban areas.

He grew up in the mining town of Tinshield, an isolated and traditional dwarven settlement. Horgun hated it there. All day people would dig rocks out of the ground. At night they'd either make thing from the rocks they'd dug up or get roaring drunk. There was never anyone new to meet, everyone spent all time time in holes in the ground, and he couldn't stand mushroom soup. What Horgun wanted was to travel and see the many places and peoples of the world, and to have enough wealth to do so in comfortable style. As soon as he was of age and had saved enough for a good axe and a cheap breastplate he left Tinshield behind to do just that.

With a sharp eye in the wilderness and a steady hand in a fight, Horgun wasn't short of mercenary work to take him new places. While he found the open sea especially enchanting, with its distant horizon and limitless ports of call, he also traveled as far as the edge of the Mwangi Expanse to the nations up and down its eastern border. He saw strange sights, wooed exotic women, and sampled the cuisine of many races. All of them better than mushroom soup.

Of course, he wasn't simply playing tourist on his travels. These were working trips, and his only requirements were that it paid well and took him somewhere interesting. Anything else wasn't something he bothered himself with. The trouble is that the difference between merchant explorers and bandit raiders often depends on which side of the border you're on, and the line between privateer and pirate is a matter of which flag is being flown. Horgun may not have cared to make such distinctions so long as his contract was respected, but the Katapesh navy did. In fact they cared enough to chase down the ship he was on in a half day battle, execute his last Captain, and sentence him to slavery for the crime of piracy.

The last year has been less fun. Promises of cooperation managed to keep his pet vulture Argia with him, at least. But it's been a boring life of manual labor, pit fights, and guard duty. One man's loss is another's gain, though, since fightmaster Raham's financial missteps have brought him into the arms of Garavel and dangled the promise of freedom before him.

Personality: Horgun is very clear about his two overriding goals. He wants to visit exotic places and he wants to acquire personal wealth. Which is not to say those are the only things that will motivate him. He'll stand by his friends. He'll help out someone in trouble, especially if a pretty woman is involved. Once he makes a contract he'll uphold it to the end, though he does make a point of having escape clauses should he need them. But he's run with pirates enough that a good bit of their mercenary attitude has rubbed off on him.

Goals: Horgun's short term goal is to earn his freedom from his current situation. His long term goal is to win enough wealth and prestige that he can be pickier about future associations and avoid a repeat of the last year. But he's impressionable enough that an interesting cause could get him to sign on. Crunch advancement, he'll be going with the Weapon and Shield combat style.

A chance encounter in Genyielt's second year at the academy set him on a path that would change him forever. One of the Fierani Rangers that ward Kyonin from the horrors of Tanglebriar visited Genyielt's archery instructor. Genyielt happened by while they were discussing archery strategy and equipment and its effectiveness against Treerazer's troops in Tanglebriar.

Genyielt pretended not to hear, but tracked down the ranger later that evening. He had found his calling.

A month later found himself learning from a different sort of instructor. In the southern reaches of the Fierani Forest, he learned that mistakes wouldn't result in a bruise or instructor's curse. They meant death or the loss of your soul. Genyielt learned quickly. He found the more practical training of the Fierani Rangers to be much better suited to his needs than the dry academic approach of the academy.

Once trained, Genyielt joined the Company of the Leaf - a storied ranger company renowned for their daring and devastating skirmishing style against Treerazer's demons. For several successful years, the Company of the Leaf continued to build their legend and Genyielt was thrilled to be part of it. But a terrible doom awaited.

On a stormy summer evening, the Company of the Leaf found themselves trapped deep in Tanglebriar. Later investigation would find that two captains had been corrupted and turned by Treerazer's demons. Genyielt was one of a handful of survivors. In the hands of the demons, Genyielt was subject to not only demonic tortures, but the corrupting influence of Treerazer's realm.

After three weeks in captivity, Genyielt was one of a handful of survivors plucked in a raid by the Company of the Willow. But, something had changed. Something about Treerazer's realm or magic had twisted him and changed him forever.

He returned to Kyonin, but no longer felt at home. Before long, he left, beginning travels that would take him to all corners of the Inner Sea. But, he found that he wandered without purpose. He didn't feel at home anywhere, but needed something to provide direction. Enter the Pathfinders.

Two years ago after spending time across Osirion and Thuvia, Genyielt found himself in the great city of Katapesh. He'd come hoping that the mad mercantilism of the city might offer variety that would still his wanderlust. The elf found employment with the Duskwalkers - the guild responsible for watching over trade in the city, especially the notorious Nightstalls. One evening, a disturbance rippled through the Nightstalls. The Seer's dreaded golem, the One Who Is Travesty, smashing through the black market. Genyielt was one of several Duskwalkers on the scene...a slim half-elf slipping away, a half-elf he recognized.

The next day, Genyielt visited the Pathfinder Lodge of Katapesh. He really hadn't given the Pathfinders much thought before. But seeing Aurora Steelbloom had sparked an interest to learn more. Hours later, Genyielt emerged with a new passion and within days he was on a ship bound for Absalom to become a Pathfinder.

The mission to Kelmarane is Genyielt's first mission as a Pathfinder.

Curse Wasting
Mystery Outer Rifts (Inner Sea Magic)
Traits
Duskwalker Agent (Regional, Legacy of Fire Players Guide)
Seeking Adventure (Campaign, Legacy of Fire Players Guide)
Warrior of Old (APG)

Tentative Feats
1 - Extra Revelation (Planar Haze)
3 - Toughness
5 - Extra Revelation (Rift Magic)
7 - Dazing Spell
9 - Extra Revelation (Dread Resistance)
11 - ?

Tentative Revelations
1 - Demon Skin
3 - Unearthly Terrain
7 - Rift Weapon
11 - Telepathy

"Sneak up on the man at night; if he can’t see you, he can’t fight!" Chee loves that rhyme. So much that I made it my super secret, never tell anyone(except friends, you're friend right?), name. This is neat because most people who speak to me, when they bother speakin', call Chee 'Sneak' anyway, so this means I has lots of friends. You don't steal from friends either, unless you're playing the sneaking game, then you can steal stuff until someone guesses it was you, then you have to give it back, unless you run way first, but if they catch you then you really have to give it back, unless you want to play 'hit'um with sticks until the bugger hands it back'. But that game isn't much fun. Hey, race burning animals? I'll bet my rat beats your rat to the river!"

Being a goblin without a tribe isn't a fun place to be, usually it is a very dead place to be. Haleen made the difference. Chee has always lived with her, or as long as a goblin can be bothered to remember. Then she vanished, and this is a hiding came Chee does not like at all. Actually it seems like the game when someone takes something and won't give it back. This means it's time for the stabbing game.

(I think it would also be fun to play this character as either a Alchemist or a Gunslinger. If you like Chee, but don't want a rogue. Let me know.)

His parents first took note of his temper - abrupt, and often irrational - when he was yet a babe. Nothing they tried lessened the simmering fire within. Word spread quickly as he grew. Parents shielded their children from him, lest his condition somehow spread. Not that the other children wanted anything to do with him either - the few occasions he'd been at play usually resulted in the other child crying. Or bleeding.

His father, Eyuzin Letriua, was not the first to shun him, but his rejection cut the deepest. It'd not been so painful, nor surprising when his mother, Pomiana, suggested that it would be best if he left. Clearly he was not meant for Kyonin, nor wanted there.

He was nearly 20 when he left. He did not feel relief to see the forest behind him, as he'd suspected. The anger was there as always, his constant companion. It had new targets now - his parents, primarily - but it burned just as fiercely as before, crowding his mind with dark thoughts.

Realizing he must master the anger lest it control him, Eikiel joined an order of monks. In many ways, their mountain-top temple was just as peaceful as his forest home, but by their teachings, Eikiel learned to control his anger. Not conquer it completely - it was always there, ready at hand should he let his guard down. But for the first time he knew something of peace.

Eikiel left after a few years to wander the country. In learning to master himself, he'd come to understand the anger, and what tended to incite the rage. For one, too much time spent in one place. He did not know if familiarity caused his careful discipline to slip, or if his legs simply needed to be in motion, lest inactivity stir the rage. As well, any time spent in heavily populated areas, or even in narrow quarters. And of course, any thoughts of his father churned the blood.

He is of average height for an elf. Given his nomadic lifestyle and general lack of appetite, Eikiel appears malnourished. His baggy clothes hide most of his body, but his cheeks are gaunt and the skin stretched tight across his brow. He favors a hood at all times, shading his yellow eyes. He keeps his head shaven. Long days under the sun has deepened his skin to a golden-brown.

I'm game for the tarot card reading.

The main aspects I want to go for are some sort of prophetic gift, an insight or intuition about random things. I believe something dark is comming, and that there are many things happening in the here and now leading up to it, both heroic and mundane. I'd also like occasionally to have visions or dreams to locate certain things, but not know why/how/where. Not magic items, but uncommon things. Most of this is simply role playing opertunity. I'm not wanting you to change the story around me, or anything.

At least it was.

The boy was decidedly strange growing up,and was a prodigy at both blade and magic..especially destruction magic.He was hated by his rivals,loved by his teachers,and admired by his brothers-in-arms.

One day,Kor decided it was all too much.He hated the attention,the constant pressure.So he decided to fake his own death.The night after he had made his decision,he conjured an image of himself and made it jump to its death.His parents saw 'him' jump out his window,but could never find him or his body.

The community mourned for weeks at the loss of one of its most able apprentices;meanwhile,Kor-iat-lylth started to travel the world.He became adept at pickpocketing to make his way,and often got into duels by eager young nobleman,thinking the poor-looking man with but a scimitar at his waist an easy target.

Kor has been wandering the world for his entire life,looking for new adventures...(and it seems he's finally found one!)

Kor is tall,even for an elf.He has strange,red eyes(with DM discretion;) that flare red when he becomes angry.His long black hair is normally kept under a hood.