Tierce's Untitled Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Tierce

Damn, that's what I thought. Okay, slight rework on the concept. What about going with an Aasimar and Tiefling coupling? That would still give me the 'Heaven/Hell' mixture I'm looking for, and give me a stronger connection for the Riftwarden Orphan trait.

Would that still make you an Aasimar for the race?

I don't see why not. I look at it as a 50/50 shot of coming out Aasimar or Tiefling. Although I guess there is the small possibility of the kid ending up human, but for dramatic effect it'd be more fun to do Aasimar with the Infernal Bloodline.

Kayla (AKA Black Scorpion)/b]

Female Whisper Gnome Ninja 1

LG Small Humanoid (gnome)

[b]Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +7

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Defense

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AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size)

hp 9 (1d8+1)

Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1

Defensive Abilities defensive training, lesser (giant)

Weakness light sensitivity

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Offense

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Speed 30 ft.

Melee Wakizashi +1 (1d4/18-20/x2)

Ranged Bolas +4 (1d3/x2) and

. . Shuriken +4 (1/x2)

Special Attacks hatred (goblinoid, reptilian), sneak attack +1d6

Spell-Like Abilities

. . 1/day—Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Ghost Sound) (1/day), Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Mage Hand) (1/day), Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Message) (1/day), Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Silence) (5/day)

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Statistics

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Str 10, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 12, Cha 14

Base Atk +0; CMB -1; CMD 12

Feats Extra Silence

Traits Acrobat, Chance Encounter (1/day), Gifted Adept (Silence)

Skills [/b

Acrobatics +8 (+1 rank, +3 class, +3 Dex, +1 trait)

Bluff +6 (+1 rank, +3 class, +2 Cha)

Climb +0 (-2 instead of -5 penalty when using the Climb skill to attempt an accelerated climb)

Disable Device +7 (+1 rank, +3 class, +3 Dex)

Disguise +6 (+1 rank, +3 class, +2 Cha)

Escape Artist +7 (+1 rank, +3 class, +3 Dex)

Fly +5

Knowledge (local) +5

Perception +7 (+1 rank, +3 class, +2 race, +1 Wis)

Sense Motive +5 (+1 rank, +3 class, +1 Wis)

Sleight of Hand +7 (+1 rank, +3 class, +3 dex)

Stealth +17 (+1 rank, +3 class, +4 size, +4 race, +3 Dex, +2 suit)

[b] Racial Modifiers +4 Stealth

Languages Common, Gnome, Shadowtongue

SQ nervous, poison use

Gear Leather armor, Bolas, Shuriken (10), Wakizashi, Shinobi shozoku, Thieves' tools, 8 GP

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TRACKED RESOURCES

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Bolas - 0/1

Chance Encounter (1/day) - 0/1

Shuriken - 0/10

Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Ghost Sound) (1/day) (Sp) - 0/1

Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Mage Hand) (1/day) (Sp) - 0/1

Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Message) (1/day) (Sp) - 0/1

Spell-Like Ability, Lesser (Silence) (5/day) (Sp) - 0/5

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Special Abilities

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Acrobat When doing an accelerated climb, penalty is reduced to -2.

Chance Encounter (1/day) Re-reroll failed Acrobatics, Bluff, Disguise, Sleight of Hand or Stealth check, keep 2nd result.

Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).

Defensive Training (Giant) (Ex) Gain a +4 dodge bonus to AC vs Giants

Gifted Adept (Silence) A chosen spell gets +1 CL.

Hatred (two subtypes) (Goblinoid, Reptilian) (Ex) +1 bonus to attacks vs chosen type/subtype.

Light Sensitivity (Ex) Dazzled as long as they remain in bright light.

Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in low light, distinguishing color and detail.

Nervous When you take 10 on a skill or ability check with a penalty besides wasted time, treat it as an 8.

Poison Use You do not risk poisoning yourself accidentally while poisoning a weapon.

Sneak Attack +1d6 +1d6 damage if you flank your target or your target is flat-footed.

Protector. From his very first memories as a dwarven toddler, Barundar has always seen himself as a protector. It didn't matter if he was protecting a family pet from some wild animal or one of his own family members from some real or imagined threat, Barundar Hammerfist has always done everything he could to protect those he cared for from harm. Barundar suffered his fair share of defeats at the hands of bigger and tougher foes that had little respect for the tenacity of the dwarf with blue eyes. He garnered his fair share of battle-scars from these encounters as well, though no injury was ever so bad that it took him longer than a week or two to bounce back. His willingness to throw himself into danger with little regard for his own safety earned him a reputation among his family and friends as a dwarf who would take inordinate punishment in place of his companions.

As he grew older, Barundar's father did as most dwarves do and began teaching his son how to use a weapon. His father was particularly skilled with a very unusual weapon: the dorn-dergar, a ten-foot heavy chain punctuated by a solid ball of iron the size of a large fist. At Barundar's insistence, his father began teaching him the use of the exotic weapon, glad to pass on the tradition of skill and practice needed to master the weapon as well as the secrets of drawing strength from the very stone at his feet.

Unfortunately, during his youth, Barundar also learned the true meaning of one particular human phrase: Sometimes you eat the bear...and sometimes the bear eats you. Traveling with his father through Mendev, they overheard cries of help from over a hill. Though his father tried to stop him, the young dwarf ignored their cries, quickly pulling out his chain-flail and rushing off to do what he could to help those in need. When topped the ridge, a horrible sight greeted him: a family's traveling wagon on it's side, splintered, splatters of red painting the sides of white canvas covering the vehicle. Stalking around it was a strange, emaciated figure, looking for all the world like the skeleton of a human, save for the large horns on it's head and the strange sheen of slime covering it. He would later learn this creature was a demon known as a babau.

For the first time in his memory, Barundar felt hesitation at taking on an enemy. And then he saw the bodies. A human man and woman laying face-down on the ground, pools of blood forming beneath them, as a human child who couldn't have been (comparatively) much younger than he was running for the nearest cover...which was much too far away. No Rushing forward, completely forgetting his own safety and inexperience, Barundar gave a battle cry as he whirled his chain-flail above his head, screaming for the child to run for the treeline. As intended, his shouts drew the attention of the demon, which hissed loudly as the young dwarf charged.

The next memory Barundar had was of waking in a clean-sheeted bed, blurry-eyed and confused. A person or two he didn't know milled about the bed, as if keeping an eye on him; when they saw he was awake, one of them immediately rushed out of the room, coming back moments later with Barundar's father. After a tearful reunion, he was shocked to learn that he had been unconscious for two months; after the demon easily felled him, his father had been able to hold the creature off well enough until stronger allies arrived to help, but the damage to Barundar had been done. His father never left Medev, letting his family back home know what had happened so he could stay with his eldest son in Nerosyan, the capital of Mendev. His father had reasoned that if those who ended to the men and women who fought the demonic hordes of the Worldwound could not help their son, there was nothing else that could be done.

The healers tended him for weeks, each passing day lessening the hope that he would recover. They had nearly given him up the day he suddenly, inexplicably, came to. He was warned several times that his harrowing encounter had left him scarred, but what he confronted when he first saw a mirror was entirely unexpected: ropey scar tissue across his chest and abdomen, several more raking claw marks on his back, and two thick scar-lines that crossed his face diagonally, from just above his right eye to the left side of his chin. They told him frequently how lucky he was he had even survived, much moreso that he'd kept his eye.

The attack left Barundar with scars beyond the physical, as well, nightmares of Babau-demons stalking him plaguing his dreams and sometimes waking him in a cold, frightened sweat. It was as if he were an entirely different person from the eager protector he had thus far been, until another fateful encounter: the human girl he'd rescued. And her father, as well. While he recovered and regained his strength, the two of them contacted him with a letter, both of them offering their sincerest gratitude for saving their lives. The dwarf learned that they hadn't arrived in time to save the girl's mother, which broke his heart to learn. Even so, knowing that because of him, two people lived who would otherwise had certainly died served as an inspiration for him.

Barundar redoubled his efforts in his recovery, the almost supernatural rapidity of his recovery amazing the healers he was in the care of. There were even whispers of some preternatural force or heritage that gave him the strength to survive the attack when so many others would've perished, but he paid them no mind. It didn't matter. He knew his path. The demon took one person from Golarion before their time, but there were many, many other demons doing the same thing...and he knew it was his fate to do what he could to stop it.

As soon as he was old enough, Barundar departed his home and journeyed to Mendev, taking as many of his possessions with him as he could carry, intending to join the Crusaders fighting back the horde that poured forth from the Worldwound. Somehow, he knew that it was there he would find what he sought: people in need of aid, innocents in need of rescue. And he also knew he was just the dwarf to bring that respite to them.

Barundar Hammerfist
Male Dwarf Paladin (Oath against Fiends, Stonelord) 1
LG Medium Humanoid (dwarf)
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +1
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +2 Dex)
hp 14 (1d10+4)
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +3; +3 vs. poison, +5 vs. spells and spell-like abilities
Defensive Abilities defensive training
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee Dorn Dergar, dwarven (1d10+3/20/x2)
Special Attacks hatred, stonestrike +1 (1 rounds/day)
Spell-Like Abilities
. . At will—Detect Evil (At will)
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 15 (15 vs. Bull Rush, 15 vs. Trip)
Feats Steel Soul
Traits Exposed to Awfulness (1/day), Glory of Old, Dedicated Defender
Drawbacks Overprotective
Skills Acrobatics -2 (-6 jump), Appraise +0 (+2 to determine the price of nonmagic items with precious metals or gemstones), Climb -2, Escape Artist -2, Fly -2, Perception +1 (+3 to notice unusual stonework, such as traps and hidden doors in stone walls or floors), Ride -2, Sense Motive +5, Spellcraft +4, Stealth -2, Swim -2
Languages Common, Dwarven
SQ aura of good, greed, hardy, slow and steady, stability, stonecunning +2
Other Gear Scale mail, Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Belt pouch (empty), Belt pouch (empty), Chalk, Crowbar, Dorn Dergar, Flint and steel, Grappling hook, Rope (2), Trail rations (7), Waterskin (2), Weapon cord, 34 GP, 2 SP, 9 CP
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Special Abilities
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Aura of Good (Ex) The paladin has an Aura of Good with power equal to her class level.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Defensive Training +4 Gain a dodge bonus to AC vs monsters of the Giant subtype.
Detect Evil (At will) (Sp) You can use detect evil at will (as the spell).
Exposed to Awfulness (1/day) Vs Death/Incapacitation by demon: Reroll saving throw as free action, keep 2nd result.
Greed +2 to Appraise checks to determine the price of nonmagical goods that contain precious metals or gemstones.
Hardy +2 Poison/+4 Spells or Spell-like Effects Gain a racial bonus to saves vs Poison, Spells and Spell-Like effects.
Hatred +1 Gain a racial bonus to attacks vs Goblinoids/Orcs.
Slow and Steady Your base speed is never modified by encumbrance.
Stability +4 Gain bonus to CMD vs bull rush/trip while standing on ground.
Steel Soul Hardy's save vs. spells and spell-like abilities becomes +4
Stonecunning +2 +2 bonus to Perception vs unusual stonework. Free check within 10 feet.
Stonestrike +1 (1 rounds/day) (Su) Gain bonus to att/dam/CMB, ignore 2 hardness & if on earth/stone add to CMD.
Weapon cord Attached weapon can be recovered as a swift action.

Protector. From his very first memories as a dwarven toddler, Barundar has always seen himself as a protector. It didn't matter if he was protecting a family pet from some wild animal or one of his own family members from some real or imagined threat, Barundar Hammerfist has always done everything he could to protect those he cared for from harm. Barundar suffered his fair share of defeats at the hands of bigger and tougher foes that had little respect for the tenacity of the dwarf with blue eyes. He garnered his fair share of battle-scars from these encounters as well, though no injury was ever so bad that it took him longer than a week or two to bounce back. His willingness to throw himself into danger with little regard for his own safety earned him a reputation among his family and friends as a dwarf who would take inordinate punishment in place of his companions.

As he grew older, Barundar's father did as most dwarves do and began teaching his son how to use a weapon. His father was particularly skilled with a very unusual weapon: the dorn-dergar, a ten-foot heavy chain punctuated by a solid ball of iron the size of a large fist. At Barundar's insistence, his father began teaching him the use of the exotic weapon, glad to pass on the tradition of skill and practice needed to master the weapon as well as the secrets of drawing strength from the very stone at his feet.

Unfortunately, during his youth, Barundar also learned the true meaning of one particular human phrase: Sometimes you eat the bear...and sometimes the bear eats you. Traveling with his father through Mendev, they overheard cries of help from over a hill. Though his father tried to stop him, the young dwarf ignored their cries, quickly pulling out his chain-flail and rushing off to do what he could to help those in need. When topped the ridge, a horrible sight greeted him: a family's traveling wagon on it's side, splintered, splatters of red painting the sides of white canvas covering the vehicle. Stalking around it was a strange, emaciated figure, looking for all the world like the skeleton of a human, save for the large horns on it's head and the strange sheen of slime covering it. He would later learn this creature was a demon known as a babau.

For the first time in his memory, Barundar felt hesitation at taking on an enemy. And then he saw the bodies. A human man and woman laying face-down on the ground, pools of blood forming beneath them, as a human child who couldn't have been (comparatively) much younger than he was running for the nearest cover...which was much too far away. No Rushing forward, completely forgetting his own safety and inexperience, Barundar gave a battle cry as he whirled his chain-flail above his head, screaming for the child to run for the treeline. As intended, his shouts drew the attention of the demon, which hissed loudly as the young dwarf charged.

The next memory Barundar had was of waking in a clean-sheeted bed, blurry-eyed and confused. A person or two he didn't know milled about the bed, as if keeping an eye on him; when they saw he was awake, one of them immediately rushed out of the room, coming back moments later with Barundar's father. After a tearful reunion, he was shocked to learn that he had been unconscious for two months; after the demon easily felled him, his father had been able to hold the creature off well enough until stronger allies arrived to help, but the damage to Barundar had been done. His father never left Medev, letting his family back home know what had happened so he could stay with his eldest son in Nerosyan, the capital of Mendev. His father had reasoned that if those who ended to the men and women who fought the demonic hordes of the Worldwound could not help their son, there was nothing else that could be done.

The healers tended him for weeks, each passing day lessening the hope that he would recover. They had nearly given him up the day he suddenly, inexplicably, came to. He was warned several times that his harrowing encounter had left him scarred, but what he confronted when he first saw a mirror was entirely unexpected: ropey scar tissue across his chest and abdomen, several more raking claw marks on his back, and two thick scar-lines that crossed his face diagonally, from just above his right eye to the left side of his chin. They told him frequently how lucky he was he had even survived, much moreso that he'd kept his eye.

The attack left Barundar with scars beyond the physical, as well, nightmares of Babau-demons stalking him plaguing his dreams and sometimes waking him in a cold, frightened sweat. It was as if he were an entirely different person from the eager protector he had thus far been, until another fateful encounter: the human girl he'd rescued. And her father, as well. While he recovered and regained his strength, the two of them contacted him with a letter, both of them offering their sincerest gratitude for saving their lives. The dwarf learned that they hadn't arrived in time to save the girl's mother, which broke his heart to learn. Even so, knowing that because of him, two people lived who would otherwise had certainly died served as an inspiration for him.

Barundar redoubled his efforts in his recovery, the almost supernatural rapidity of his recovery amazing the healers he was in the care of. There were even whispers of some preternatural force or heritage that gave him the strength to survive the attack when so many others would've perished, but he paid them no mind. It didn't matter. He knew his path. The demon took one person from Golarion before their time, but there were many, many other demons doing the same thing...and he knew it was his fate to do what he could to stop it.

As soon as he was old enough, Barundar departed his home and journeyed to Mendev, taking as many of his possessions with him as he could carry, intending to join the Crusaders fighting back the horde that poured forth from the Worldwound. Somehow, he knew that it was there he would find what he sought: people in need of aid, innocents in need of rescue. And he also knew he was just the dwarf to bring that respite to them.

Male Rogue 1
Init +2; Senses Perception +6, Darkvision 60 ft
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DEFENSE
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AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 dex)
hp 10 (1d8+2)
SR 0
Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2
Armor Studded Leather, Light
Defensive Abilities Defensive Training (PFCR 21), Hardy (PFCR 21), Stability (PFCR 21)
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OFFENSE
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Spd 20 ft/x4
Melee Earth Breaker +2 (2d6+3) 20/x3
Melee Warhammer +2 (1d8+2) 20/x3
Melee Dagger +2 (1d4+2) 19-20/x2
Special Attacks Hatred (PFCR 21), Sneak Attack [1d6] (PFCR 68)
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STATISTICS
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Str 15, Dex 14, Con 15, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 5
BAB +0, CMB +2, CMD +15
Feats Armor Proficiency (LIGHT) (PFCR 118), Dodge (PFCR 122)
Skills Acrobatics +5 [Jump +1, Jump with running start +1], Climb +5, Disable Device +6, Knowledge (history) +2, Knowledge (local) +5, Knowledge (planes) +2, Perception +6 [Find Traps +7, Unusual stonework +8], Sense Motive +6, Stealth +5, Use Magic Device +5
SQ Slow and Steady (PFCR 21), Trapfinding (PFCR 68)
Traits Heirloom Weapon (Equipment) (PFCo: AdvAr 30), Pragmatic Activator (Magic) (PFUCam 58), Chance Encounter (Campaign)
Drawbacks Overprotective (PFCo: Q&C 23)
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnome
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EQUIPMENT
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Traveller’s Outfit, Rogue's Kit (a backpack, a bedroll, a belt pouch, caltrops, chalk (10), a flint and steel, a grappling hook, an iron pot, a mess kit, a mirror, pitons (10), rope, soap, thieves' tools, torches (10), trail rations (5 days), and a waterskin), dagger, warhammer, earth breaker, studded leather armor, various foodstuff (meet skewers, apples, pies, etc.) worth 10 gp
GP: 0

Legend says he was the mightiest dwarf north of Five King Mountains. He was quick as a cat, strong as a bear, smart as a fox and though as a rhino. He walked the north in the time when the demons roamed the once proud nation of Sarkoris and singlehandedly saved the world from this awful menace.
Legends are not known for their historical accuracy.
This is a true story of his life…

Brief personal history:
Born during the Third Crusade and raised by uncle Alvin (nicknamed Anvil) – might not be his real uncle he was not even a dwarf but definitely his closest kin – in Mendev countryside. Alvin was a bard and Konny loved to listen to him talk (hence his surprising knowledge skills and love of uncommon and new words). He does not remember his parents as they were lost during the crusade. Alvin never told him how – it was one subject Alvin always tried to avoid.
As a child he liked to wander around a lot which led to two accidents. He got lost across the border in Worldwound and was rescued by mysterious stranger women – now he knows the importance of cooperation in the unforgivable land and the need to help those in need. Later he met a trespassing demon and got himself almost killed – he hates them ever since.
During his growing up and influenced by Alvin Konny learned to be unconventional in many aspects and jack-of-all-trades.
Konny went to Kenabres for the big celebration with intention to start looking for his lost parents.

Personality:
Thinks he is funny but other people often find him offensive. Although good natured, he seems rude (which is not his intention).
Likes to pretend he is a rascal thinking only about himself but has a golden heart.
Calls people he respects " brother"/"sister", others "sonny" or "kiddo" and those whom he dislikes "tidl" (as in "thing I dis-like").
He prays both to Desna and Torag, depending on the situation.

Loves: hammers, eatin', gamblin', sleepin'
Hates: demons, leaving meals unfinished, betrayal

The goal (long term): to find and reclaim the lost Sun Citadel of Jormurdun (official) and to find what really happened to his parents (secret)
The mission (short term): to eliminate the demon threat and help other people along the way
Fighting style: SoS - Sneak (around it) or Smash (through it)

Quotes (not necessarily memorable):
"Why do I have to be the volunteer again?!"
"I do have a bad feeling about it. From past experience it might or might not mean anything, that is for sure."
"Justice is best served with a hammer"
"Beware the power of dwarf-jutsu!"
"Trust me, you do not want me to do what uncle Anvil always did in situation like this"
"Uncle Anvil always said have a hammer handy"
"Uncle Anvil always said make sure you eat in the morning, you might not be able to later"
"Uncle Anvil always said future is always in motion, as are my bowels."
"Uncle Anvil always said ... (anything that fits the situation)"
"Uncle Anvil talked a lot."
"I have a charming personality as uncle Anvil charmed me once..."
On elves: "Might be faster and smarter but I am friendlier and funnier" (feeling not always shared by other people)
On gnomes: "They are ... colorful."
To halflings: "Could be dangerous, let me go first sonny."
On tieflings: "Horny bastards"
On humans:"Taller and often confused"

Important Equipment:
Bigiie – stands for Big E(qualizer) – his favorite Earth Breaker , usually reserved for serious fighting against dangerous foes
Littlee – warhammer , weapon of choice if surprised or in “casual” fighting

A product of the Goblinblood Wars, Tikhon Zolnerowich did not have a pleasant early life by most human, even hobgoblin standards. He was born to a small tribe in southern Chitterwood on 20 Arodus, 4695 AR, three years before the wars began. As a result he was part of a generation put through aggression training from a younger age than usual for hobgoblin society. Rather small for his age, he learned to become feared in order to make up for his shortcomings.

This all ended 4700 AR, a period of time which saw the Hellknights, Eagle Knights, and Druma’s Mercenary League work together to route the goblins and force them back into the Chitterwood. Not wanting to leave behind the threat of the goblins however, they burned much of it to the ground. Some of this ground happened to be wear Tikhon’s tribe lived, and thus he was forced to flee. So flee he did, as far to the north he could until he could no longer.
As Tikhon was sleeping, he was abducted by cultists of Baphomet. At a mere five years of age, he was unable to fight back, and thus was forced to take part in their perverted ritual. However, this did not quite work out as they expected. Rather than absorb his soul as intended, the ritual’s demonic energy was absorbed into his body. Shocked at this unexpected turn of events, the cultists laid their guard down long enough for him to make his escape, going north and west all the while.

Crossing a small pass to the west of Finder’s Gulch, Tikhon came to the free city of Cettigne. There he was forced to live in the streets and alleys, an outcast who made his living in simple muggings and bully tactics to get food to survive. During his sleep, he was plagued by strange nightmares of the ritual he was forced to participate in. Eking out his meager existence, he survived until 4708 AR, when the nation of Molthune used their resources to save the city from the lawlessness that had taken the city into its grip.

No longer able to hide in the shadows, he was faced with two options. He could either become a slave, or serve in the Imperial Army of Molthune for the next five years to earn freedom. Already acclimatized towards war from his younger years, he decides this that the latter would be his best course of action. It was during this time that he decided to give himself the name Tikhon Zolnerowich, so that he could properly enlist.

For the first year, he was trained extensively in all combat styles, so that they could best decide where to place him. When they placed him on a mount however, he found himself to be a natural rider. Thus they decided he would be a part of the cavalry. Assigned an exceptional powerful steed that was grey with a white mane and white tail, he went on to fight in several skirmishes against Nirmathas over the next few years. He used his ability to inspire fear to great effect, causing the lesser soldiers to give up in fear. Whenever one of these weaker willed men surrendered, he accepted it, not wanting to pass up the chance to earn prestige among those who deal with slaves. His penchant for taking the final blow in an attempt to earn glory earned him the nickname Rostislav.

Nearing the end of his service, he started thinking about what he would do after his service. Still plagued by his nightmares of demons, he wondered if there would be any way to stop them. Learning a bit about the Worldwound through here-say while off-duty, he decided that it would be best to head north to destroy demons. Even if it didn’t stop the nightmares, he could destroy demons aplenty while there.