About DanuaPremade Combat Rolls:
[dice=ASF DC 15% - :] 1d100[/dice] [dice=Defensive Casting DC 15 - Arcane Mark]1d20+9[/dice] [dice=Attack with Mi Sutoresu +Holy +Keen -Piranha Strike -SS/SC:] 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 5 - 2 - 1[/dice]
[dice=Attack with Mi Sutoresu +Holy +Keen -Piranha Strike -SS/SC:] 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 5 - 2 - 1[/dice]
[dice=Confirm Critical Hit?:] 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 5 - 2 - 1[/dice]
Special Items:
Terendelev's scale: Aura Strong (varries); CL 19th Slot none; Minor Artifact Weight -- Description:
Sacred Weaponry: Three times per day as a standard action, a scale can be used to cast align weapon, but only to make a weapon lawful or good. Unlike a normal align weapon spell, this effect can be cast on an unarmed strike or natural weapon. Destruction
Danua [Fertile one in old Sarkorian]
A myth
Everything below is a work in progress. Personality:
Suspicious and Cold - Having been betrayed more then once has led to Dauna being suspicious of everyone. Especially those that say they are her friends. Betrayal has made her cold and unkind but also very indecisive on what path to take. Determined and Driven - Interrogated, Tortured, Shunned and having survived Execution at the hands of cultists and crusaders alike hasn't dimmed Dauna's will to survive. She fights ferociously, unleashing her infernally inspired fighting ability on those that wish her harm. She works steadily forward to find ways to survive. Dreamer Having been reawakened to the idea that there was a life outside of this constant life and death struggle shes been tied up in all her life has called her back to Desna's fold. However she faces a long and twisting road filled with temptations that could pull her back down again.
Backstory:
Born in the city of Dying light before its fall she was at first toted as a symbol of prosperity and fertility by her Sarkorian people. Seen in a favored light and born under a favorable set of stars, everything went well for a time. It wasn't until her demonic heritage surfaced that she was suddenly shunned and cast out of her home city. Abandoned by everyone she had once held dear... A budding teenager with nowhere to go she did the only thing she could. She fell into a bad crowd joining the growing occult movement and fought ferociously for the cultists as they tore apart Old Sarkoris. Unleashing her anger, rage and hopelessness on those that had betrayed her. As the Crusades came and eventually petered out she continued fighting for the cultists and their demonic masters. Distinguishing herself from her peers through pure magical prowess and martial ability, though never rising the rank and file because of her inability to truly abandon herself to savagery. A part of her hated what she had become, which is what held her back, as echoes of her former life tore at her as she struck down the heroic defenders of doomed cities and crusader troops. It wasn't until she came face to face with a great Silver Dragon that her soul was shook to the core, the dragon had all the power in the world to strike her down and yet when she was at her most vulnerable the dragon halted. It had her at its mercy, pinned, powerless beneath its crushing talons and yet it showed her Mercy. Her. A cultist soldier. The dragon said something that left her wandering for days alone, lost and conflicted for the first time in years. In her aimless wandering she came across an abandoned Desnan fortress and within its crumbling walls their discovered a faith she could call her own once more. Along with items from a faith beholden to Arshea that had been abandoned. With these twin goddesses she stumbled long, affirming a faith in gods that were not as cruel as the demon lords that had cruelly abused her before. Freedom was a term she had long forgotten, so enraptured by the destruction the cult and their dark masters had instilled in her that she hadn't believed in anything else. She had naively thought that one day part of Sarkoria would be free, which only proved how naive she once was. It was during this time of new discoveries that she ran into Baphomet cultists and she knew that they would seek to take advantage of her once more. Conflicted and alone she would have easily succumbed had it not been for a fated meeting... A stranger appeared and through amazing guile whisked her away from the clutches of the cultists. So quickly in fact she was still in awe of their prowess. This chance encounter left a mark on her broken and uncertain soul as well. Though they were strangers she couldn't help be enthralled by this strange woman, who appeared to cling to her Desnan symbol as though she too were lost and adrift at sea. Traveling with the woman was awkward and Danua was often at a loss as to what to say, merely content to stare into the dark muggy sky that made up the Worldwound as they traveled. Though like two ships that passed each other in the night, they traveled for a time before suddenly parting ways. The stranger hadn't even told her name, nor did she tell her but Danua was left in the safety of a Crusader Patrol near Kenebraas. The strange woman disappearing before the Crusaders could so much as shout at them to halt. However this safety ended the moment she reached the city. She was forcefully taken by the Inquisition... The Inquisition snatched her up despite the crusaders protests and put her to the Question ruthlessly. Tortured and interrogated for days she revealed nothing more than how much pain she could resist. They cut her, scarred her scaled hide and left her to rot in a prison forgotten and alone. They stole everything from her, leaving her with nothing to cling to again. Abandoned once more. For a time she carved symbols of Desna and Arshea in the walls, begging for their grace as she suffered physical and mental abuse almost hourly as they sought to break her for information she did not have. After months of imprisonment she clawed and defaced the symbols of the two goddesses as she raged at being abandoned again. It wasn't for another month before a cultist infiltrator helped her to escape and from there she joined Baphomets cult and she aided in the fall of Kenebras. However she felt the uncertainty again, as if something tugged at her soul and called her to a higher calling. She was a mediocre cultist now, even more so than before. She was constantly berated by her superiors and abused. Being used to being on the receiving end she weathered this storm until she came upon the belongings of a recently sacrificed Desnan crusader. These items called her back to the short but peaceful time she had while wandering the worldwound. A strange bow was mixed among the belongings and when she stole the items for herself she sequestered herself in a small room to study the Eight Scrolls once more. Returning to the goddess she once thought had abandoned her. It was in this room she touched the bow and connected with an intelligence far wiser than her own. It counseled her to return to Desna, to hold to the tenants of the faith and to be more then she was. In that moment of clarity the blade sought to redeem her. Her cultist comrades found her shortly after, crying and gripping the bow and in that moment viciously attacked to harm her. She however refused to be their obedient toy anymore and struck out at her tormentors. Not once could she call them comrades. Fighting more ferociously than she had ever before as the bow and scriptures continued to uplift her fractured and broken spirit...
Appearance:
Description Standing at an impressive 6’ 5” when fully erect, but averaging around 6’ with her legs comfortably bent. She has pale skin, like freshly driven snow and always appearing to be glistening as if she were covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her skin had patches of silver scale in the right places, the parts of her that were most vulnerable to attack. These scales were more rigid towards where the center of the mass was but on the edges they were smoother and much more flexible. She was scarred in the spots where the inquisition and the cultists had cut her, scars that marred what could have been a beautiful body once. Her eyes were pale silver in color, pupiless and glowed lightly in the dark because darkness and light were the same to her. Her hair was short, with a pair of dreadlock tangles hanging on either side of her head. Her hair was a pale silvery white in color and coupled with her appearance made her stands out more exotically. A pair of horns rise up sharply from the sides of her head curving back some, making her appear more fearsome looking. Her arms, chest and body down to the sides of her hips were human in appearance and aside from scales; she had no nubs or vestigial growths like others of her kind. Standing on digitigrade legs, which ended in raptor like talons, giving her a more demonic or draconic look despite the ease with which she stood. Three claws along in front, a larger claw that tapped every now again when she was bored or irritated and a high angled heel that made it easier for her to lean forward if she needed to lunge. Despite the awkward shape of her legs she was fairly balanced. Her legs made Dauna stand taller than most humans, however she crouches down to allow herself to move more fluidly and defend herself more quickly. Stretching out behind her was a forked tail that hardly moved aside from keeping her balanced. Though with the recent change it was common to see it moving depending on her emotions at the time. She wears studded leather armor, magically enhanced to minimize the resistance on her movement and protecting her at those critical moments. The bow sits across her back comfortably, along with a small assortment of weapons on her hips. The scale of Terendelev's, mounted in a locket with the symbol of desna on its backside, rested between her breasts on the inside of her armor.
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