About Daniel ValirosStatistics:
Male Human Ranger (Infiltrator) 2
N Medium Humanoid (Human) Init +5; Senses Perception +6 ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC 21, touch 13, flat-footed 18 ( 2Dex+2Shield+6Armor+1dodge) hp 21(2d10+4) Fort +4, Ref +4, Will +3 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed 30 ft. Melee
Cold Iron Cestus: 19-20x2 B/P
Gladius: +6/+5 19-20x2 S/P
Ranged
Skills: 6+1 (7)/level *ACP
*ACP applies to these skills
Languages Common, elven,
Misc Gear: MwK backpack, belt pouch, sunrod(3), torch (5), waterskin (3), rations (20), caltrops (3), Grappling hook, 100ft silk rope, lantern, oil(24oz), CLW potion (2), Alchemical Items:
Money 93 GP 0 SP 0 CP Favored Enemy: Undead
Background:
Daniel never knew his father. His father had died long ago, his mother was, to say the least, an outcast in Ustalov. She was different, she had golden eyes, silvery markings and fiery red hair, put simply she was beautiful, especially to Daniel’s late father. The only thing Daniel had to remember his father was a shield, a steel kite shield larger than he was as a child. It had spikes on the center in the shape of some symbol. His mother always told him that his father had been a brave, strong man, that he often protected the towns in the area with this very shield even if they did shun him. Daniel grew up hearing tales of how his father defeated undead, beasts, even dreadful vampires and how whenever he entered town many of the folk would lock themselves in their homes, save the inn keeper, and a fellow named lorrimar. He would be able to purchase the necessities they needed from these fine folk that knew of his work and of his mother. Eventually she said Lorrimar contacted Daniel’s father about working together on something. It wasn’t long after that that Daniel’s father never returned; only his shield and armor was brought back, polished and clean. Lorrimar would often visit the family after that, bringing food and other things as the town now called Daniel's mother a witch, their fear of his father pushing her further to the outskirts of town, isolating them. It wasn’t a bad life however, Daniel would often play outside with his father’s shield, pretending to bash the ‘bad guys’ when he wasn’t helping his mother tend the small farm outside their cottage. Alas, it wasn’t to last, one dark stormy night when Daniel was 14 their small house was attacked by several undead. The zombies bashed the door in as he and his mother were sitting at the table near the fire. Daniel stood frozen in fear at the sight of the creatures. He stood by and watched his mother manage kill one with a blazing torch. He continued to stare as the remaining 3 brought her down and slowly, bloodily, ripped her apart. He stood staring for what seemed like hours as the creatures tore at his mother when, finally, something snapped. He grabbed his father’s shield and bashed one of the beasts heads to pulp, the other two turned on him, ones claw bouncing off his shield, the others drawing a deep gash across the side of his face. Daniel backed up slowly, the creatures strikes slamming into the shield. Daniel grew scared, he was gonna die. But then something welled up in him again, as it had before. He threw himself and his shield into the zombies pushing them back, he brought the shield around and used its edge to slice clean through one of the zombies neck's. He then picked up the burning torch his mother had dropped and shoved it down the last zombies throat, knocking him into the fire pit scattering blazing logs all about the cabin. Later, Daniel stood outside the burning house, staring at the flames. Saying a last farewell to his mother as she, and his childhood, burned. Daniel stood there for what seemed ages until Lorrimar finally arrived. Panting he asked Daniel what had happened. Daniel told him, in a voice devoid of feeling. The Prof. sat and listened with a deep sad expression on his face. Daniel ended his story with one sentence.
You know, if you had been stronger like your father, those zombies wouldn’t have been any problem. You need to be stronger. For a month the prof. assaulted Daniel with phrases like this. And Daniel agreed. He needed to be stronger, he decided he would never let someone he loved die in front of him again. Eventually the Prof. Managed to contact an old friend of Daniel’s father. A ranger in the forests north of here, he would take the young man in, teach him what he could, and hopefully instill in him the same morals that Daniel’s father held so dear. As a whole, it would be successful. The lad wouldn’t learn about any weapon he couldn’t use with his father’s shield, in the end, he chose the Cestus as one of his preferred weapons. A weapon that allowed him to grip his shield in both hands when times called for it, and use both when they called for that. Many of the morals he father held were passed to the child. But he always struggled with ignorance, particularly that of the folk of Ustalov. He would always find himself asking if they deserved to be protected, why he shouldn’t leave them to their fate. Why had his father been too stalwart in protecting them? He understood fighting evil, protecting the people of the world against its dark encroaches. He understood, and accepted that if in so doing, he himself was labeled a monster. He could handle that, but the pure xenophobic culture of Ustalov always wore on the lad. The burning cottage, a seared image in his mind, always flickering its way back into his mind, haunting him, reminding him of the cost of his weakness, and the cost of a closed, and xenophobic mind. The scar from that long ago encounter, a permanent physical reminder of the cost of indecision and fear. Shield- Dragon's Wrath,
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