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Combat Casting
Extra Channel
Selective Channeling

Northern Ancestry - One of your parents came from the North, and the tales of the frozen lands at the top of the world that you grew up listening to excited your imagination. Alternatively, maybe one of your ancestors passed on the blood of some frost-rimed creature. You feel most alive during the chill of winter, and as a child, you spent hours playing in the snow. You rarely feel the cold, and you’ve always had a restless longing to travel north. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Fortitude saves, as well as cold resistance 2; this resistance does not stack with cold resistance gained from any other source.

Devoted Healer - Whenever you take 20 on a Heal check to treat deadly wounds, you restore an additional 1d4 hit points to those you aid.

Diplomacy +9 (4 ranks, 3 class, 2 Cha)
Heal +11 (4 ranks, 3 class, 4 Wis)
Kn (History) +5 (2 ranks, 3 class)
Kn (Planes) +5 (2 ranks, 3 class)
Sense Motive +11 (4 ranks, 3 class, 4 Wis)

Good Aura
Channel Energy 2d6 7/day DC 13
Domains:
Healing
Rebuke Death: You can touch a living creature as a standard action, healing it for 1d4 points of damage plus 1 for every two cleric levels you possess. You can only use this ability on a creature that is below 0 hit points. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

Liberation
Liberation: You have the ability to ignore impediments to your mobility. For a number of rounds per day equal to your cleric level, you can move normally regardless of magical effects that impede movement, as if you were affected by Freedom of Movement. This effect occurs automatically as soon as it applies. These rounds do not need to be consecutive.

1,238 gp, 15 sp, MW Cold Iron Morningstar, Light Crossbow, 20 Bolts, MW Chain Mail, Heavy Steel Shield, Backpack, Bedroll, Winter Blanket, Flint & Steel, Trail Rations (6), 50' Silk Rope, Healer's Kit, Waterskin, Silver Holy Symbol of Milani, Flask of Holy Water, Cold Weather Outfit, Snowshoes, Potion of Cure Light Wounds, Potion of Endure Elements, Heavy Horse, Bit & Bridle, Riding Saddle, 2 Potions of Cure Moderate Wounds, 2 Scrolls of Cure Moderate Wounds, Saddlebags, *Crowbar, *Cleric's Vestments, *Grappling Hook, *Hammer, *5 Pitons, *10 Torches

*=In Saddlebags

Growing up in Irrisen was tough enough. When Cylina's father died of frostbite in her early childhood, it grew harder. Her mother eked out just enough food to keep starvation at bay on the small plot of cold earth the family owned, but Cylina and her two brothers were forced at an early age to take on any work or job they could manage to help out their mom as her health began to fail under the harsh conditions of the endless Irriseni winter.

The trio of children, now teenagers, became more capable, but even the lessened demands on Cylina's mother couldn't stave off death, and she passed when the young woman was 16. Her brothers headed off to work in the mines of Wintercrux province with promises to send some of their wages home, while Cylina stayed in the house she had grown up in, continuing to try to make it work while secretly nursing a bitter hatred of the Winter Witches and the endless winter that caused so much suffering.

One did not speak out against the witches, however, if you didn't wish to invite scrutiny and death, so Cylina kept it inside. Until one day, when a young woman (though older than Cylina by a decade) came to her door, begging to be let inside. The mysterious woman had several bloody wounds on her person, and a white cloud on the horizon marked where riders were coming in. Blue eyes hardened with resolve, and Cylina allowed the woman inside, ushering her to a corner while she went back out the door and carefully placed fresh snow over the blood-covered entryway.

Cylina then went about her daily chores, keeping her calm under pressure as the Witch Queen's minions asked if a wounded woman had come through. She assured them the woman hadn't, and they moved on to another home in the small village. Later, Cylina learned that the woman's name was Magni, and she was a member of a resistance group dedicated to the end of the eternal winter and dominion of the Witch Queen's in Irrisen. The woman refused to allow Cylina to join, citing her youth and inexperience, but promised to come back and check in on the young woman.

Cylina was despondent after Magni left, desperate to make a difference and actually fight back against the endless winter and those that maintained it. Impotent, she wept and prostrated herself, the burdens of her hard life, the deaths of her parents, her brothers leaving to perhaps never return, almost too much to bear. She felt sorry for herself, surely, but more of her miserable mood was due to wanting to make a difference about these things, to break the cycle of suffering.

She was granted a vision, a rose of vibrant red color slowly creeping out of a ice-rimmed crack in a stone-colored street. All around was gray and white, but the rose was defiantly colorful as it crept upwards. Cylina awoke, and through the next few months grew to know the goddess Milani, the patroness of those who fought against oppression. Thankful, the young woman was an eager and passionate student, learning to harness and channel the sliver of power her goddess granted her as she thought about how to help those around her.

Cylina finally decided that until Magni returned, if ever she did, the newly-minted priestess would assist others as best she could. Not knowing of where to start, she signed on with caravans traveling to neighboring countries, both helping to gather valuable foodstuffs to alleviate the hunger that an endless winter inevitably brought, and to view the inhabitants of these lands and how they carried themselves. Her latest expedition was nearly complete, with the small troupe headed towards the village of Waldsby. Yet another tiny hamlet that surely suffered under the cruel hands of the winter witches. While filled with pride at helping such a community, it always hurt her to see the pale, determined faces in such places, resigned to living in the harsh conditions.

Cylina stands tall for a woman at 5'8", and is a solidly put together 160 lbs. She has an attractive face with dark blue eyes that contrast sharply with her pale skin and flame-red thick hair that falls down her back. She usually speaks animatedly when talking with friends, frequently gesturing as she speaks. Her speech is crisp and clear, though her Common is sharply accented.

Cylina's disposition is usually mild, though she abhors tyranny and bullying. She is quick to anger in the face of such things. Cylina is always willing to help those in need, though she also attempts to teach those she helps as she does so that they can fend for themselves. Though she has become acclimated to the bitter and unending cold of the land, she dreams of a day when the colors of spring seep through the ice and snow.