Samnell's Gestalt, Mythic Wrath of the Righteous (Inactive)

Game Master Samnell

Ragnar was born on the night of the winter solstice, just as grandmother had prophesied. More importantly he had been born with the "Mark" just as grandmother had prophesied. Adonara, his paternal great great grandmother and the last priestess of the empyreal lady Pulura, The Shimmering Maiden, Mistress of the Stars and the Mysterious Light of the Aurora. Had prophesied that a child would be born in the land of the Kellids in the city of Gundrun the last city of Sarkoris. She prophesied that the child would be born on the winter solstice, that the child would bare Pulura's mark, her holy symbol; the north star and its constellation, on the child's body. The prophecy continued that the child would be born within Adonara's lifetime and would become Pulura's representative on earth, Adonara's replacement. So each year after the prophesy grandmother would return to Gundrun to await the child. What grandmother had not prophesied was that he would be born with all twelve constellations.

Ragnar's father, Agdor Cold Iron, like his entire family, was a nomad at heart. He had travelled south spending time with the Shriikirri-Quah eventually marrying a Shoanti shield maiden named Sinopah. In time he felt the tug of the wormwood, the battle for the ancient lands of his people and he returned to the north. Sinopah, her brother Istakkos and about twenty other Hawk clan warriors went with him. They arrived in Gundrun just before Sinopah was to bear their first child, Ragnar.

Ragnar's early life was simple, Grandma (that is what Adonara insist he call her) stayed with him in their little house as mommy and daddy raided into the wormwood. Until that fateful day when Istakkos returned alone, wounded and bloody with Agdors cold iron sword and a tale of horror and loss. After Istakkkos recovered the three of them left Gundrun for the nomadic life a cleric of Pulura should live. They traveled the far north, on clear bright nights grandma would tell stories and sing songs of Pulura. On dark cloud covered nights she would whisper tales of Kostchtchie. During the day Istakkos would teach him the ways of nature; the forest, the tundra, the prairie. The ways of the Shriikirri-Quah; the horse, the klar, the earthbreaker .The ways of the guide; the long trail, the camp, the fire. After a time they returned to Gundrun so grandma could await her death near the last image of Pulura at the Walk of Lost Gods. Istakkos returned to the Shoanti. Ragnar determined to wander the north as a guide until he received the mantle of Pulura and the responsibilities it would contain.

Normal is a relative term. Ragnar's height and build is normal for a northerner, 6'2" and stocky. His eyes and hair, grey and black, respectively are normal. His skin tone and the color of his tattoos are normal also. His heavy fur lined cold weather clothing is normal for the deep north. His gear: the breastplate, the cold iron sword, the klar and the earthbreaker may seem a little exotic but not what one would call abnormal, especially if the person is as well travelled as Ragnar. What is abnormal, curious at best and down right disturbing at worst is his birthmark, we should say birthmarks. Twelve of them, the smallest on face, the largest on his back, others on arms and legs, feet and hands, belly and chest. All of them in the shape of the northern constellations, each of them outlined, emphasized and charted by the Shoanti tattoo styling. The most obvious birthmark/tattoo being on his face, from the left cheekbone, around his left eye up onto and across his forehead: the constellation of Pulura. The most ominous and hidden birthmark/tattoo being across his back, thirteen stars in all: the constellation of Kostchtchie.

Like the dualistic gods of cold that he serves, Ragnar's personality shifts from sanguine the vast majority of the time to melancholic the small minority. Normally talkative and gregarious rarely quite and contemplative. Usually he gladly embraces the call of Pulura but occasionally wishes for the simple life of a guide. He is a good companion normally encouraging and uplifting but can be critical. He embraces the life of a nomad living on the open road but he knows one day he will like his father answer the call of the wormwood.

A city that's on the edge of blighted, terrifying lands can experience many strange things... and such was the case of a particular young girl who found herself orphaned by the ongoing battle against the forces of darkness. However, nobody in the city had ever imagined the chain of events that was about to unfold. The earliest years of her life were the quietest and most peaceful for her, and she was under the care of two reasonably kind residents of the city who'd known her parents before they died. Even at a young age, however, Korina had begun to show signs of being... strange.

This being Kenabres, a place not always noted for its tolerance, strangeness was enough to get her pulled in for examination. They tested her body and soul to the utmost, noting the irregularities in a human - eyes a blood-like red, skin that was abnormally pale in the harshest sun, and hair so lacking in color it almost seemed to draw in the world around it. Some simply considered her an albino, and the testing indeed revealed a great deal of magic in her body... but however hard they searched for signs of evil, they couldn't find even the faintest response. They weren't entirely certain what had happened to her until they contacted the Riftwardens and learned more about the tattoo that had appeared on her back.

The inquisitors had not been especially gentle with Korina during their interrogations - her oddities, and their inability to find a reason for them, had immensely frustrated them. She'd been chained up so she could look outside, endured multiple beatings by those determined to get a confession, and generally exposed to the worst that the city had to offer... but finally, after all was said and done, even Hulrun Shappok was forced to acknowledge that there was no taint of evil in her... and with many apologies, they let the girl go.

All in all, the testing had taken several months, because they were quite certain there was something wrong with her... it was simply their misfortune that they never looked in the right direction, because Korina's body hid secrets that even she did not understand. As with the others who bore the Sign of the Seeker's Spiral, Korina's parents had been exposed to incredible planar energies that seeped through into the world... but they weren't the energies of the normal planes. Unbeknownst to her parents, they had been exposed to the power of the Dark Tapestry, a place of madness beyond mortal minds, and that same energy had infused their child from the very moment of conception. Even had they known that, however, it was unlikely they would have known another important truth - the Dark Tapestry was a place, but also an entity so alien to the universe that the words to adequately describe it did not exist. Yet across the land, secretive cults would whisper its name - Yog-Sothoth, the Key and the Gate, who was everywhere and nowhere at once. In a very real sense, Korina had three parents, and her eldritch heritage manifested in two blessings and a curse.

The first blessing was the status of being an Oracle of Yog-Sothoth, given divine powers no mortal could normally replicate to use throughout her life. Unlike most gods, however, the Key and the Gate did not take notice of the Material Plane, nor expect anything of its followers. The greatest battles of good and evil were utterly irrelevant, but it did seem to empower its own (if not actually care about them).

The second blessing was the power of summoning, calling upon the denizens of the Dark Tapestry and bringing them into the world as she willed. However, her calls brought forth more than mere Aberrations - the twisted creatures often existed in ways that should not have been possible. Yet there was only one reason they responded when Korina called out for them - to the entities of the Dark Tapestry, Korina feels familiar. It wouldn't be wrong to say that many of her summons are actually related to her, and those that aren't tend to venerate her eldritch parent and aid her for its sake. None of them care for good or evil except as it affects Korina's safety, and they're quite happy to dispatch any entity that comes to threaten her. She looks at things in ways others don't, though, and actually thinks her summons are very cute...

The curse was a part of the first blessing - strange things have been known to happen around Korina, as she seems to exist as a weak point between the Dark Tapestry (her third parent) and the Material Plane. Things move oddly, or resist her, and it was these events that first had her brought in for examination.

If the lords of Kenabres knew the extent of her heritage, they would doubtless be terrified. After all, mortals often fear what they cannot understand... and so she has been careful to avoid calling too much notice to what she can do. Since her release from the interrogations of the city's elite, Korina has worked to support the city. She's quite a bit smarter than people give her credit for, and a public showing of aid has helped put to rest many of the fears about her. Nevertheless, a few problems still remain...

No matter what she's done to protect the city, the leaders of Kenabres might not react well if they learned the truth. She's been shamed by them before, punished and humiliated because of their fears, and that's already driven her to succeed... but how much worse might it be if they knew the truth?

Korina also has a very distinct set of morals, tinged by the alien views of her ancestry. She sees shades of gray far more often than mere black-and-white, and she's occasionally been known to do something completely unrelated to good or evil because it seems better to her. Despite this, there are none who can truly call her evil...

Except for those who would enjoy tempting her, of course. Quite frankly, most of those who are related to the Dark Tapestry are both insane and incredibly evil, and her summoned protectors are frightening. She wields far more power than any normal cultist could dream of, and what evil could be accomplished in the world if some dark and twisted force could convince her to help? Surely at least a few of them would be willing to try...

In the end, even the gods may not know what will become of Korina. Put simply, she's too strange for the world to understand. All people do know is that she offers her friendship and loyalty to those who will repay her in kind, without caring about their views of the world. All she asks in return is acceptance... and for the sake of her true friends, she would gladly unleash nightmares beyond imagining upon the armies of the Abyss and show the demons what happens when evil stares into madness and the madness stares back.

AC 20, touch 20, flat-footed 16
HP 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +5; Ref +6; Will +6

OFFENSE

Speed 30’
Melee Unarmed Strike +4, 1d4+1, Flurry Unarmed Strike +3/+3, 1d4+1
Ranged Crossbow +4, 1d6

STATISTICS

Str 12 Dex 18 Con 14 Int 12 Wis 18 Cha 7
Base Atk +0 CMB +1 CMD 20
Feats Weapon Finesse, Dodge (B), Improved Unarmed Strike (B), Blindfight (B)
Traits Touched by Divinity, Resilient
Skills Heal +8, Kn Nature +7, Perception +8, Sense Motive +8, Survival +8, Swim +5
Racial Modifiers
Languages Celestial, Taldan, Hallit, Druidic
SQ Monk AC Bonus, Orisons, Nature’s Bond Domain, Nature Sense, Wild Empathy
Other Gear 120 gp of adventuring gear plus Cold Iron Kama, Silver Siangham.

SPECIAL ABILITIES
Spontaneous Casting – Convert spells to Summon Nature’s Ally
Nature Bond – Domain
Vermin Empathy - Works as Wild empathy but on vermin. Can be used on animals or mindless undead at -4 penatly unless they have the disease special attack. 1d20 – 1
Flurry of Blows – May make 2 attacks as Two-weapon fighting with monk weapons.
Devoted Guardian – Always acts in the surprise round, flat-footed until he goes. Plus ½ monk level to initiative.
Domain – Darkness.

Gear 120 gp

Zja specifically is a part gnomish aasimar of strange parentage. Unlike most gnomes he sports a head of feathers rather than hair, but in true gnomish fashion his are bright purple with subtle silver highlights. He stand just over 3' tall but his air of anger and subtle smell of rot makes people uncomfortable in his presence.

Clan Silverlight follows the moon and fights the demonic horde. So the hordes fought back. Attacking when the moon was dark, demons and cultists swarmed them, battling with suicidal frenzy. Every man, woman and child was slain. Most of the bodies were desecrated, marked with the symbol of their master.

But the spirit of the clan as not slain. They hungered for righteous vengeance. The elder spirits gathered the clan and used their magic to revive the last one killed, a youth named Theran. Coming back to life among the bodies of his family was hard. Coming back with spirits within him, the magic of the moon in his blood was harder. He wandered, dazed and barely alive, through the ashes. Picking up weapons from the fallen was instinct.

Arriving at the crusader's camp, he surrendered to the sentries. They brought him to the healers and eventually he recovered. The inquisitors demanded his story, and they all told their stories, the entire clan. But the stories were true.

When his strength returned, he volunteered to join the crusade. "Clan Silverlight will fight this menace. We will follow your leaders. Our strength will join with yours."

Intended Mythic Path: Champion

CG Medium humanoid (human)
Hero Points 1
Init +0; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 18 (1d12+6)
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +2 (+3 vs. charm and compulsion)
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Offense
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Speed 40 ft.
Melee cold iron earth breaker +4 (2d6+4/×3) or
dagger +4 (1d4+3/19-20) or
shortspear +4 (1d6+3)
Special Attacks rage (7 rounds/day)
Oracle (Spirit Guide) Spells Known (CL 1st; concentration +4)
1st (4/day)—cure light wounds, divine favor, shield of faith
0 (at will)—create water, detect magic, ghost sound (DC 13), light, mage hand, mending
Mystery Lunar
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Statistics
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Str 16, Dex 10, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 16
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 14
Feats Power Attack, Toughness
Traits deft dodger, exposed to awfulness, irrepressible
Skills Acrobatics -1 (+3 to jump), Climb +6, Disguise +2, Knowledge (history) +4, Knowledge (religion) +4, Perception +4, Survival +4, Swim +6
Languages Custom Language, Custom Language
SQ fast movement, hero points, oracle's curse (haunted), revelation (prophetic armor)
Combat Gear potion of cure light wounds; Other Gear studded leather, cold iron earth breaker, dagger, shortspear (3), backpack, belt pouch, blanket, flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), pot, soap, torch (10), trail rations (5), waterskin, 11 gp
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Special Abilities
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Exposed to Awfulness (1/day) Vs Death/Incapacitation by demon: Reroll saving throw as free action, keep 2nd result.
Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded.
Haunted Retrieving stored gear is a Standard action or worse, dropped items land 10' away.
Hero Points Hero Points can be spent at any time to grant a variety of bonuses.
Irrepressible You can use your Charisma modifier instead of Wisdom for Will saves vs. charm & compulsion.
Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Prophetic Armor (Ex) You may apply your Charisma modifier instead of Dexterity to AC and Reflex saves.
Rage (7 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.

Duynezaen was born to two Elven parents, both of which were transplants to the community of Arabrecht. Duynezaen's parents were Riftwardens at the Worldwound for over a hundred years, fighting demonic forces with arcane and martial arts. My birth was the most devastating event to happen to his parents, it could have been the dark energies at the Worldwound or the proximity to Tanglebriar, and regardless Duynezaen was born and killed his mother in the birthing process. Duynezaen's father was so distraught by the perceived loss of a son and the loss of his wife that he went back to the Worldwound and was never seen or heard from again. Before leaving his father turned him into the local training facility for Tieflings.

Growing up at the facility is rough, most children there are orphans. Having much shorter lived lives than Elves, Tieflings can be trained in roughly half the time, however once trained they have to leave most of Kyonin. Training at these facilities always includes some type of demon fighting, typically paladins, rangers, inquisitors, and clerics are trained here. A few that show promise in arcane arts are also trained in those arts as well, as Duynezaen did, being trained in martial arcane arts. The demons of Tanglebriar very rarely will attack the Tieflings training the swamp directly, knowing they will soon be gone and probably a bit of sick humor of the society having to deal with the unwanted offspring, instead the demons prefer to attack the accompanying elves.

The years pass, Duynezaen became adept at killing minor demonic foes, the training in arcane arts also went well, combining his martial and arcane arts was easy for him and soon as he was expecting he was asked to leave, being considered fully trained. Not wanting to give up the demon slaying profession Duynezaen went to the best place to do that and to learn what happened to his father, the Worldwound. Duynezaen has always been curious what happened to his progenitor, wanting to ask him why he was forsaken, if there was reason, such as a Riftwarden ritual gone awry of being born this way.

Duynezaen made his way to the Worldwound to the north, Tieflings travel relatively well, having everyone mistrust you makes things easier since one can expect prejudice at every turn. Mostly the trip north was spent avoiding cities and a lot of wilderness trekking, surviving in the wild on my own abilities taught to me alone. Duynezaen eventually made his way to Kenabres, the crusader city, and the last place anyone knew where his father would be.

Duynezaen learned quickly to hide his heritage in this city as he was attempting to make a living with his craft. Being evil detected by every paladin on the street was commonplace, he eventually found himself charged to a half-orc by the name of Irabeth. Tieflings have to be proven worthy in the Worldwound, the heritage they have is seen as a taint, so if they wish to pursue demon hunting tasks they must be approved, as such is the case for Duynezaen. Irabeth had a few Tieflings working with her, mostly charged with being errand boys and assistance to needy people of Kenabres. In between tasks for Irabeth the Tieflings are allowed supervised training sessions to learn combat in some cases or to sharpen skills already gained. After months of doing these tasks Duynezaen was finally ready to go out to do a scouting mission with Irabeth and a few others, it is scheduled to leave the day after Armasse.

There'd been six of them: three girls, three boys; teenagers, on the cusp of adulthood.

It is six years to the day since the ritual; three years to the day since Ginny's death. The pounding of the heavy iron hammer and the hiss of the forge provide an appropriate counterpart to the turmoil of Abelard's memories.

Roused from their beds at midnight by the provost, they had been led to a hidden cellar in the depths of the orphanage.

He steadily brings the hammer down on the cold iron, rhythmically, as he has been taught; this his third attempt at this most notoriously difficult of forge-metals. He vows to get it right this time.

In the darkness, in that secret place, unspeakable horrors had been visited on all six of them: who could have guessed that the orphanage was a front for the blasphemous cult of Baphomet? He'd been forced to - no; he will NOT revisit those memories. The important thing is that he had resisted, even as they'd burned out his eyes. As blindness fell, his last sight was of the provost - the self-styled "Magister Eustache" - and his self-satisfied smirk.

Abelard can tell without looking (his odd, cloudy opaline eyes aren't much use anyway) that it is different this time: each rhythmic hammer stroke gives a clear ringing tone as the blade takes form on the anvil beneath it: wide, elegantly curved and long - a 2-hander, clear and unbroken. A smile threatens to break out, but he suppresses it: there is still much to do. He confines himself to a small nod. Now for the cross-guard.

Somehow, through all the horrors of the ritual, he had held true - and was rewarded: he saw the face of Reymenda, his Empyreal Lord; somehow she restored his sight, lent strength enough to disrupt the ritual and lead the others out amid the chaos.

Abelard has already tanned and cured the leather strips that will form the hilt; taking them up, he wraps each in turn around, ensuring that they are securely fastened. Holding the weapon, he runs through a basic sword drill, slowly at first, but with increasing confidence and speed, his footwork sharp, his movements crisp, coordinated.

Even at that age, he had excelled at sport, at swordplay; a match for most grown men. He had simply carved a path through the cultists.

The balance is sound, the weight is good; the blade holds together. But there is still, at the last, one final test. In one corner of the smithy, furthest from the forge, lurks the proving block: a lump of solid darkwood. It has (literally) shattered his previous attempts; will this go any better?

Not all had survived: Tomasz and Rose had died from their wounds; and Guinevere, sweet, pure, lovely Ginny, had hanged herself three years later. Abelard still makes a point of regularly spending time with Drew and Celesta, the other two survivors, seeing it as his responsibility to keep them from the same fate. Abelard is big on responsibility - as is Reymenda, his Empyreal patron.

This is no time for half-measures: stepping over to the block, Abelard swings his blade into it with all of his considerable strength. The impact jars the blade and numbs his fingers, but he holds firm to the hilt - and so, this time, does the sword. Now Abelard smiles, the scar tissue around his eyes disappearing in laughter lines.

He had known - had always known, even before Ginny so tragically proved it - that none of them could feel whole while Magister Eustache and his cult went undiscovered and unpunished, free to continue spreading their poison within Kenabres. That, then, became his mission; that was the spur that drove him towards paladinhood, to overcome his sightlessness, to take up arms in the cause of Good. Some had laughed at the blind swordsman - but only once.

Laying the weapon down, he dresses the blade, putting on as keen an edge as he knows how. This is time consuming. Sweat beads on his brow, his arms and shoulders ache; surely, the forging alone is enough work for today? Abelard ignores the pain. He has a responsibility. Finally, it is done: the falchion gleams wickedly, the cold iron edge glinting in the light of the forge. Abelard stands, weary, but tall; he reverently kisses the blade of Reymenda's sacred weapon, dedicating it to her service. For this work he has fasted, and thirsted, and wept. Now, it is finished.

Abelard smiles again, a true grin of mirth. By the Empyreals, this is thirsty work. Time for a drink. He knows the taverns within Kenabres, and knows which of them will have a table and strong brown ale available, even at this hour. A drink, a meal, then rest. Then he will be ready to find Eustache, and all the followers of Baphomet who infiltrated the city of Kenabres. His city. He was born here - or at least, he was orphaned here. Then it will be their turn to suffer.

Abelard is resigned to the fact that his eyes are the first thing anyone notices about him: the hideous burn scars have faded, but the milky, mother-of-pearl appearance of his eyes has if anything become more pronounced over time. His hulking musculature is probably the next most obvious feature: long hours of swordplay and smithy work have left their evidence in the set of his shoulders and the physique of his arms. For all that, he moves gracefully, swiftly even when required. He is no slow brute, for all that he is over 6 feet tall and bulky with it.

As befits one who works in a smithy, Abelard's clothing is functional rather than decorative: drab shades and tough fabrics (linen, leather) predominate his wardrobe. His visage is likewise unkempt: his straggly hair is cut roughly and he is rarely clean-shaven, not liking to look at himself in the mirror. Other than his holy symbol, the only keepsake he has is a lock of Ginny's hair, kept safe on a chain round his neck. He plans to lay it to rest on her grave once he has reckoned with Magister Eustache.

Despite his past, and his devotion to Reymenda (the Empyreal Lady of perpetual responsibility), Abelard is not morose but is instead quick to laugh: for those who wonder at this, he would point out that one of the responsibilities of life is to enjoy it: that laughter, joy, mirth, fellowship are Good in and of themselves. When he smiles, the scarring around his eyes seems to disappear into laughter lines.

Aware that he is not the brightest (although not stupid), Abelard has adopted a slow, folksy drawl that gives him time to think of what to say next while he assesses matters. This, with his friendly nature, can make him seem like a yokel (which don't make no nevermind to him).

On those rare occasions when his past catches up with him, or he is reminded of Ginny, he can fall silent - but such moods never last.

"Life's a gift, y'know. Enjoyin' it is part of our duty."

"*whew*! A day spent smitin' evil gives a man a powerful thirst, don't it?"

"I ain't too picky 'bout my friends, but I'm mighty discriminatin' about my enemies: I like 'em stone cold dead. Nothin' else will do."

Favoured class: Paladin

Lvl 1: Paladin/Oracle +1 hit point

Currently thinking either Champion or Hierophant

Primary Goal: Revenge on Magister Eustache and elimination of the cult of Baphomet. Find out what the ritual was and put and end to its horrors once and for all.

Secondary Goal: find out more about his origins - why was he left at the orphanage? Why Kenabres? What happened to his parents?

Male Human Oathbound Paladin (Oath of Vengeance)/Clouded-vision cursed Oracle of Battle 1 LG Medium Humanoid (human)
Age 20; Height 6 ft. 2 in. Weight 180 lbs.
Languages: Taldane, Hallit
Deity Reymenda
Init +2; Senses Perception +4, vision/darkvision out to 30 ft only

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DEFENCE
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AC 18, touch 12, flat-footed 16 (+6 Armour, +2 Dex)
hp 11
Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +2

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OFFENCE
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee Falchion +6 (2d4+9) [inc. Power Attack]
Ranged Dagger +3 (d4+4), out to 30 ft only

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STATISTICS
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Str 18, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 16
BAB +1; CMB +5; CMD 17

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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Aura of Good

Detect Evil:At will, a paladin can use detect evil, as the spell. A paladin can, as a move action, concentrate on a single item or individual within 60 feet and determine if it is evil, learning the strength of its aura as if having studied it for 3 rounds. While focusing on one individual or object, the paladin does not detect evil in any other object or individual within range.

Smite Evil:Once per day, a paladin can call out to the powers of good to aid him in his struggle against evil. As a swift action, the paladin chooses one target within sight to smite. If this target is evil, the paladin adds hisCha bonus (if any) to her attack rolls and adds his paladin level to all damage rolls made against the target of his smite. If the target of smite evil is an outsider with the evil subtype, an evil-aligned dragon, or an undead creature, the bonus to damage on the first successful attack increases to 2 points of damage per level the paladin possesses. Regardless of the target, smite evil attacks automatically bypass any DR the creature might possess.

In addition, while smite evil is in effect, the paladin gains a deflection bonus equal to his Charisma modifier (if any) to his AC against attacks made by the target of the smite. If the paladin targets a creature that is not evil, the smite is wasted with no effect.

The smite evil effect remains until the target of the smite is dead or the next time the paladin rests and regains his uses of this ability.

Mystery (Battle): Each oracle draws upon a divine mystery to grant him spells and powers. This mystery also grants additional class skills and other special abilities. This mystery can represent a devotion to one ideal, prayers to deities that support the concept, or a natural calling to champion a cause. Regardless of its source, the mystery manifests in a number of ways as the oracle gains levels. An oracle with the battle mystery adds Intimidate, Knowledge (engineering), Perception, and Ride to his list of class skills.

Oracle's curse (Clouded Vision): Each oracle is cursed, but this curse comes with a benefit as well as a hindrance. This choice is made at 1st level, and once made, it cannot be changed. The oracle’s curse cannot be removed or dispelled without the aid of a deity. You cannot see anything beyond 30 feet, but you can see as if you had darkvision.

Revelations

Lvl 1: Weapon Mastery (Falchion): Select one weapon with which you are proficient. You gain Weapon Focus with that weapon. At 8th level, you gain Improved Critical with that weapon. At 12th level, you gain Greater Weapon Focus with that weapon. You do not need to meet the prerequisites to receive these feats.

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FEATS
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Power Attack

Weapon Focus - Falchion (Bonus Feat)

Furious Focus

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TRAITS
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Stolen Fury -You were forced to take part in a demonic ritual as a youth after having been captured by cultists. Whatever the ritual’s purpose may have been, it didn’t work out the way your captors envisioned—rather than corrupting your soul, you absorbed the ritual’s energy and made it your own before you escaped to safety. Ever since, you’ve been haunted by strange nightmares about the ritual, and have long felt that the energies it bathed you in have changed you. Recently, those energies have changed— it’s as if you’ve finally managed to come to terms with your past and have turned the ritual’s after-effects to your advantage, following the old adage of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. You’ve been unable to learn more about the ritual or what it was for, but the question lingers in the back of your head to this day. This nagging has instilled in you a fury against demonkind. Today, when you face demons in combat, those energies bolster your fury, granting you a +2 trait bonus on all combat maneuver checks against demons.

Empyreal Focus -The empyreal lord you worship rewards your devotion by granting you an occasional boon. Once per day, before you attempt a skill check, you can use this boon to gain a +2 trait bonus on that skill check.

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SKILLS - 5 pts/lvl
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Craft (weapons) 1 (4)
Diplomacy 1 (7)
Knowledge planes 1 (4)
Perception 1 (4)
Sense Motive 1 (4)

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GEAR
(3.2 gp remaining)
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Falchion, cold iron (self-crafted) - 75 gp
Dagger, cold iron (self-crafted) - 2 gp
Dagger x 2 (self-crafted) - 2 gp
Handaxe (self-crafted) - 3 gp
2 flasks Alchemist's fire - 40 gp

Chainmail (+6 AC, Max Dex 2, ACP -5, 20 ft move) - 150 gp

Backpack - 2gp
Bedroll - 0.1 sp
Belt pouch - 1 gp
Blanket - 0.5 sp
50' Silk Rope - 10 gp
4 days of Trail rations - 2 gp
Explorer's outfit (free)
2 Waterskins - 2 gp
10 Torches - 0.1 gp
Iron holy symbol - 5 gp
Flint & steel - 1 gp
Grooming kit - 1 gp
Mess kit - 0.2 gp

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SPELLCASTING
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Oracle Cantrips Known

Create Water
Enhanced Diplomacy
Light
Purify Food & Drink

Oracle Level 1 Spells Known - 4/day

Cure Light Wounds
Divine Favour
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