About Brolma Emberrock
Level 5 Cleric of Ismaea (N)
Str 10
Dex 10
Con 14
Int 12
Wis 16
Cha 14
F/R/W 8/3/8
HP = 8+10+4d8 ⇒ (6, 5, 5, 6) = 22=40
Feats: Extra Channel, Quick Channel, Warrior Priest
Channel 3+2+2=7
Domains: Ash and Memory
(Fire Bolt (Sp)
As a standard action, you can unleash a scorching bolt of divine fire from your outstretched hand. You can target any single foe within 30 feet as a ranged touch attack with this bolt of fire. If you hit the foe, the fire bolt deals 1d6 points of fire damage + 1 point for every two cleric levels you possess. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.)
{Recall (Su): With a touch, you can cause a creature to recall some bit of forgotten lore or information. The creature can retry any Knowledge skill check it has made within the past minute, gaining a insight bonus on the check equal to your Wisdom modifier. You can use this ability a number times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.}
Spells Per Day:
0 - 4 (Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Resistance)
1 - 4 + 1 (bless, sanctuary, protection from evil, open slot, Burning Hands)
2 - 4 + 1 (produce flame, lesser restoration, grace, open slot,
3 - 2 + 1 (fireball, prayer, stone shape)
Traits: Focused Mind, Child of the Temple
Gear: 10500 gp
Skills (Ranks 2+1*5+5=20)
Appraise 1, Diplomacy 1, Heal 1, Knowledge (arcana) 2, Knowledge (history) 1, Knowledge (nobility) 1, Knowledge (planes) 1, Knowledge (religion) 1, Linguistics 1, Perception 2, Sense Motive 1, Spellcraft 5 Stealth 2
Description: Black eyes and tightly braided black hair riven with silver and white, Brolma focuses with intensity on everyone and everything with equal focus. She is slow to speak and tends to be elusive in her meaning, a self perceived prerequisite to knowledge: answers do not come easy.
Background:
When I came to the temple I sat by the hearth and stared in the forge, captivated in a way no other child might express. I heard a song of our people sang by our true mother in the cold dust and flickering light. I came to speak with the most quiet of the brothers and sisters, came to know the stories of the less obvious or celebrated. Always Ismaea whispered of the histories past and the flames long undone.
The ash is the heart of the diamond. The song the heart of our history. I sing it quietly for those who wish it and mark their skin with the spent flame so they remember where we come from. Whispers come to me of trouble. The heart of the earth, where the dark dust dwells and the light flickers and the song is most quiet. Will Ismaea call me there? The answer will surely come soon...
