About Callix Ingritdottir
Callix Ingritdottir is the daughter of Ingrit Astridottir, a former Blackraven -- which is to say, an Ulfen witch-hunter from the Lands of the Linnorm Kings.
As a Blackraven, Ingrit was a member of a small raiding warband dedicated less to guarding the Irrisen border and more with raiding into the Verge to take back what the witches and trolls had stolen -- especially Ulfen children. Ingrit's warband was largely successful in their missions, rescuing a few score children and killing a few dozen giants and even a handful of the cursed witches... ...until it wasn't. They had no idea what was to come -- it was just another raid, rescuing children before they could be turned into those horrible hut-things, when they ran into not just a witch, but one who claimed to be a Daughter of Baba Yaga herself. The fight was brutal, the witch's magic more than a match for the steel and prayers to Torag. Ingrit managed to injure the witch, who spat out a curse at her before retreating to heal... but not before her fellows were destroyed.
The curse followed Ingrit back to Trollheim, with dozens of those porcelain dolls chasing after her, coming in waves each night until finally, having no choice, she was sent away - for everyone's safety. First by magic, then by sea, far to the south where the curse could not reach her. Ingrit knew she could never return to avenge her companions to break the curse... but when her daughter was born seven moons later, Ingrit knew she had another weapon to turn against the witches.
Callix was born in Oppara, the daughter of a foreigner and one of the unbearded -- although, thanks to coin from the North and her mother's skill at arms, her childhood was somewhat more privileged than most. Her mother, true to her intent, spent years grooming her daughter to take up the fight - to avenge the fallen and break the curse, filling the girl's head with stories of the brave, noble warriors and the beauty of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. Callix was educated, and trained to fight with axe, shield, hammer and blade... until, finally, when she was fourteen, the weight of her mother's expectations, the repeated litany about her "destiny" and her "mission" grew to be too much, and Callix began to rebel -- cutting her hair and dressing in the Southern style, setting aside the training with weapons, and abandoning the ideals of Torag and Gorum -- embracing, instead, the lifestyle that a large city could offer a fair maiden with a coinpouch.
To say that her mother disapproved would be an understatement, and Ingrit tried to press the girl harder... only succeeding in driving her daughter further away, until Callix left home at seventeen, taking up with a dashing young rogue named Nolus. Nolus was the son of a Knight, with just enough rank to be allowed to grow a short goatee, just enough coin to spend five or six nights a week at a taphouse raising tankards in the name of Cayden Cailean, and just enough skill with his rapier to back up his extreme confidence and arrogance, especially when he was into his cups. Callix loved the freedom of Nolus' lifestyle, where there was no constant talk of mission and destiny, where choices were her own, and the farthest she needed to plan ahead was figuring out how to get back to Nolus' loft when the lot of them could barely walk a straight line. During the day, Nolus would teach her the finer points of dueling with a light blade, or she would spend time at the taphouse, listening to bards or speaking to the owners - who were actually the faithful of the Accidental God. She truly began to find herself there, somehow, in those days, as the mixture of the training she chose for herself, the tales of the bards in the taphouses, the longer, more serious talks with the owners during the day all seemed to awaken something in her - giving her a sense, finally, of who she might actually be.
Unfortunately, that sense also made her have to face the reality of who Nolus was, the petty cruelties he embraced as due to his rank, station and skill with the blade. These began to grate on Callix, somehow worse than the pressures her mother had placed on her, until, one day, when Nolus pushed an unbearded for not getting out of his way, Callix pushed back. Nolus was not prepared for this, especially not from the tart he'd been keeping, but his ego would not allow him to back down, certainly not in front of others. When Callix wouldn't back down or apologize, he drew steel, and she met it, drawing first blood. Nolus' shouts in defeat were cruel, comparing her to the others that had come before her and were happening behind her back -- but Callix just dropped her weapons and walked away, returning to the flat one last time and leaving everything he'd ever bought her: clothing, jewels, even weapons. She left with the garish clothes and the Ulfen weapons she'd arrived with, and felt a strange peace within herself for having done so... and more, a sense of acceptance, even approval, for her actions.
It was that sense of approval that really resonated in Callix, as she realized that such a sense had truly been missing all her life - never having gotten it from her mother, her tutors, and certainly not from Nolus.
Having no other place to go -- certainly not returning to her mother's home -- Callix headed to the taphouse where she'd spent so many days speaking to the owners. They agreed to take her in, giving her a job as a serving girl to pay for her room, board and to keep her in her cups, while also helping her to recognize that she'd been called by the Drunken Hero -- and that it was his approval she'd felt that night. Callix stayed with them for a full season before deciding that it was time to embrace the call, and then spent another two learning not only how to draw upon the gifts that Cayden Cailean had given her, but how to fuse Nolus' dueling style with the weapons of her childhood. Finally, a year after heading to the taphouse, Callix knew that it was time to leave - to head out on her own, to finding her own path, maybe living the sort of adventures that the bards write songs about, the sort of stories that would make her god proud of her.
Unsurprisingly, there was little room for a lone adventurer with a set of axes in Oppara, and so Callix decided to take work as a caravan guard to keep both her belly and her aleskin full. On her fourth long trip, she befriended one one of her charges, a Dwarf named Maral, who traded as much in tales and gossip as he did in spices. When Maral offered her a job as his personal guard at the end of the caravan's route, she accepted - liking the dwarf's tales, company, and spiced ale -- and somehow, also, feeling that it was the "right" decision, in a way she didn't quite understand. She followed Maral back to his home in Zimar, in Taldor's south, and after a few weeks, the two began to travel to some of the smaller towns and villages in the area.... which is how she came to find herself stuck in Heldren, drinking at the Silver Stoat, while waiting for Maral's neglected wagon to have two wheels replaced.
Special: +1 trait damage on damage rolls with the following weapons: bastard sword, battleaxe, greataxe, greatsword, handaxe, light hammer, longbow, longsword, shortbow, short sword, throwing axe, and warhammer (included, above);
Abilities: Sacred Weapons +1 (4/rounds a day).
Base Atk: +3, CMB: +4
Fate's Favoured (Faith)
Weapon Training (Racial: Human, Ulfen)
Selected Feats: Weapon Finesse, Slashing Grace (Throwing Axe), Additional Traits.
Skill Name [Total] = Rnk + Stat + Misc (Description)
Climb, Craft, Diplomacy, Handle Animal, Heal, Intimidate, Knowledge (religion, engineering); Profession, Ride, Sense Motive, Spellcraft, Survival, Swim
MAGIC (Concentration: +6, CL 4)
Prepared Spells (4 -- 4/2/-/-/-/-)
Level 0: (DC 12) Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Resistance.
Level 1: (DC 13) Bless, Divine Favour (x2), Shield of Faith.
Level 2: (DC 14) Sound Burst, Summon Monster II.
Aura of Chaos (Ex) You project a strong chaotic aura.
Aura of Good (Ex) You project a strong good aura.
Blessings (Su) (Good; Travel) [ooooo]
Channel Energy (Su) (DC: 14)
Channeling energy causes a burst that affects all creatures of one type (either undead or living) in a 30-foot radius centered on the warpriest. The amount of damage dealt or healed is equal to the amount listed in the fervor ability. Creatures that take damage from channeled energy must succeed at a Will saving throw to halve the damage. The save DC is 10 + 1/2 the warpriest’s level + the warpriest’s Wisdom modifier. Creatures healed by channeled energy cannot exceed their maximum hit point total—all excess healing is lost. A warpriest can choose whether or not to include himself in this effect.
Fervor (Su) (4/day oooo -- 1d6)
By expending one use of this ability, a good warpriest (or one who worships a good deity) can touch a creature to heal it of 1d6 points of damage, plus an additional 1d6 points of damage for every 3 warpriest levels he possesses above 2nd (to a maximum of 7d6 at 20th level). Using this ability is a standard action (unless the warpriest targets himself, in which case it’s a swift action). Alternatively, the warpriest can use this ability to harm an undead creature, dealing the same amount of damage he would otherwise heal with a melee touch attack. Using fervor in this way is a standard action that provokes an attack of opportunity. Undead do not receive a saving throw against this damage. This counts as positive energy.
As a swift action, a warpriest can expend one use of this ability to cast any one warpriest spell he has prepared with a casting time of 1 round or shorter. When cast in this way, the spell can target only the warpriest, even if it could normally affect other or multiple targets. Spells cast in this way ignore somatic components and do not provoke attacks of opportunity. The warpriest does not need to have a free hand to cast a spell in this way.
Resistance to Cold (Ex)
Sacred Weapon (Su) [Rapier; Throwing Axe] - 1d6 (oooo)
At 4th level, the warpriest gains the ability to enhance one of his sacred weapons with divine power as a swift action. This power grants the weapon a +1 enhancement bonus. For every 4 levels beyond 4th, this bonus increases by 1 (to a maximum of +5 at 20th level). If the warpriest has more than one sacred weapon, he can enhance another on the following round by using another swift action. The warpriest can use this ability a number of rounds per day equal to his warpriest level, but these rounds need not be consecutive.
These bonuses stack with any existing bonuses the weapon might have, to a maximum of +5. The warpriest can enhance a weapon with any of the following weapon special abilities: brilliant energy, defending, disruption, flaming, frost, keen, and shock. In addition, a chaotic good warpriest can add anarchic, ghost touch, holy, and vicious.
The enhancement bonus and special abilities are determined the first time the ability is used each day, and cannot be changed until the next day. These bonuses do not apply if another creature is wielding the weapon, but they continue to be in effect if the weapon otherwise leaves the warpriest’s possession (such as if the weapon is thrown). This ability can be ended as a free action at the start of the warpriest’s turn (that round does not count against the total duration, unless the ability is resumed during the same round).
Spontaneous Casting (Ex)
Backpack, Masterwork [ Bedroll, Mess Kit, Silk Rope (50'), Aleskin, 5 Days Trail Rations; Waterskin (empty); Outfit (Traveler's) ];
Carried somewhere: 20 blocks of Blackfire Clay (can take 1 myself)
Coinpurse: [203gp; 15sp; 10 cp]
Current Weight: 57 lbs (Light)