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Weapon Bond: Bastard sword treated like a martial weapon, Cha to attack and damage
Charismatic: +2 Cha, - taken twice
Flaw: Inattentive You are particularly unaware of your surroundings.
You take a -4 penalty on Perception checks.

Natural Talent: Book-learning does little good among a people who are punished for literacy. Instead, the Erenlanders focus on their natural aptitudes. Choose one ability score.
Whenever determining bonus skill points at each level after
1st, you use that ability score instead of Intelligence to determine
your character’s number of bonus skill points. However,
those bonus skill points may only be used on skills that have
that ability as a key ability score. (Charisma)

Flexible Craftsman: Making do with little is the
Erenlander way of life. When you craft mundane items, you
may either take half the normal time to do so or use up only
50% of the normal materials (your choice for each project).
Additionally, you suffer no penalty when crafting an item
using improvised tools.

Toughness (Bonus Eren Feat)+3 hp at first level and 1hp for every HD
Power attack
Slow Learner
Weapon focus - bastard sword(Background feat)+1 to hit
Cleave (Bonus Ftr Feat)after dropping a foe hit another within reach {limit 3 AoO}

Exotic Weapon Proficiency: Sarcosan Lance (racial)

Juggernaut: Prerequisite: Constitution 13+. Benefit: Your Hit Die size for fighter class levels improves from d10 to d12.

1st Sense Shadowspawn

13ranks
Craft*(Weapons) +9(rank [4*] + str 1 + class 3)
Climb* +7(rank 2 + str 2 + class 3)
Ride* +7(rank 2 + dex 2 + class 3)
Knowledge*(North Erenland) +6(rank 3 + int 1 + class 3)
Knowledge*(Shadow) +3(rank 2 + int 1)
Knowledge (History) +2(rank 1 + int 1)
Linguistics +2(rank 1 + int 1)
Sense motive +3(rank 2 + int 1)
Survival +3(rank 3 + wis)
Perception +4(rank 4 + wis - 4 flaw)
Heal +1(rank 1 + wis)
Intimidate* +11(rank 3 + cha 5 + class 3)
Persuasion +8(rank 3 + cha 5)
Diplomacy +8(rank 3 + cha 5)

Erenlander*(3)
Trader’s Tongue

He remembers his mother’s smell of earth, warmth and life. He recalls his father’s sword, his calm and sure presence and the ruby with a dragon embedded into it. He was small, but his father made him a wooden sword after he tried to lift Duncan’s to be like his father, and showed him how to use it. It must have been very amusing for his parents seeing a 4 year old swinging around, fighting the Shadow in his imagination.

They had shielded him from the worst of the Shadow’s domination and suffering, he understood that. He was barely a toddler when they brought him to Shadowlands. It was by no means a safe place to be, but it was a safer place than any in Eredane they could find. After his first few years, they left him in the care of an old woman called granny Vedrana. She was what most would consider a witch, and if one could say that a witch could be benevolent, Vedrana would be one. She understood nature and spirits and seemed to know a lot of things about magic, both in Shadowlands and in Aryth, and was willing to take on an apprentice.

So, Gilian learned from her at a time while Alan grew, while Duncan would sometimes be of for a while, but he would always return. One day, when Alan was about 7, they said that they have to go help their friends and that they didn’t know when they would be coming back, and left him in the care of granny Vedrana. He never saw them again. At first while they were away for a few months, he thought that it was like one of his father’s absences, but when the months passed and there was no sign of them, he started feeling abandoned. Not that Vedrana didn’t take good care of him, he never considered her anything less then his own grandmother, but a boy needed his parents.

One day, seeing the boy growing desperate, Vedrana told him that in the other world, the one he was born in, the time passes differently, so what might be a year for them, might be only a month for his parents, and that when they return, they are likely to be almost no older than what he remembered they were.

She spun him tales and thought him history. Told him of adventures of his parents and their friends, the tales he all heard before, but as he was getting older, she made them more and more close to truth, making him aware of the Shadow and what its evil means. He understood that they brought him here to protect him, but as he reached his teens, he was aching to try to find them and help them in their fight. Everyday after he would finish his chores around Vedrana’s cottage, he would practice with a wooden sword, preparing for the time he would join them, for he was also sure that a part of the reason he was in Shadowlands was to grow up faster and join the fight as soon as possible.

As he reached his fourteenth year, he decided that there was so much more he needed to learn to be able to accomplish his goals. He left Vedrana’s house and went to the city. He looked for employment somewhere, a place to learn the art of war and eventually joined a Shadar noble house. It might have all been Solvistania’s doing, since she had married a patriarch of the house, but it is only later that Duncan found that out. He was trained to become a soldier, to learn proper use of his swords and supplement his education.
It was there that he met her. Anwyn was Solvi’s daughter, seeming calculated and cold to all the servants and underlings of their house, beautiful, exotic and distant, always shadowed by her Varyag bodyguard, Lantesh.

But Alan was aware that in her own world, she was probably lonely and haunted by her own demons, since Lantesh appeared to be the only person whose company she seemed to enjoy. Later, he realized that his own presence in their household wasn’t only because Solvistania wanted to help the son of her old friends, it was also to provide companion for her daughter, someone she would have something in common with, someone not Shadar, someone with roots in the other world. And so it happened, they caught each other’s eye and a friendship was born between three people brought together by their differences. Oh, Lantesh didn’t like him at all in the beginning, for he was always protective of her, in Alan’s opinion, maybe too much sometimes, and Alan didn’t like the way he would always loom menacingly over him. With time they both came to respect each other and developed a kind of friendly rivalry.

The tree of them would train together, study together, and ride together. As happens with young men, he was sure that at some point he was infatuated with Anwyn, but it passed after a while, or so he thinks. But as years went by, they all became restless. They would always be on the lookout for news of the other world, their minds well immersed in the tales of their parents’ deeds and adventures. It was only a matter of time before they would decide to leave Shadowlands and join the fight against the Shadow.