Prerequisites: Cha 13, must be taken at 1st level.
Benefit:
You gain a +2 bonus on all Knowledge (nobility) checks, and that chosen Knowledge skill is always considered a class skill for you.
When you select this feat, choose one of the benefits listed below that matches the flavor of your noble family. Work with your GM to ensure that your choice is appropriate.
Scion of Lore:
You gain a +1 bonus on all Knowledge skills in which you have at least 1 rank.
Ability Score Racial Traits: Aasimars are insightful, confident, and personable. They gain +2 Wisdom and +2 Charisma.
Type: Aasimars / Elf
Noble Scion of Elf kind: [As Scion of Human kind but Elf]
Some aasimars' heavenly ancestry is extremely distant. An aasimar with this racial trait counts as an outsider (native) and a humanoid (Elf) for any effect related to race, including feat prerequisites and spells that affect humanoids. She can pass for Elf without using the Disguise skill. This racial trait replaces the Celestial language and alters the native subtype.
Size: Aasimars are Medium creatures and thus have no bonuses or penalties due to their size.
Base Speed: Aasimars have a base speed of 30 feet.
Languages: Aasimars begin play speaking Common and Celestial. Aasimars with high Intelligence scores can choose from the following languages: Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Halfling, and Sylvan. See the Linguistics skill page for more information about these languages.
Defense Racial Traits
Celestial Resistance: Aasimars have acid resistance 5, cold resistance 5, and electricity resistance 5.
Feat and Skill Racial Traits
Skilled: Aasimar have a +2 racial bonus on Diplomacy and Perception checks.
Magical Racial Traits
Spell-Like Ability (Sp): Aasimars can use daylight once per day as a spell-like ability (caster level equal to the aasimar's class level).
Cleric Add +1/2 to damage when using positive energy against undead or using Alignment Channel to damage evil outsiders.
Belt Pouch belt 1 1/2lb +Items 10sp
Wood Compass 10gp 0.5lb.
Dog Whistle / Signal whistle 16sp
Small note book and water proof case + silver point pen 2gp
Flint and steel 1 gp
Spell Component Pouch 2gp
ST=682gp
On Horse
Fin Elf Saddle 10gp
Saddle Pack 1: 4gp
[Strapped Saddle pack, Acts as Saddle pack and Back pack]
Chalk 1 cp
Grooming set 1gp
Saddle Pack 2: 4gp
Tent, small 10 gp 20 lbs
Bedroll 1 sp 5 lbs.
Water Skin
Feed.
Clerics are proficient with all simple weapons, light armor, medium armor, and shields (except tower shields). Clerics are also proficient with the favored weapon of their deities.
Aura (Ex) CG
God - Ketephys:
Is the tight-lipped Elven god of the hunt, often shown barefoot and clad in green and brown clothes. To him, his companions Meycho (a dog) and Falling Star (a hawk) are friends rather than helpers.
Holy symbol: Is a hawk on a silver crescent.
Domains: Animal, Chaos, Good, Plant, Weather
Favored Weapon: bow
Channel + Energy 5/day 1d6 DC12
Spontaneous casting
Domains X2
Animal Domain
Granted Powers: You can speak with and befriend animals with ease. In addition, you treat Knowledge (nature) as a class skill.
Speak with Animals (Sp): 4/day
You can speak with animals, as per the spell, for a number of rounds per day equal to 3 + your cleric level.
Domain Spells: 1st—calm animals,
Weather Domain
Granted Powers: With power over storm and sky, you can call down the wrath of the gods upon the world below.
Storm Burst (Sp): 5/day No save
As a standard action, you can create a storm burst targeting any foe within 30 feet as a ranged touch attack. The storm burst deals 1d6 points of nonlethal damage + 1 point for every two cleric levels you possess. In addition, the target is buffeted by winds and rain, causing it to take a –2 penalty on attack rolls for 1 round. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.
1st level 2+1 3/day
D-> Obscuring Mist 2mins
1:Shield of Faith 1min +1AC
2:Endure Elements [Cast every day]
Spells used
Endure-Elements
CLW* class
Spell DC 12+Spell Level
Caster Level 1
Vs SR+1
Conc Check +3
Melee Touch +2
Range Touch +2
Description:
Sex - Female
Height 6'4"
Wright - 68lb
Build: Unusually Tall and slender
Hair: Long and Golden yellow
Eyes: Gold Orbs
Skin: Amber/golden in tone
Legs: Extra long
What looks to be a first glance an Elf maid, Closer inspection is in fact a Very tall and slender Aasimar of Elf descent . She moves with grace and has a kind face; her cloths tend to yellow and deep greens. Her skin is like fine gold silk cloth, her arms and legs long and slender, her feet are bare. But the one thing that may make you think Aasimar is this Elf-maids eyes, They are Orbs of gold, that reflect and glint back light. She rides a fine elf bred horse and has what looks to be a dark hunting dog with her. For arms, she carries a long cold Iron spear, fine looking Elf Long bow and hunting knife. Her Armour seems light and well made, some kind of elf armoured coat. She is well spoken and if you ask she will tell you she is a Cleric Priestess of Ketephys the Elfish god of hunting.
The Silver holy Symbol she carries show this to be true.
In personality, she is happy go lucky, yet at time grim, She likes to hunt and seems to be happy with others or alone. She makes friends with ease and when needed will help others. All in all a good elf from the woods
Dog, Hunting
This burly dog is trained to Hunt. In sight to pray A low, menacing growl rumbles up from its chest.
Guard / Hunting Dog
N Medium animal
Init +2; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +8
DEFENSE
AC 13, touch 12, flat-footed 11 (+2 Dex, +1 natural)
hp 13/13
Saves
Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +1
OFFENSE
Speed 40 ft.
Melee bite +3 (1d6+3 plus trip)
STATISTICS
Str 15, Dex 15, Con 15, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 15 (19 vs. trip)
Feats: Skill Focus (Perception)
Skills
Acrobatics +6 (+14 jumping),
Perception +8,
Survival +1 (+5 scent tracking);
Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics when jumping, +4 Survival when tracking by scent.
Back ground:
Birth:
"It’s a daughter" The half-elf birth maid had called, then there was silence.
Something was wrong, o gods not my wife, not my child
He thought and rushed into the birthing room. The scene that greeted him was one of stillness. The maid was looking down at his wife Allnra Spheena who was in turn looking down at the baby she held in cloth, face exposed. Elf magic meant his wife was over the pain, she looked well just, in shock, Slowly he walked over, what could it be that held them so”
He stopped when he got to them and looked down, seeing the round oval face of an elf girl child, hair yellow, that was a family trait and her eyes. Now he knew what held them, the child’s eyes, they were, they were ”Gold?” not just eyes that had golden flecks, or a golden hue, no, what looked back at him were two golden orbs.
"An Elysium tainted, what? Who?"
He looked at his wife; she did not take her eyes of the child.
Not Her it had to be his my side, mine and my mother’s hair, there had been stories of an ancestor before the stone fall, but…
He was conflicted, was this a good thing or bad, what if others looked on this in a bad light, this could affect the family’s holdings, the work they were doing to establish themselves. Then something court his eye, a mark on the child’s breast,
No on my daughter breast
He corrected himself making up his mind. It looked like, so much like, the symbol of Ketephys, it did not matter if it was or not, it had been a stroke of luck. He spoke, breaking the spell in the room.
"By the will of Ketephys , our daughter dear wife is a most wonderful blessing to the family, see here where she has his symbol. Her eyes are those of blessed one, a fair wind blow in the trees this day and with it a child of the hunter came to us"
He smiled with pride and placed one hand on his child’s head the other on his wife’s arm.
The look of still shock left his wife and she smiled, she knew what he had done, what they had to do it.
"Yes dear, Inora go fetch Dasron and tell him to go get the priest of Ketephys, we will have this day recorded "
After the birth maid left she looked at her husband.
”Golden eyes Lynraon, and a smile of light, she is wonderful and our blessing.”
He smiled back at her; this is how it had to be, always with the family things had to be made to work in their new home.
Young life:
She had a nurse Kataraon, a human she had been young when she had started as her nurse, but humans aged so much faster. Now she was slow and always complaining of the cold. Amber did not mind it, she never had. On this winter’s night she stood out on one of the outer branches of the family’s main home tree. All around could be seen other elder Home trees. The ones the family had brought back with them. They looked majestic, magically grown in only a few decades they now stood full of seed. The family made its money by breading fast home tress or as some called them living trees for wood elf community's and others who used the massive tress to make homes within. The planation woods went on for miles; she had spent days out there, just running free or riding.
”You’re going to be late for your classes, you know the priestess hates to be kept waiting, now come along miss”
Kataraon was almost to her.
”Here it comes” she thought, The whole family had taken on Common names, it was just simpler to deal with local none Elves, Shorelight was their last name, she had chosen Amber for her personal name.
”O gosh not again Amber! Will you please put some boots on, you will catch you death of cold on a winters night like this, silly girl.”
She hated having boots on, in fact she hated having anything on her feet. Footwear just did not feel right and they made her feet sweaty, cramped, like and she always felt this was funny to say. Like her roots need the feel the ground, But she nodded, she would so as asked.
”All go and get my boots before a got to class”
She bent and picked up her Long Spear, she got more from the nurse.
” Goodness gracious amber why do you carry that thing around the homestead, all the other young elves are leaning to use swords, much more refined for a lady like you.”
She shrugged
”I don’t like swords, there to… heavy. …You can’t hunt with a sword”
She gave Kataraon a shrug and a look that said ‘I do my best’.
Kataraon just shuck her head slowly,
”Hunting again, Well I’m just telling you what your father said. Now come along girl, it’s almost time”
They moved off, amber gave one last look out from the tree heights, then into the house true.
She would be coming of age soon and needed to pick her aim in life. The priestess has subjected something to Amber that she had been thinking over for weeks. There was a hidden temple deep in the elfwoods to Ketephys. With her heritage and gifts, the priestess had said she would be welcomed, that she would be given the training in the ways of the faith. It would take years, but that meant little to an elf, even one with higher plane blood. She would tell the priestess today her mind on this, then her mother and father, later the rest of the family and retainers. Soon she would be heading into the Elfwoods and she did not know if she would ever come back.
Cleric of Ketephys.
She stood on the stone, a single stone in a holy glade. All around in the woods was the temple to Ketephys, it had no walls or roof made of stone. The every wood itself was the temple, some way from here was a building but it was an elf long house made of fine wood work. She was naked but for hunting knife belt, her bow and spear. Before her stood three priestess, still like her, they two where armed for hunting. Naked and still, she and they were waiting. Waiting to see if she would be accepted by Ketephys into his priestess ranks, she had been a novice for so long. The longest they had known. Twice she had stood here, just as she did now waiting all day on the spring crescent moon for the sign. Others she had strained with had been chosen, now they were off into the world fully ordained. But she had stood and nothing. So much for a birthmark she thought to herself. It was getting late and it would not be long now, a third time would be a disaster, there would be no forth. For she would be asked to leave, sent home with a simple, not found to have what was needed. All this time wasted, she had worked hard, harder than most, to show she had what was sort. Skill with a bow, able to use the magic’s gifts of Ketephys, She worked hard and it was all down to this day and this moment. She closes her eyes, Well mother, father I did what I thought I was meant to do, by the signs and my blood. Just was not meant to be. She let the dream die in her.
Then a sound, a thud, she opened her eyes and looked where the three judgment priestesses where looking. To where a great stag stood, He’s head high. He’s front leg pondering the earth.
His voice came.
”When you have quit finished feeling sorry for yourself child of the woods, we can begin”
She smiled is his joking tone, she had been picked, chosen and accepted.
”The feast thing you need to know is, that you must always resect that which you hunt, for it has life to and taking it is an act of warship that must be done right. I hunt is not about fear; it is about where things sit in the great weave of life. That is way today you will lean what it is to be hunted. So that when you are one of my priestesses you will never forget what it means to hunt others.”
She looked at her hands they changed, she fell on all fours, she bellowed, she was…
One of the three priestesses said to her,
”You will run now, seek to hide, seek to flee, seek to keep away from us hunters little one for if we catch you, we will kill you.”
Fear gripped her, pour terror and she ran, no she bolted and behind she could hear the hunting calls of the priestesses. That night she leaned, the next day, once more herself, she accepted the spear that marked her faith.
Home:
They were happy, they sang, they had a party they drank, they told stories. Her Mother was most proud. On the second week she came to Amber and sat with her.
”So what now, will you go back into the woods sweetheart or seek as home and family of your own? You know young Kallrooss likes you and now you’re adult a priestesses as well. You would make a find coupling. “
She looked at her mother.
”I know he dos and he’s sweet, but… after being at the temple for so long. I missed the rides, the ...” ”I know dear, you have always had a free spirit, from when you were a child. Before Kataraon passed away, she left you this, I was going to give you it later but I think now is the right time”
She held out a silver object, looking at it she could see it was a holy symbol of Ketephys.
”She said you would know what it means.”
She felt a pang of guilt talking about Kataraon, she had been at the temple when the news had come of her death, age they said. She had cried for a week, and said the words to the dead. But she still felt a pain in her heart for the loss. She took the holy symbol from her mother’s hand. The fact that Kataraon has got it for her, as a gift for her coming back, meant a lot. It meant she had accepted what amber was doing, and that she expected her to do well.
Her mother have her a moment, then said softly.
There is an inscription on the back, I can’t read it but Kataraon said to me once you would know what it means. Amber turned over the symbol. On the back it simply read in fine Celestial.
”Amber, Go where your Heart takes you and put your boots on”
She burst out laughing, then stopped, she looked down at her bare feet, and smiled
Wise old Kataraon”
Once sentence summing up her life, she looked up, her mother was looking at here in a concerted way.
”Is everything all right dear?”
She let out a breath.
”Yes mum everything is fine, I best tell you know, I’m not staying and I’m not going back to the temple” ”Where are you going then?”
She looked up at the sky.
”Where my heart and Ketephys send me mother, Where my heart and Ketephys send me”
She had packed that night, the next they her father came, they talked and at the end he nodded. It was the way of elfs, freedom meant things like this. It was respected; o she could always come back. They would still be here, but it was the Elven way. They gave her a mount, one of the family’s best, some items and coin. She had taken one of the hunting dogs from the temple pack he would act to look after her in the night. Once packed she simply waved and headed out where she would end up she did not know. But she had faith and that for now was all she needed.
Her father and mother looked after her as she left.
”Our blessings with you Clineena Aythrowon Spheena”
Was all her father said.
NOTES:
In ancient times, the land encompassing much of the River Kingdoms was a type of hunting reserve for the elves of Kyonin, known as Telvurin
Cordelon is a small, independent country on the Sellen River in the southern River Kingdoms. Its centers of population are the village of Bacul Gruii and the larger Novoboro. Once long ago, Cordelon was a staging area for the return of the elves of Kyonin from their self-imposed exile in Sovyrian. Some of them stayed behind and eventually began intermarrying with the local human population. Although the large majority of the people living in Cordelon now can be considered human, strong elven traits and features can be seen in most of them. The locals distrust outsiders, but welcome elves.
