Reptile's Requisition - GM Heat's The Dragon's Demand [PF1] (Inactive)

Game Master Red Heat

Kimiko's mornings always started early. It was a rare thing when she woke after the sun had risen and today was no exception from the normal routine. Kimiko liked the routine as it had been something very effective at readjusting to life in the "Real World" again after so long trapped...elsewhere. She rose from bed, went through her morning aikido practice, showered, and then had breakfast. That last was something that varied a bit though, while she usually preferred to eat breakfast at home she had an appointment today and so she had put it off until she had arrived at Rose's Café.

Despite it not serving the kind of foods she vaguely recalled from her childhood Kimiko enjoyed eating at Rose's and had learned a lot about American Cuisine there. When she walked into the café Kimiko was wearing a dark blue dress that had straps over her shoulders and left her arms bare while hugged the curve of her body before flaring out over her hips into a loose knee length skirt. She wore a pair of soft souled black shoes, black hose, and carried a small purse over her shoulder.

Once she was inside Kimiko saw that the seating was open so, as she waved at the waitress as she went to take a seat at one of the tables on the second floor. This was a departure from the usual as Kimiko generally sat on one of the stools on the first floor to eat when she came there, and the waitress' eyes widened in surprise a little at this sight. As she passed the waitress Kimiko said, "I'm meeting a friend today, would you send him up when he gets here please Sara-san?"

When she reached the upstairs Kimiko took a seat at one of the tables towards the back, lining up carefully before sitting in the chair, which had an opening down low in the back, with her back to the corner and took out a menu left on the table. Kimiko didn't really need to look at it to know what she would order, she did tend to be a creature of habit with all of her routines, but she never could be sure something else would sound better. Kimiko was trying to convince herself to break out of her comfort zone a bit more this morning and try something new as she waited for her companion to arrive while there was the occasional odd sound of something softly swishing against the floor where nothing was there to swish.

It was the first time Cassi'to had ever really left the woods.

Following the Ashbound River to the Forest Kingdom's northern border was easy enough as it wound its way through hill and bough--the ruling class of Ylthane had a habit of treating bodies of water as being borders of their own, separating provinces and countries alike. They never really considered how easily they could become roads of their own.

So it was for the young mithra, following a road the rulers of Ylthane never thought to watch. And it was along this river that he finally met the world beyond.

And almost immediately, he met someone in need of help.
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Oh... oh my.

He had only heard stories of them from his mother and Xiko--of the snake women of Sssvashta, all clad in jewels and shining scales and all too inclined to prey on menfolk. Cehsa loved to joke about them coming to snatch him away--or about the family selling him off to them for a few gil.

Cehsa was always a bratty little s$%@.

But that was neither here nor there as he stopped in surprise. The sight before him was a pitiable one--a lamia, blue in scales and hair but fair of skin, whimpering in pain and curled up on the river's shore. A shaft of wood was buried in her side--one that she was clawing at, trying in vain to pull it out.

Cassi'to winced. If even half the stories his mother told him were true, he should take the opportunity to escape. Someone else was bound to come along and help... surely?

No. No, I think I'm the only one here who can help. His rational mind said in response. He gritted his teeth and unslung his backpack before moving towards the injured young woman.

"Ma'am?" He called out, his tone shaking a bit. The lamia's eyes sprung open, blue and frightened and full of tears as they stared at him.

Cassi'to swallowed. "Hold still, I'm on my way!" He continued, running over to her side and setting his pack down.

The young snake-woman let out a pained hiss and blinked as Cassi'to dug out his bandages. A quick examination told the young mithra that the javelin stuck in the lamia hadn't pierced too deeply, but it definitely nicked something vital. He'd have to work quickly.

And so he did, carefully extracting the javelin before flying into a flurry of practiced motion. In the span of half a minute, the wound was cleansed (if Ylthane's wealth was good for anything, it was acquiring strong enough whiskey to serve as disinfectant) and thoroughly bound in bandages. The young lamia watched in a mix of pain and awe as Cassi'to worked.

The mithra let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "There. That should be enough to keep it from getting worse." He nodded and smiled.
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...his ears suddenly twitched. Why did it sound like water was rushing up behind him?

He barely had time to put his gear back in his pack when the wave came down the river and struck him. His lamia patient let out a cry of surprise that was abruptly drowned out by the crashing water.

Cassi'to panicked and flailed about as the current dragged him down.

Down.

Down.

Down into a howling, crushing void.

Jaradel moved to Oppara with all the possibilities of the capital city in front of him. He had a plan: excel in his magical studies to gain a position within the government and become a high counselor. Nothing works according to plan. Eight years later, he was penniless and sleeping in a barn. When Gribb was looking for caravan workers, Jaradel jumped at the chance, even taking half-wages for a year to offset his inexperience. He soon learned how to care for the horses, however, and become one of the caravan drivers.

Jaradel has become of the cornerstones of the caravan team over the past few years. Now that ended, however, he's become withdrawn and anxious. He is a tanned elf with pale hair. Callouses on his hands speak to his work on the caravan the past few years, and on occasion, he limps a bit from where a horse stepped on his foot during the early days. He typically dresses in simple merchant's clothing, though he does have a liking for greens and grays. He's quick with both the whip and the reins on the horses.

Seoli is a five-foot tall, thin kitsune girl with piercing blue eyes and long, messy pink hair. She normally wears a blue tunic and skirt, and has a cerulean and royal blue hanbok for more formal occasions (though she isn't afraid to fight in it, either.).

She carries no weapons, as she was trained in the ways of various martial arts, though she lacks the patience to be a monk.

Seoli is a prankster first and foremost. She loves pulling pranks and telling stupid puns. She is very energetic and impatient, hating having to wait around doing nothing. She has a somewhat high opinion of herself, presenting herself as a hero, but she's not nearly as brave or accomplished as she would like everyone to believe and is terrified of bugs.

She is always read to lend a helping hand to someone and rarely hesitates to do so, but she also tends to recklessly charge in without thinking first.

Despite her active and excitable nature, she has a bad habit of sleeping in. If she falls asleep, it takes quite some effort to wake her.

Seoli
Chaotic Good Female Kitsune, Brawler 1

HP: 12/12 (d10 + 1 CON + 1 Favored Class)
Fortitude +3 / Reflex +6 / Will +1
Initiative +4; Senses: Low-light Vision

AC 14 (10 + 4 DEX, no armor) / Touch 14 / Flat-Footed 10

Ability Scores:
STR 10 (+0) / DEX 16 (+4) / CON 12 (+1) / INT 8 (-1) / WIS 13 (+1) / CHA 16 (+3)

Melee Attacks:
Unarmed Strike: +5 attack bonus, 1d6 damage, x2 crit modifier

Traits:
Reckless: +1 trait bonus on Acrobatics checks. Acrobatics is always a class skill.
Affable: +2 trait bonus on Diplomacy checks to gather information, can gather information in half the time. Diplomacy is always a class skill.

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Racial
Ability Bonuses: +2 DEX, +2 CHA, -2 STR
Speed: 30 ft.

Agile (Ex) Seoli receives a +2 racial bonus on Acrobatics checks.
Change Shape (Su): Seoli can take on the appearance of a human, giving her a +10 bonus to Disguise checks to appear human. Change between forms as a standard action
Kitsune Magic (Ex/Sp): Seoli adds +1 to the DC of Enchantment spells she casts. She can also cast Dancing Lights 3/day.
Natural Weapon (Ex): In natural form, Seoli can use a bite attack for 1d4 damage.

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Class
Brawler

Favored Class Bonus: +1 HP per level

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Skills:
Adventuring Rank/Level: 4 - 1 (INT) = 3 / Level
Background Rank/Level: 2 / Level

Adventuring Skills: (3 Ranks Total)
+11 Acrobatics (1 Rank, +4 DEX, +2 Racial, +1 Trait, +3 Class Skill)
+0 Climb
+7 Diplomacy (1 Rank, +3 CHA, +3 Class Skill) (+2 when gathering information)
+4 Escape Artist
+3 Intimidate
-1 Knowledge (dungeoneering)
-1 Knowledge (local)
+1 Perception
+4 Ride
+5 Sense Motive (1 Rank, +1 WIS, +3 Class Skill)
+0 Swim

Background Skills: (2 Ranks Total)
-1 Craft
+3 Handle Animal
+5 Profession [Waitress] (1 Rank, +1 WIS, +3 Class Skill)
+5 Sleight of Hand (1 Rank, +4 DEX)

Languages: Common, Sylvan

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Feats
Deft Maneuvers: Seoli doesn't provoke attacks of opportunity when performing Trip, Disarm, Dirty Trick, Feint, Reposition, or Steal combat maneuvers.

Class Features
Brawler's Cunning (Ex): Seoli's Intelligence score is 13 for the purposes of qualifying for combat feats.
Martial Flexibility (Ex): Seoli can take a move action to gain the benefit of a combat feat she otherwise doesn't have for 1 minute. Usable 4 times per day (3 + half Brawler level)
Martial Training (Ex): Seoli's Brawler levels count as both a Fighter and Monk levels for the purposes of qualifying for combat feats.
Unarmed Strike: Seoli gets Improved Unarmed Strike as a bonus feat. Her unarmed damage is 1d6 + STR.

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Equipment (105 GP starting funds)

Fighter's Kit (9 GP, 29 lbs.): Backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, flint and steel, iron pot, mess kit, rope, soap, 10 torches, 5 days worth of trail rations, and a waterskin

Traveler's Outfit (Freebie, 5 lbs.)

Courtier's Outfit [Hanbok] (30 GP, 6 lbs.)

5-inch Ball (2 SP, 0 lbs.)

Seoli knew she had bigger and better things waiting for her outside of life at her family's inn. Her mother had regaled her with stories of her own adventuring days - fighting villains, helping people in need - and that had spurred her to leave home and see the world. And make some money and fame doing it.

Her first foray into the world of adventuring didn't pan out so well. Nobody was looking to hire some brash upstart with no experience, and she grew more and more desperate for money and excitement. Using the last of her funds, she secured passage to Taldor, hoping another country would have more adventuring opportunity for her.

Unfortunately, it did not. At least, not until she ran into that Gribb guy. He was hiring, and at the time, she didn't think too hard about why he didn't ask too many questions. All that mattered is that he was paying AND willing to hire her, so how could she say no?

Initially, the job wasn't too bad at all. Surprisingly uneventful. Almost boring, even. It wasn't really what she had in mind when she listened to her mother's stories, and she quietly wished for something to happen already.

Well, be careful what you wish for.

Curse her luck. Her first real adventuring job and she was almost labeled a criminal for it. And since the bastard got himself arrested, she wasn't getting paid for this either. Maybe these other poor souls who got suckered in will know what to do next.

Liara Dragonsbane
Half-elf Slayer (Sniper) 1;
Chaotic Good Medium humanoid (human, elf)
Init: +4 Senses: Low-light vision Perception +7

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DEFENSE
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AC 17, touch 14, flat-footed 13
hp 11 (10 +1 Con)
Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +1 (+2 vs enchantment, +2 vs charms and compulsions)

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OFFENSE
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee
Cestus +5 (1d4+2 19-20)
Cold Iron Dagger +5 (1d4+2 19-20)

Ranged
Masterwork Hornbow, orc (Str +2) +6 (2d6+2, x3)

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STATISTICS
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Str 14, Dex 19, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 19
Feats Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Hornbow, orc); Precise Shot

Spell-Like Ability: Alter Self 1/day

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Skills (6 + 2 background per level - 6 ranks, 2 background ranks)

Acrobatics +7 (1 rank, 3 class, 4 dex, -1 acp);
Craft (Traps) +4 (1 background rank, 3 class)
Disable Device + 6 (1 rank, 4 dex, 2 circumstance, -1 acp);
Perception +7 (1 rank, 3 class, 1 wis, 2 race);
Profession(Hunter) +5 (1 background rank, 3 class, 1 wis);
Sense Motive +5 (1 rank, 3 class, 1 wis));
Stealth +7 (1 rank, 3 class, 4 dex, -1 acp));
Survival +5 (1 rank, 3 class, 1 wis));

Traits Child of Two Peoples, Signature Moves (Masterwork Hornbow (Str +2)
SQ Accuracy; Studied Target +1;
Languages:Common, Elven
Equipment
Money: 1 gp 5 sp

Armor: Hide Shirt
Items: Acid Flask; Alchemist Fire; 20x Arrows, blunt; 5x Rations, trail; 60x Arrows, common; Backpack, common; Thieves' tools, masterwork; Waterskin; Outfit, Explorer's; Holy symbol, wooden (Erastil); Holy symbol, wooden (Kethepys)

Racial Options:
Ancestral Arms: Some half-elves receive training in an unusual weapon. Half-elves with this racial trait receive Exotic Weapon Proficiency or Martial Weapon Proficiency with one weapon as a bonus feat at 1st level. This racial trait replaces the adaptability racial trait.
Flexible Half-Breed: Once per day, half-elves with this trait can use alter self as a spell-like ability to appear as humans, drow, or elves. The half-elf can change the race of this form each time she uses this ability, but the specific form for each race is static. She gains a +10 bonus to Disguise checks to appear as a member of the chosen race. The caster level for this ability is equal to the character’s Hit Dice. This racial trait replaces multitalented.

Born to hunter parents, it was no surprise that Liara would follow in their footsteps, especially when her father and grandfather would usually tell her stories of their family's feats, dating all the way back to Eric Dragonsbane, an accomplished dragonslayer during the Dragon Plague, and the origin of their family's name.

Having inherited her mother's elven reflexes and skill with a bow, she quickly proved herself an excellent marksman and started accompanying her parents on most hunts when she was old enough.

They never stayed in one place too long, moving around to where they were needed, typically to bring down some manner of dangerous beast that threatened a village, although the occasional job as an armed escort to some noble or merchant, or hunting down some bandits would also show up.

The one she remembers most, though, that was quite literally burned into her mind, was when her father was sought out to hunt a dragon that had been terrorising the region. But rather than the confident and proud expression she had come to expect from him, especially since he'd finally be able to add his own dragonslaying tale to the family's history, his expression was grim. Determined, and yet with just a hint lf fear behind it.

The reason became evident when they arrived and her parents told her ahe was to stay back, help with evacuating the villagers and make sure they were safe. She realised her father and mother were focused not on hunting the beast, but in making sure they bought enough time for everyone to escape. She agreed, reluctantly and holding back tears, as she prayed that they'd be able to bring the beast down and be back safely.

As she saw the dragon descend upon the village, though, she realised how foolish that hope was. They managed to distract it enough to get some of the villagers to safety, but it wasn't enough to save everyone. And it wasn't enough for them to get away, either. As she lay in.the midst of the dragon's destruction, weeping over their bodies, she took her father's family bow, an impressive bow made from the horns of a blue dragon, and vowed on it to become a better hunter - better than they were, even, so she could prevent similar tragedies in the future. And when her skills were good enough, she'd hunt down this particular dragon, to avenge their deaths.

In the following years, Liara kept travelling the country, honing her skills and keeping her ears open for tales of dragon activity, hoping to learn all she can about her prey so she can hunt it down when she's ready.

After a job serving as part of a noble woman's escort to Cassomir, she signed on as a guard with a caravan heading out to Yanmass. The caravan master seemed shifty, true, but she knew better than to ask too many questions.

When she was eventually stranded in Belhaim, with no idea of when another caravan might be passing by, she decided to make the best of her time here to listen to rumours and see if there is anything she can do to put her skills to use.

Liara inherited her mother's beauty, with light red hair that goes down to her waist, emerald green eyes, and a grace to her movements typical of her mother's kin. She wears an armor made of animal hide and giant lizard scales, with a hooded green cloak that lets her more easily blend in with her surroundings. But her most prominent detail is probably the large bow on her back, an intricate weapon made from blue horns, which some might recognise as the bow wielded by generations of the Dragonsbane family, made from the horns of a dragon brought down by one of their ancestors.

She tends to keep quiet in most situations, preferring to listen and study what others are saying (both verbally and non-verbally), intervening only when needed. She's used to working alone, but is perfectly willing to join a group on a job. And she's not one to turn down someone in need, or to not use her skills to protect people when required - on the contrary, she feels that's her ultimate goal as a hunter, as a way to honour her parents sacrifice those years ago.

Skulls and Shackles
Mutiny!
Becoming Captain - Post 1
Becoming Captain - Post 2
Deciding to invest in Diplomacy

Wrath of the Righteous
Escaping in the midst of a battle between tieflings and paladins - Post 1
Escaping in the midst of a battle between tieflings and paladins - Post 2
Talk with the party's tiefling paladin, post 1
Talk with the party's tiefling paladin, post 2

The second daughter of ex-adventurer parents, Seoli grew up hearing tales of their heroic exploits. Though she grew up tending the family's inn, these stories inspired her dreams to go on adventures of her own some day.

Seoli and her elder sister Iseul had a bitter sibling rivalry. Iseul often mocked and belittled her for her adventurous aspirations, which only fueled her desire to leave home. Meanwhile, Seoli retaliated with subtle and physical pranks, feigning innocence all the while.

Despite the relative peace of the town, her mother nevertheless mentored her in martial arts for self-defense. Though eager to learn, Seoli lacked the patience and discipline to follow her mother's footsteps down the path of the monk. This wouldn't deter her, as she practiced the more physical and fighting-oriented aspects of martial arts, using her wits and unpredictability in multiple fighting styles to give her an advantage over any opponent she may come across.

The moment she became of age, she began to save up money to fund her future endeavors, eventually gathering enough gold to finally set out on her own. With a teary goodbye to her parents, Seoli set off into the world in search of adventure.

But her first foray into the world of adventuring didn't pan out so well. Nobody was looking to hire some brash upstart with no experience, and she grew more and more desperate for money and excitement. Using the last of her funds, she secured passage to Taldor, hoping another country would have more adventuring opportunity for her.

Unfortunately, it did not. At least, not until she ran into that Gribb guy. He was hiring, and at the time, she didn't think too hard about why he didn't ask too many questions. All that mattered is that he was paying AND willing to hire her, so how could she say no?

Initially, the job wasn't too bad at all. Surprisingly uneventful. Almost boring, even. It wasn't really what she had in mind when she listened to her mother's stories, and she quietly wished for something to happen already.

Well, be careful what you wish for.

Curse her luck. Her first real adventuring job and she was almost labeled a criminal for it. And since the bastard got himself arrested, she wasn't getting paid for this either. Maybe these other poor souls who got suckered in will know what to do next.

Seoli is a prankster first and foremost. She loves pulling pranks and telling stupid puns. She is very energetic and impatient, hating having to wait around doing nothing. She has a somewhat high opinion of herself, presenting herself as a hero, but she's not nearly as brave or accomplished as she would like everyone to believe and is terrified of bugs.

She is always read to lend a helping hand to someone and rarely hesitates to do so, but she also tends to recklessly charge in without thinking first.

In reality, her bravado is a facade to mask her insecurities of not being good enough, her sister's jabs having affected her more than she likes to admit. Thus, she feels she needs to prove herself as a hero.

The young woman in light black flowing layers smiles up at you when you approach the wagon. "Hello there, fellow wagoner" next to a steaming cauldron, she's stitching a silver design into a cloak of an rich sable, which she holds up for inspection "I know, probably too rich for the smallest of small towns we're passing through tomorrow, but who knows, fate might be calling to a young lad or lass to be Something, and all they need is a push in the right direction."

Her own statement makes her pause as memory creeps. The dark underbridge, her hollowed out home, digging for scraps of cloth, until a deep sudden need broken into her, forcing her to make of massive web of all the strings and scraps, all centered on a knot in the center. In the dark.

Then the knot... opened.

Now it was in her mind.

"Coo" the pigeon that nestled in her high pointed hat interrupted that was about to become an Itching, as the young woman called it. The bird feathered down to next to her, drawing her eyes to it, making her blanch. Those soulless glassy eyes had seen the knot too, changing it as much as her.

But she pushes the thoughts away and plasters a smile to make the moment pass. "This is Priscilla, my helper' the sewing kit next to her opens as if by magic for the pretty dove, letting it root in it for the end of a spoil of crimson thread in its beak, a color that would go perfect weaving around the silver on the field of brown.

"Oh very good.' she hesitantly pats the bird, then says to you "Well, I hope the break in travel is prosperous for both of us, and it does not delay our trip to Yanmass too much" ignoring the odd feeling of foreshadowing.

Born somewhere in the underbrigde of Magnimar, always good at stitching, keeping others in semblance of clothed, til the day she saw the knot open and her mind was altered by the briefest possible touch of the tiniest crack in the dark. Then she knew cloth so well she was able to get out of the dark, started travelling, inching into a better and better life, then made the mistake of taking a discount on the payment to join this caravan, all just to store a box in her wagon... now no wagon.

Pabelle, Tailor of the Twisted Knot
Female human (Varisian) witch (tatterdemalion) 1 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Familiar Folio 17, Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 65, Pathfinder RPG Horror Adventures 73, Ultimate Wilderness 213)
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +5 (+7 in dim light, +7 while benefit from concealment or full concealment due to darkness or dim light)
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Defense
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AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 6 (1d6)
Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3; -2 vs. confusion and emotion effects
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee dagger +2 (1d4-1/19-20) or
. . whip +2 (1d3-1 nonlethal) or
. . Dancing Strings +4 (1d3+6)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (15 ft. with whip)
Special Attacks dancing stings, hex (cauldron[APG])
Witch (Tatterdemalion) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +5)
. . 1st—command (DC 15), sleep (DC 15)
. . 0 (at will)—mage hand, open/close (DC 14), prestidigitation
. . Patron Transformation (touched by the outer gods)
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Statistics
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Str 8, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 18, Wis 12, Cha 14
Base Atk +0.5; CMB +2 (+4 dirty trick, +4 disarm, +4 reposition, +4 steal, +4 trip); CMD 11 (13 vs. dirty trick, 13 vs. disarm, 13 vs. reposition, 13 vs. steal, 13 vs. trip)
Feats Agile Maneuvers, Brew Potion, Deft Maneuvers, Extra Hex[APG]
Traits clever wordplay, underbridge dweller (magnimar)
Skills Craft (alchemy) +12, Craft (clothing) +8, Diplomacy +8, Heal +7, Intimidate +6 (+8 while benefit from concealment or full concealment due to darkness or dim light), Knowledge (arcana) +8, Knowledge (planes) +8, Perception +5 (+7 in dim light, +7 while benefit from concealment or full concealment due to darkness or dim light), Spellcraft +8, Stealth +2 (+4 while benefit from concealment or full concealment due to darkness or dim light)
Languages Aklo, Common, Infernal, Tien, Undercommon, Varisian
SQ able assistant, cantrips, dimdweller, finesse weapon attack attribute, shapechanging familiar, witch's familiar (thrush (valet) named Arcane Familiar)
Combat Gear candlerod[UE] (2), healer's kit; Other Gear dagger, whip, backpack, blanket[APG], cauldron[APG], string or twine[APG] (4), tailoring tools, traveler's outfit
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Special Abilities
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Able Assistant (Ex) Treat valet as it possesed Cooperative Crafting and all Craft skills and item creation feats you have.
Agile Maneuvers Use DEX instead of STR for CMB
Cantrips mage hand, open/ close, and prestidigitation must incorporate cloth, string or rope
Dancing Stings (1 minutes/day) (Su) Control clothing, rope or fabric as a limb that has 10' reach
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Deft Maneuvers You don't provoke attacks of opportunity when tripping.
Dimdweller +2 to Intimidate, Perception, and Stealth when in conceal due to darkness.
Empathic Link with Familiar (Su) You have an empathic link with your Arcane Familiar.
Familiar Bonus: +3 bonus on Diplomacy You gain the Alertness feat while your familiar is within arm's reach.
Finesse Weapon Attack Attribute Finesse weapons use Dexterity on attack rolls.
Shapechanging Familiar (1 minutes/day) (Su) Familiar can appear as any creature of its type and size.
Share Spells with Familiar Can cast spells with a target of "You" on the familiar with a range of touch.
Transformation (Touched by the Outer Gods) –2 save vs confusion & emotion effects, always affected by such effects for at least 1 round.
Unnerve Beasts (DC 14) (Su) The target becomes offensive to animals (Will negates). Animals become distraught and aggressive in the victim's presence - horses buck, dogs snap and bark, bulls charge, and so on. The hex lasts a number of hours equal to the witch's Intelligence mo
Witch's Familiar (Ex) Gain the services of a special familiar that stores spells.

It was a strange day to be certain, but the gnome seemed to appear in his home village as if from thin air. Twig and the other children were in the holding pen... truth was, one of them might have to be dinner for the others tonight.

The strange gnome looked right as Twig and the goblin youth seemed compelled to come to the bars and listen.

I'm gonna die, kid... he smiled. Lips not moving, but the words made it into the young goblin's head.

I've been poisoned, bad string of luck. Anyone who eats me will most likely die, too. It's my gift to you. You have a chance to be free.

All you gotta do is... not partake. Can you do it kid?

When the dust settles, my stuff is over there by that twisted tree in a hollow. There's food there, I promise. Again, the smile.

Dappleboots is the name. What's yours? The adults were closing in fast.

The goblin didn't have a fancy name. Twig, just... Twig.

Name's yours if you want it, Twig. Twig Dappleboots! If ya take it, you gotta do me a favor though. Remember to do the right thing. You'll know it...

The gnome tapped his fist to his chest as the goblins dragged him away. But, his smile remained. It was like, he'd won.

12 Years ago

A small 8 year old Kellid boy sits, watching his tribe hunt game mercilessly, dodging each and every strike and each and every shot. Much unlike a typical Kellid tribe, the tribe here has a wide variety of ranged weapons. The vast majority of them are using composite longbows, one particulary older gentleman is using a literal pistol, while the younger members are using crossbows of all varieties. There's only so many crossbows to go around for practice, and the tribe warned him not to go into melee for hunts.

"Why," the kid asks, "do we never hunt up-close like all the other Kellids?" The older gentleman, the one with a blackpowder pistol in hand, sighs as he turns to the child. "Do you know the story, child? Of how our tribe was created like a Phoenix from ashes of destruction?"

The child then shakes their head, for they knew the Ragemavens were different, but he never knew how. The pistolero then replied, sitting down to tell a story: "Long ago, before you were even born, stars rained down from the sky in our ancestral homeland of Numeria. These stars contained much more than simple rock, mind you," the elder Kellid says with a cough. "They contained strange metal creatures, some of which can talk, almost all of which were hostile. Afterwards, a group of greedy, no-good magicians decided to use this, non-magical mind you, technologies from the sky, and used them to oppress our people." One of the younger members, wielding a composite longbow, decides to speak up to add to the story at the time. "At the time as well, a conquering force by the name of Kevoth-Kul went around fracturing tribes, left and right. There were remnants left and right, and those that were left behind, and survived both the wizards and Kevoth-Kul, had a rather... unique trait in common."

The oldest one speaks up again, "you see, most Kellids wear scars across their bodies like badges of honour. Have you seen more than a single scar across a single Ragemaven? No. We are not able to keep standing past when we would die, like most other Kellids."

The young boy, knowing the rest of the story, begins to fill it in, with a bit of eager enthusiasm, "it's because we don't get hit, right," to which everyone laughs in agreement.

"Scars for a true Ragemaven are only ever skin-deep!" they all say in unison, the one thing uniting the tribe composed of fractured remnants was their skill with ranged weaponry.

Now
Miss, the now 20-year old Kellid thinks to himself, pointing a crossbow at an elk. "YOU KNOW WHAT, ELK," he says as he flies into a rage, muscles both having more force and more control in them as he does so. "YOU DIE TODAY!," he says as he quickly loads and fire his old ancestral crossbow right at the Elk's eyes, causing a massive bleed as the creature keels over from one shot. The adrenaline finally fading from the man's body, he pants in exhaustion. "There, the caravan wanted to see what makes a Ragemaven different," he says as he examines his oft-used crossbow and his holstered warhammer. "To put it simply, scars for us are only ever skin-deep! Getting hit is for the weak in our tribe, scars are not a badge of honor, and those fools tried to take their homeland from conquerer and mage a bit too early. So, here I am, avoiding getting killed by constructed menace."