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138 posts. Alias of Kertuffle.


Full Name

Allende

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

2nd Cleric HP 15/15 AC 14

Gender

male

Size

5'10"

Alignment

Chaotic Good

Deity

Besmara

Strength 13
Dexterity 10
Constitution 12
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 16
Charisma 14

About Allende

Allende
Male Human Cleric of Besmara 2
CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +0; Senses Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 14, touch 10, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor)
hp 15 (2d8+2)
Fort +4, Ref +0, Will +6
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee masterwork rapier +3 (1d6+1/18-20) and
morningstar +2 (1d8+1)
Ranged light crossbow +1 (1d8/19-20)
Special Attacks channel positive energy 5/day (DC 13, 1d6)
Domain Spell-Like Abilities (CL 2nd; concentration +5)
6/day—battle rage (+1 damage), storm burst (1d6+1 nonlethal damage)
Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 2nd; concentration +5):
1st—bless, divine favor, magic weapon [D], remove fear
0 (at will)—create water, guidance, mending, stabilize
[D] Domain spell; Domains War, Weather
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Statistics
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Str 13, Dex 10, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 14
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 12
Feats Selective Channeling, Skill Focus (Profession [sailor])
Traits besmara's blessing, spark of creation
Skills Appraise +6, Craft (ships) +8, Diplomacy +6, Heal +7, Knowledge (history) +6, Knowledge (local) +3, Knowledge (religion) +6, Perception +4, Profession (sailor) +12, Sense Motive +7, Spellcraft +6
Languages Common, Elven, Polyglot
SQ aura, domains (war, weather)
Other Gear lamellar (leather) armor, crossbow bolts (10), light crossbow, masterwork rapier, morningstar, artisan's tools, backpack, silver holy symbol (Silver Coin with Jolly Roger), waterskin, 3 gp
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Special Abilities
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Aura (Ex) The Cleric has an aura corresponding to his deity's alignment.
Battle Rage (6/day) (Sp) Grant +1 to a melee damage rolls.
Besmara's Blessing (1/week) Reroll a Profession (sailor) check and take the higher result.
Cleric Channel Positive Energy 1d6 (5/day) (DC 13) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead; negative has the reverse effect.
Cleric Domain (War) Granted Powers: You are a crusader for your god, always ready and willing to fight to defend your faith.
Cleric Domain (Weather) Granted Powers: With power over storm and sky, you can call down the wrath of the gods upon the world below.
Selective Channeling Exclude targets from the area of your Channel Energy.
Spark of Creation Cost to create magic items is reduced by 5%.
Storm Burst (1d6+1) (6/day) (Sp) 30' Ranged touch attack deals 1d6+1 nonlethal damage and inflicts a -2 to hit penalty for 1 rd.
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Somewhere a list of crimes was being read, but Allende couldn’t make out the felonies over his splitting headache. He could tell he was on his knees but his sight was a constellation of lights and pain. The last thing he remembered was being at a tavern called the Formidably Maid, although based on the wenches he had seen he would rename it the Formidably Endowed. He had been on leave in Port Peril and had stopped in the famous tavern, it was part of pirate lore after all and he read everything he could about pirates. He remembered buying a trinket from a comely lass, a coin with a relief of the Jolly Roger stamped on one side and blank on the other. The Jolly Roger was the holy symbol of Besmara and of all the Golaran gods Allende thought she was the best. She was everything he read about, a legendary ship captain that survived on her wits and daring. Celebrating the purchase he drank a toast to Besmara and then darkness and pain.
His headache was clearing and he could tell the litany of charges was coming to an end. To be honest they didn’t seem that bad. The crime ‘Using litany in a sentence’ brought Allende to attention and he opened his eyes. He immediately wished he hadn’t as he was kneeling on a wooden plank suspended over a giant maelstrom. The plank was attached to a marvelous ship crewed by the most wretched lot Allende had ever laid eyes on. And there was Besmara herself standing at the foot of the plank flanked by scowling hook handed dwarf holding a long scroll he had been reading from.
Her eyes flashed with anger as she loudly exclaimed to her crew. “All serious charges, Mr. Baxley. But you left out the one I cannot abide.” She met Allende’s stare. “You have a lack of ambition.. Where’s the fun in reading when the world lies ripe for pillage. I find your prayers and lack of action sickening. “ She turned to her crew. “What’s the verdict, me hearties!” GUILTY came the reply. At which point she turned to the dwarf “Mr. Baxley, do your duty and rid this scallywag from my ship.”
With a grin Baxley advanced on Allende. His mind finally clear and sensing his danger, Allende ducked under the hook and grabbed the dwarf’s arm. This proved to be a mistake for the dwarf proved to be much stronger then he expected. Slowly the hook advanced towards Allende’s eye. With a desperate heave Allende pitched them both over the side, managing at the last instant to grab hold the plank. Baxley was not so lucky, his attempt to stop himself with the hook merely gouging out some wood before he fell.
“So, you do have some life in you.” Besmara laughed. “Well you still need to be punished.” With lightning speed her rapier was in her hand she laid Allende’s cheek open with it. Gasping with pain Allende tried to scramble up onto the plank, but Besmara planted her foot on his chest. “Time to Sink or Swim.” And with a push she effortlessly sent him flying into the abyss.
Suddenly Allende woke up. Was it a dream he thought as he tried to stand and immediately gasped with pain. The wound on his cheek was real enough. Suddenly Besmara’s laughter filled his ears and he felt power flowing into him. The cheek immediately healed, although it left a nasty scar. There was a gasp. “I knew he was a cleric, he had Besmara’s holy symbol on him when they brought him in.” Allende smiled. He didn’t know how ruthless he could be but Besmara was right, it was time to build his own legend. And Besmara’s laughter and power still echoed in his ears.

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