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2nd level: +1 BAB, +1 Fort/Will Sv, +Purify Food/Drink. +1 Heal, Intimidate, Perception, Sense Motive Aluriel (Velaria Jeggare) Lawful Good Female Fallen Angel (Human) Oracle 2 Age 20 Medium Humanoid (Human) Init +2; Perception +3 -------------------- DEFENSE -------------------- AC 18, touch 12, flat-footed 16 (+2 dex, +6 armor) HP 24 (2d8+4 con bonus +2 favored class +2 trait) Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 -------------------- OFFENSE -------------------- Speed 20 ft. Melee MW Fauchard +6 (1d10+9 18-20x2) or MW Fauchard +7 (1d10+6 18-20x2) or dagger +5 (1d4+4 19-20x2) Ranged heavy crossbow +3 (1d10 19-20x2) 120' range increments Space 5 ft., Reach 5 ft. -------------------- SPELLS (CL 2; Concentration +4) -------------------- 0 - Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Read Magic, Purify Food/Drink 1 (3/Day) - Divine Favor, Cure Light Wounds, Protection from Evil, Enlarge Person -------------------- SPECIAL ABILITIES -------------------- Wasting: -4 penalty to cha skills excluding intimidate, +4 save vs disease Mystery: battle - intimidate, perception become class skills Revelation: Weapon mastery - Weapon focus (Fauchard) -------------------- STATISTICS -------------------- Str 19, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 14 Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 17 Drawback: Headstrong – Aluriel is of an order of angels who hate evil to such a level that their response is instinctual. Effect(s): Whenever you witness an action or hear an argument that contradicts your alignment, you must attempt to stop or correct that action or argument. If you either don’t try to stop it or fail in your attempt to stop it (as adjudicated by the GM), you are shaken for 1 hour. Traits: Your soul is clean, and you are deeply committed to fulfilling your duties to the church. Benefit: You take +1 trait bonus on all Will saves and a +1 bonus on all saving throws made against spells and effects originating from an outsider with the evil subtype. Finding Haleen (Oracle) – Aluriel retains an extremely strong bond to heaven. Story Feat: Fearless Zeal Spoiler:
You're willing to lay down your life for your faith.
Prerequisite: You must be ordained as a sacred (or profane) champion of your faith by a high-ranking member of its clergy, or have the Devoted, Faith-Bringer, or Moral Debt background. Such an honor goes above and beyond the normal oaths required of a cleric or paladin. Benefit: Once per day, you can add a +2 bonus on any single attack roll, caster level check, saving throw, or skill check. You must choose to add this bonus after the die has been rolled and success or failure determined, but before any results (such as damage) are rolled and applied. If you have 10 or more levels or hit dice, this bonus increases to +4. Goal: Die in pursuit of your faith's goals and be brought back to life. If you die in circumstances that don't involve your faith, you gain no benefit. If your GM permits, you can instead remain dead and create a new PC inspired by your heroic sacrifice. Completion Benefit: If you died and came back, you become a living symbol of faith. Once per day as a standard action, you can inspire those who share your faith to great effort, granting them a +2 morale bonus on attack rolls and saving throws for 1 minute. This is a mind-affecting, language-dependent effect. If you create a new character inspired by your previous character, the new PC receives a +2 bonus to a single ability score. This ability score can't be one that already has a racial bonus. The new PC can later take this feat if he meets the prerequisite. Mythic Trait: Mana Storm Survivor Spoiler:
You once lived in the Mana Wastes - perhaps in Alkenstar, or perhaps in a smaller, less known settlement. Magic was foreign to you, though mana storms were a very real threat. You lived there as a mercenary - fighting to earn your keep, killing whatever you were told to kill. Once while out on a mission, you and your group were beset by a suddenly manifested Mana Storm. The rest of your group were killed in variously horrific ways. You, however, were spared - only to be wisked away to Osirion by an odd teleportation effect. Eager to see the wondrous world at large, you never went home, instead choosing to stay in Osirion and work as a mercenary until you gained enough money to travel abroad.
Bonus: Gain +1 to Attack with all polearms Feats: Exotic Weapon Proficiency: Fauchard, Power Attack Skills (4 class, -2 int, 2 human, 2 favored class, 2 trait): Acrobatics -1 (2 dex, -3 ACP) Appraise -1 (-1 int) Bluff -2 (+2 cha, -4 class) Climb +1 (+4 str, -3 ACP) Diplomacy -2 (+2 cha, -4 class) Disguise -2 (+2 cha, -4 class) Escape Artist -1 (2 dex, -3 ACP) Heal +4 (1 rank, 3 class) Intimidate +11 (2 rank, +2 cha, +7 class) Knowledge (Planes) +4 (1 rank, 3 class, -1 int) Knowledge (Religion) +3 (1 rank, 3 class, -1 int) Linguistics +2 (2 rank, -1 int) Perception +4 (1 rank, 3 class) Sense Motive +0 Spellcraft -1 (-1 int) Stealth -1 (2 dex, -3 ACP) Swim +1 (+4 str, -3 ACP) Racial Modifiers: +2 str, skilled, bonus feat, favored class (oracle) Languages: Taldan, Infernal, Abyssal, Celestial -------------------- GEAR/POSSESSIONS -------------------- Location: On Persons Carrying Capacity Light:100 lbs. Medium:200 lbs. Heavy:300 lbs. GP:13 GP 8 SP 90 CP MW Breastplate (30lb) Dagger (1 lb) Heavy Crossbow (8 lb) MW Fauchard (10 lb) Spoiler:
This polearm is similar to a glaive, being a curved blade affixed to the end of a pole. Unlike a glaive, though, the cutting edge of a fauchard is along the concave side, causing the blade to resemble that of a sickle or scythe.
Benefit: The fauchard is more awkward to utilize than a glaive (and as such is an exotic weapon), but its increased threat range over the glaive and the ability to trip foes make it a dangerous weapon in the hands of a skilled user. Weapon Feature(s): reach, trip Backpack, common (2 lb) Bedroll (5 lb) Bell Belt Pouch (0.5 lb) Blanket (3 lb) Candle Lamp, candle waterproof (1 lb) Canteen (1 lb) Chalk Compass 10 Crowbar (5 lb) Earplugs Fishhook Flask x2 (3 lb) Flint and Steel Gear maintenance kit (2 lb) Grooming kit (2 lb) Hammer (2 lb) Holy Symbol, (1 lb) Journal (1 lb) Sack x2 0 (1 lb) Scrivener's kit (1 lb) Signal horn (2 lb) Silk rope (5 lb) Mess Kit (1 lb) String (0.5 lb) Waterproof bag x2 (1 lb) Healer's kit (1 lb) Antidote kit (1 lb) Hot weather outfit (4 lb) Trail rations x5 (5 lb) Total Weight:100 lbs. =================================================== Background: Spoiler:
Heaven - courts of accord
The five Empereal Lords stood around the large, ornate table in the High Court. Their words echoed throughout the huge room, large enough to hold a convocation. Although born of a Prince of Hell, Ragathiel stood at the head of the table, a tower of glorious might. At twenty feet tall, his golden skin and five burning wings dominated the room. His famed temper was currently on low boil as he stabbed a finger at his counterpart at the foot. “Vildeis! I ask again that you abandon this foolish mission. Time and time again have i sent angels forth from heaven to retreive the tome, yet nary a single one has returned. Abdiel himself went, a Lord, accompanied by a cohort one thousand strong. All vanished within the gates of Abaddon and so I ask thee, what purpose is served by the death of another, and a mere Principality?” His counterpart at the foot of the table matched his intensity despite falling short of his sheer size. Criss-crossed with scars, a bandage covered her eye’s where she had ripped them out on the day of her birth. Her red wings beat in time to her bloody finger, stabbing forward each time she went to make a point. [b] “This angel is mine General, and will take orders from me and me alone. Thirteen cycles have passed, seven hundred and twenty-eight years during which you have tried and failed to return the Tome. Born in blood and pain, it is in blood and pain, not steel, that it will return. For his part, Neshen at least understands this.” Unhappy at being brought into the argument, the Steel Lash spoke carefully, his voice the steady grating of steel on stone. [b] “Thee know as well as I Vildeis, that one may not pay penance for another. The redemption of Tabris the fallen lies with Tabris and none other. At your urging, fifty angels descended on Axis seeking his capture, only to return with empty hands and wings bowed in shame.” Damerrich, a silent black monolith in stone armor, raised one gauntleted fist. With weary eyes, he glared at the bandaged angel, his great helm hiding his angry scowl if not the echoing finality of his voice. [b] “The invasion of the Eternal City by the forces of Heaven. This breach of tradition, this crime, has gone unpunished long enough, yet here you stand again. Espousing madness, you stand before us demanding yet another crime. Have you no shame?” Livid beyond Reason, Vildeis lept forward, her retort bursting forth as a the sun, held too long below the horizon, shines bloody rays across the heavens. In total silence, her words failed her, as the last figure spread its arms in a halting gesture. Without moving, the Black Butterfly, Desna’s Shadow, loomed above them all. [b]“ENOUGH! THE AUTHORITY TO BIRTH OR ABORT THE PLAN PROPOSED LIES NOT WITHIN THIS ROOM. THY LABOR IN VAIN, SEEKING CONSENSUS WHERE IT IS NEITHER PREMITED NOR NEEDED. SUMMON THE ANGEL ALURIEL FOR THE RIGHT OF REFUSAL IS HERS ALONE.” Aluriel waited before the entrance to the Courts, dipping her fingers in the font before annointing her brow with the holy water. She could hear the discussion inside, sounding suspiciously like an argument, and although she had been bade to wait, she had yet to be called. [b] “The Lords will see you now.” Appearing beside her without warning, Israfel startled her. Such behavior was frowned upon on The Fields where it was much more dangerous. Angels went unarmed here on the mount however, and she supposed this was their way. Stepping beneath the alabaster plinth separating the High Court from the Garden, she paused for a moment, taking in the five Lords gathered at the table before her. Grim Ragathiel, Damerrich the Executioner at his side. Her mistress Vildeis stood at the foot, blood pooling beneath her feet. Between them stood Neshen the Penitent, his head lowered but anger showing clearly on his face while beside him floated the Black Butterfly, her silhouetted face imposible to read. Turning to face her, the Cardinal Martyr spoke with quiet force. “Rejoice! Angel Aluriel of the Principalities, for thirteen cycles have passed. Rejoice Aluriel! for to thee has been given a duty of Justice and Redemption delayed for far too long! Rejoice Principality! for thine is the duty to blind the Esoteric Eye by dint of blood and steel.” [/b] Interupting from the other end of the table, Ragathiel’s voice sounded with the crash of steel on steel, “Abide the agreement Valdeis, all must be laid bare before her. The right of refusal has been granted should she so choose.” Valdeis came around the table, bloodstained bandages dragging the floor beneath her hovering feet. Standing before her, the Emperial Lord spoke matter-of-factly, her tone flat, as though describing the weather or the prior evening’s meal. “Angel Aluriel. From Heaven whilt thy Fall. To the Prime Material, upon the continent of Avistan and within the nation of Osirion whilst though make thy way. Only there whilt thou receive thy geas, for only there whilt thou meet one Professor Dr. Henric Archibald Pinkerton. From him whilt thou divine the location of the Book of the Damned and upon its recovery, only then whilt thou be allowed the gates of Heaven once again. Standing with arms crossed, the three Lords still at the table glared, their expressions promising dire punishment should this face progress farther. Lazy wisps of smoke curled up as the gilt table edge melted, the molten metal blackening the carpet below their feet. Desna’s Shadow arched above their heads, a blanket of mystery, silent, the antithesis of hope. Without a word, the young angel, having existed in heaven only a few hundred years, fell to her knees on the marble floor. With arms upraised, she held a gleaming dagger by the blade, its ivory hilt extended. Lifting the offered knife, the Crimson Martyr took up station behind her kneeling subordinate. “Rejoice Angel Aluriel for to thee has been given the Right of Martyrdom. With blood and pain whilt thou earn redemption for the Fallen Lord Tabris, banished from these very halls for the sin of success. Thy blood will flow in his stead, thy tears shed for his sin and thy life spent for his grace.“ Turning to the four at the table, she spoke louder, her voice reaching a damning crescendo of rage. “In so doing whilt thou earn forgiveness for the Concordance of Damnation and the injustice done that day!” Pandemonium broke out as the three enraged Empyreal Lords watched the dagger arc down. Ragathiel lept into the air, his wings bursting into flame as a fine stream of scarlet blood splashed across alabaster wings. Damerrich lifted his axe as he stepped forward, the shadows of all worlds parting before its razor edge as the knife sliced through flesh and sinew, neatly severing one wing at the scapula. Tears of golden fire streamed down his cheeks as Neshen the Penitent, Lord of Redemption lept forward, his lips a mixed scowl of surprise and rage as the second wing hit the ground. With a gasp, the newly fallen angel collapsed as the ground rushed toward her. Her body, suddenly heavy beyond belief, continued through the floor, her last sight that off a giant shadow stretching forth, it’s ebon grasp enshrouding the Lady of Martyrs. Consciousness mercifly fled as she fell into the darkness, knowing neither how far she would fall nor where she would land. Personality: Spoiler:
Aluriel is hot tempered, inflexible and without fear. She is the worst of what people believe paladins are - unwilling to retreat, stand by or allow injustice to continue. She lashes out instinctively without thinking and if staying in one area for long, will pick one issue to fight as long as she is there. She never questions her beliefs or engages in philosophical debates. She believes in Evil and will do anything, including harm herself to destroy it. Her one unforgivable sin however is failure and this somewhat tempers her actions as she will always travel down the path of the most success rather than unthinking martyrdom. She has lost a great deal of her memories and so is somewhat naïve. Birth and Life: Spoiler:
Aluriel was born 16 Sarenith, 4117 in Absalom. She lived a happy childhood, the daughter of a guardsman. She died in 4137 repelling Chellish invaders during their abortive attempt to conquer the island. She is unaware that a great many things have happened – the death of Aroden, Chelliax having turned to deviltry and the fall of the Taldan Empire. [/b]
Appearance: [spoiler] Aluriel almost always wears steel armor with red silk coverings. She has short cropped red hair which she keeps clean but unadorned. Her skin is covered with scars stretching from the left side of her face to her ankles. She has fair skin as her father was an Ulfen adventurer and her mother a descendant of the Azlant. She keeps herself neat, but it is obvious that she puts little stock in the normal traditions of appearance. |
