About ArayasArayas
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Base AC = 14 HP 48
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Seen as a union to bring a faction of Elves and Human's together in cooperation. Doesn't' trust elf faction, and works to see them fail at every opportunity.
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Conflicted Relationship: Elf Queen – 2 points Arayas is seen as a positive force in future relationships between Human and Elf. Although there has been some suspicion of where her loyalties lie. Positive Relationship: High Druid – 1 Point As a Oryias Sentry, despite the politics Arayas has always followed her duties in protecting the small area of the Frost Range human's and elves move through and inhabit. Backgrounds::
Oryias Sentry 3pts– Oryias Sentries are a small faction working in the Frost Range. Helping the few amount of people who travel or live near the Frost Range. However their most important duty is acting as advanced scouts for settlements nearby such as Foothold, and Anvil. Storyteller 1pts – Life as an Oryias Sentry is weeks of sheer boredom as they watch seemingly empty wastes, with random moments of sheer terror as Wurms, orcs and other terrors of the North show themselves. Because of this, most Oryias members have become excellent storytellers to both pass the time, and properly honor their companions who have fallen. Spy 2pts – Recently Arayas has started to actively spy on the elf scouts near the Dragon Woods. Because of her birth, she's allowed to join low level patrols and visit smaller outposts and settlements as a sign of good will. Medic 2pts - Archer in the Oryias Sentries are trained as medics due to the fact they are the least likely to maintain major injuries. Arayas uses a combination of medical skills from both elves and humans. Feat:
Feat: Precise Shot (Adventurer Tier) Feat: Favored Enemy (Adventurer Tier) Feat: Tracker (Adventurer Tier) Gear::
Spear of the North 1d8– A spear given to all Oryias Sentries upon their official induction into the organization. Created using a specific type of tree that only grows in the upper altitudes of the northern mountains, the spear doesn't warp or break due to the cold wet climate of the North. Elvish Longbow 1d6– Sent to her by her father's elf house after Arayas became an Oryias Sentry. It's of a fine quality, with Elvish inscriptions along the shaft that Aryas hasn't bothered translating. Four Throwing Daggers 1d4– Used both as a deperate last resort, and often as a tool while surviving in the North. Leather Armor – Created from the hide of the White Bears. Uses a series of layers to add warmth for patrols in the north, but can be easily converted into lighter wear for when they are in more temperate locations. Medical Bag - Containing a small assortment of medicine and supplies. Uses both elvish and human medicines. 20gp Quick concept:
A half elf born of a human mother, and elf father. Arayas was seen as a way to unite to two factions of scouts in the north. Raised by her mother and visiting the elven lands on special occasions and for training she grew to trust the human faction more then the elves. She recently completed her training, and has been acting as a spy for the humans (Oryias Sentries). She's a skilled archer and medic, who is adapt at surviving in the cold. Generally friendly, and dedicated to her primary mission as a scout. She's does regret betraying the elves, but feels that it is the right thing to do.
Story:
Arayas smiled as she pulled the skin off the dead rabbit in one quick pull, the two elves across the fire clearly trying to hide their disgust. She loved teasing them with "barbaric human habbits". It always amazed her how elf wardens could spend weeks in the frost without ever hunting... just eating the same old bread and rations. "...the same old food, day in and day out..." a burly man said next to her, seemingly echoing her thoughts. He smiled broadly as Arayas placed the skinned rabbit over the fire. Rith was a burly man, even by northern human standards. White leather's and furs covered his body only his fat bearded head was uncovered. Arayas and the other Oryias Sentry beside them wore similar outfits. "Blasted elf food..." Kerane said swallowing a mouthful of the bread the two wardens had shared. Kerane, a new initiate for the Oryias Sentries had taken to emulating Rith, in mannerisms and speech. Pretty much every way he could. Except his build wasn't nearly that of Rith's. "Maybe that's why all those tree elves are so damn thin! Eating nothing but this garbage." Rith said tossing his bread into the fire in disgust. "Probably why they got slaughtered at the Battle of Lakeshore Ridge by the king's finest". The two men started to laugh. Kerane slapped Rith on the back, "Yeah, I hear they ran like a bunch of rats... took 'em weeks to..." "Enough!" Arayas said angrily. The two men stopped laughing, staring at her. Arayas scowled at them "That battle was years ago, we're working together now. No point bringing it up. And besides, I doubt either of you two were there." She reached for a piece of the elf bread, tearing off a chunk, trying to crack a smile at the two elf wardens who smiled weakly back at her. "And Rith, they don't just eat bread. You ever have an elvish feast?" "Oh, I forgot your royal highness here's got a taste for the elf life. Enjoy dancing in the trees with you're little elf friends while we're all stuck out here." Rith shot back. "I carry the same spear you do, and spend just as much time in the frost as you do. So don't even start. Or did you forget that orc pulled off you that time?" Rith grunted. "Fine..." The five of them sat around the fire in silence for what seemed like an eternity, watching the rabbit cook on the spit. Finally one of the elves started to talk. "In the morning we should move northwest... there was an orc raid nearby..." He was cut off by a loud rumbling in the distance. Kerane stood up, looking in the direction of the sound. "What was that...?" Kerane asked squinting. The rumble got closer and closer, the ground shaking. The ground ahead displaced as something moved under it. "Frost Wurm!" Rith yelled out. Everyone moved towards their weapons, the two humans grabbing spears, and the elves each grabbing a pair of elvish short swords. Arayas spun around, picking up her bow and quiver. The wurm moving right to the fire, seemingly attracted by the heat. The scene remained quiet for a single heartbeat before the wurm shot through the ground, the force and debris knocking everyone back into the snow. Arays rolled back, snow soaking through the tiny gaps in the stitching of her armour. Looking up she could see the wurm towering over her, spinning slowly around sizing up it's dazed opponents. She watched it breathing deeply, as the large head of the wurm moved between each of the stunned humanoids. Finally it smashed down onto one of the Elf wardens. She could hear his screams as she used the chance to grab her bow. The panicked cries of the other warriors rang in her ears as they started shout frantic orders to one another. "Kerane, Rith... attack on my command. We'll distract it. Arayas, attack it's head!" the remaining elf yelled loudly, taking control of the situation. Arayas spun around notching an arrow. The scene in front of her was chaos. Their equipment lay scattered about the snow, blood staining the snow near where the first warden fell. The two sentries with their spears at the ready and the warden with his swords drawn frantically looked at her, then the wurm. "Now!" The two spearmen skillfully pushed their spears into the beast, while the warden closes the distance with his swords. The swords were a clear disadvantage in an engagement like this as he was forced to close the gap. The beast roared in pain as the spears found their mark. Arayas aimed breathing deeply, letting the string slide off her fingers firing the bow as her elvish father had taught her. The arrow flew forward hitting the beast in one of it's eyes. Causing it the thrash, snow and dirt flying all around. The elf warden finally in range, moved quickly and gracefully, a series of slashes and cuts tearing through the wurm's tough skin. The wurm focused on him, smashing down again, his teeth finding their target impaling the elf. Arayas notched another bow, firing again in the beast's head, near where the elf fought for his life. The arrow hit, penetrating deep, causing the wurm to fall with a crash dead. Arayas ran to the wounded elf, tossing her bow to the ground. She slid beside him, the wurm's foul stench stinging her nostrils. "It'll be alright, it'll be alright..." she reassured the warden, almost completely out of breath. "Rith, my medicine bag..." She moved her hands onto one of the warden's wounds, where a large tooth stuck through. Turning back she saw Rith slowly sauntering up, spear in one hand, medicine bag in the other. "Hurry Rith!" She yelled keeping her hand pressed to the wound. "Why?" "He's dying!" She screamed at him. "So?" Rith said finally reaching her, still gripping the bag. "He's not going to make it..." he knelt down beside her, "And besides, they're not our allies. You know they're working against us..." "But still..." She said reaching for the bag, "They're... they're... they're still..." Arayas pulled the bag from Rith's hands. Digging for a vial. She knew he was right... there was nothing she could do. Finding a small yellow vial she opened it placing it to the warden's lips. "For the pain..." she said quietly. She stayed beside him, holding the wound, knowing she couldn't do anything for a few more minutes, until she finally felt him stop breathing. "Come on, you did good... you're a damn good sentry." Rith said as helped her up, "Come on, let's go girl... Wurms tend to follow each other's trails..." The two of them picked up what equipment they could find, slowly walking away from the scene. Arayas using her sleeve to wipe tears from her away. Kerane stood looking over the scene puzzled. "Don't see what the big deal is... just a couple of dead elves."
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