Tierce's Untitled Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Tierce

Thogrim struggled to understand the crusaders' strategy of containing the demons but never pressing the advantage. He found faith in the teachings of Angradd, who taught that victory over the enemies of the dwarves can best be achieved with swift and decisive assault. Exactly three years ago, not long after he completed his military training and officially joined the Crusade as a battle priest, he has accidentally managed to detect a possession in one of his fellow recruits. Rather than quietly turning him over to the witch hunters, he has confronted the man on the spot. But his naive attempts of exorcism have only cajoled the powerful demon into manifesting immediately, instantly killing the possessed man, leaving a terrible scar on Thogrim's face, and wreaking havoc in the war camp. While the demon was soon banished by the officers and Thogrim survived, witnesses blamed him for triggering the calamity. Thogrim was court-martialed, banished from Kenabres for 3 years and forbidden from serving in the battle clergy.

In exile, he has found that his ties with Angradd were not severed but instead became more direct and personal than ever. His term now over, he returns to the city of his hopes and miseries, determined to somehow make an impact on the everlasting battle it wages.

Standing a hand over six feet tall, the heavily muscled Reinnwulf Storvagson looks to be the typical young Ulfen adult male. His green eyes and shaggy silver mane stand out in a crowd, even among a crowd of other Ulfen. The wolfhide cloak that adorns his shoulders is composed of beasts he himelf killed, as is his clan's custom. He has a solid look about him, and a perhaps cynical outlook on the world.

Reinnwulf was born into a small farming cummunity a few leagues outside of Jesengarde. His parents worked the soil, as did most of the Silverwolf Clan, and hunted to make ends meet and provide furs for extra money. His sister Esgvah was three years younger, and the family was very close-knit. Reinnwulf grew fast, and trained with bow and hunting spear like most of the other boys of the clan. At the age of 8, he killed his first wolf, with nothing more than a knife and stalking abilities. At 10 he was considered one of the most ferocious fighters of his age group, easily slipping into the berzarkrieg the Ulfen were known for around the world. He really embodied the Wolf totem, the emblem of the Silverwolf Clan.

Shortly after he turned 17, Reinnwulf's parents allowed a traveler to stay at their home one blustery winter evening. The man was small, bald, and had a weak chin. Over the evening meal, the man stared at Esgvah, never taking his eyes from her. It made Reinnwulf uncomfortable, and he refused to offer even simple courtesy to the visitor. His father, furious that Reinnwulf deliberately shunned the hospitality of the hearth-guest, banished him to the loft for the duration of the evening. A few hours later, Reinnwulf woke to hear the front door slamming in the wind, and a blast of cold air filled the hut. His parents sat at the table, staring into the cold air with empty expressions on their faces. Try as he might, he couldn't get them to respond. Nor could he find Esgvah or the stranger.

He grabbed the hunting spear by the door and raced into the night, following the rough clues left on ground and vegetation, hoping that he would be able to find his sister before the man harmed her. He found them holed up in a cave. His sister was naked, laid out over a large stone like a boar on the dinner table. The sorceror, for that is what he must be, held an obsidian dagger over her naked chest and thrust it down. Reinnwulf lost control then, and the next thing her remembered was cradling his sister's body to his chest, blood running from a set of massive burn scars on the left side of his body, and the sorceror's body torn to pieces and scattered around the cave.

His parents had recovered from the sorceror's foul magics by the time he returned, but from that point nothing was the same. He left his parents' home after the traditional thirty day mourning period for his sister, taking little with him other than his hunting spear, his fur cloak, and a few odds and ends to support survival. He traveled far, working as a hired bodyguard, the second most traditional occupation for an Ulfen, behind raiding. People in the Southlands paid good money for Ulfen bodyguards, and Reinnwulf's appearance garnered high wages indeed. When intimidation was called for, he removed his shirt, and the burn scars standing out against the sculpted muscled made for a good show.

He learned what it meant to be an adventurer in this world. Sure, the money could be good, but the respect was somewhere just above guttersnipes. Guards and soldiers fought, but they had a patron or a purpose. Scholars and anthropologists raided tombs and historical sites, but that was nominally for prestige and preservation. The adventurer fought for money or loot, and neither was considered quite respectable.

Not familiar with retromancer, do you have a link?

The Retromancer is a referance to Perf from JourneyQuest. He's not actually called that, he just has the ability to Retrocast his spells when he's reading them.

I currently have the Level 1 version that I am working with. I still need to write my back story to fit the campaign and make a few adjustments to the character.

Mere miles from the fortresses wall, the convoy she was traveling with was overrun by cultists and all save Dorotea and a handful of other young women were slaughtered.

Dragged into a burned out and desecrated temple, death would have been a mercy. Tortured beyond human endurance, each of the young women was ritually wed to the demon Semiazas before being sacrificed on the obsidian alter.

The last of the surviving captives, Dorotea was barely conscious when the cultist bound her spread eagle to the alter and joined her in unholy matrimony to the demon lord. Refusing to accept her fate, Dorotea was struggling to rise when the crusaders burst into the ruins. The hight priest of Semiazas died with the final words of offering on his lips, headless body slumping over Dorotea.

Even as the unholy light left the priests eyes, he breathlessly uttered one last curse. "Your soul is bound to Semiazas for all eternity. He will come for what is his."

With no family to return too, Dorotea took up arms, joining the Mendev Crusaders. While she still has nightmares of that night, what power can the words of one dead priest hold over her. As for Semiazas, if he wants his bride, he'll have to come through the walls of Nerosyan to get her.

for example I take draw fire, so that a ranged attack will come to me and not an ally, if I have to tower shield planted, I have total cover, so I use that and the attack just misses.

Male Human cleric 1
NG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +1; Senses low-light vision; Perception +3
DEFENSE
AC 16, touch 11, flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +1 Dex)
HP 8 (1d8)
Fort +2, Ref +1, Will +5; +2 vs. heat
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft., 20 ft. armored
Melee mwk cold iron scimitar +1 (1d6/18-20)
Ranged cold iron dagger +1 (1d4/19-20)
Special Attacks channel positive energy 5/day (1d6, DC 12), fire bolt 6/day (1d6), +1 spell penetration vs. outsiders
Cleric Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st, concentration +4)
1/day––cure light wounds
Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 1st, concentration +4)
1st––burning hands (DC 14), shield of faith, sun metal
0 (at will)––detect magic, guidance, stabilize
Domains fire, restoration
STATISTICS
Str 10, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 14
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 11
Traits Blood of Dragons, Dependent, Rich Parents, Touched by Divinity
Feats Fast Learner, Weapon Finesse
Skills Diplomacy +6, Heal +9, Know(planes) +5, Know(religion) +5, Spellcraft +5
SQ aura, restorative touch 6/day
Languages Common, language
Combat Gear potion of cure light wounds (3), potion of shield of faith (2); Gear mwk kikko armor, mwk cold iron scimitar, cold iron dagger (2), bandolier, mwk backpack (healer's kit, 50 ft. silk rope), silver holy symbol, spell component pouch, hot weather outfit, 16 gp, 5 sp

Carrying Capacity

Light 38
Medium 76
Heavy 115
Lift Over Head 115
Lift Off Ground 230
Push/Drag 575

Over the next several years, Enishi's father trained to be one of Sarenrae's strongest paladins. He drove himself to be better than all others. After achieving some small amount of notoriety as a knight, he married a merchant's daughter. She brought a great deal of wealth with her to the marriage, and combined with her husband's abilities, they managed to live well even after tithing generously to the church. Several years later, Enishi was born. His father was proud to have a son, and spent lavishly to make sure his son would have the kind of life that he hadn't enjoyed. However, that all ended when his wife died.

Enishi's father reacted to his wife's death by making sure every waking moment his son was training to be an even better paladin than he had been. Enishi trained with scimitar and armor almost as soon as he could walk. Much to his father's regret, Enishi never took to the life of a paladin. He did show a great deal of ability as a priest and a facility with the healing powers of the Dawnflower, but it was never good enough for his father. Enishi grew to crave as little as a smile or a kind word from his father, and showed a similar need in his studies at the temple.

A year before Enshi reached his majority, his father decided it was time to take the next step in his devotions. He moved his entire household from Osirion to Kenabres, and he joined the Mendevian Crusade. Enshi continued his studies at the temple, and was forced to put his abilities as a healer to good use on the soldiers who fought the demons of the Worldwound. He never shied away from his duties, always striving to earn the smallest amount of success so he would know he was doing the right thing.

Now that he has reached his majority, Enishi feels it is his duty to follow his father and join the Crusade. His father, overjoyed that his son is at last following at least partly in his footsteps, makes sure that he has the best gear that can be purchased for a beginning Crusader, even going so far as to order custom-made armor for Enishi based on Tian designs one of his fellow Crusaders favored.

Enishi's garb of choice is his working gear, with his red armor worn under flowing white robes. He generally forgoes the headscarf as he finds it too restrictive. He wears his scimitar on his right hip, being left handed, and his holy symbol on a chain around his neck.