About Eirik Clausen
Male human monk (unchained) 11
LN medium humanoid
Init +5; Senses Perception +23
AC 27 (+5 Dex, +3 Wis, +1 dodge, +3 armor, +4 untyped, +1 deflection), touch 24 (+5 Dex, +3 Wis, +1 dodge, +4 untyped, +1 deflection), flat-footed 21 (+3 Wis, +3 armor, +4 untyped, +1 deflection)
HP 99 (11d10+22)
Fort +12 (+2 item), Ref +14 (Improved Evasion) (+2 item), Will +8 (+2 item)
Special +2 bonus on saving throws against enchantment spells and effects, immune to normal and magical diseases.
Speed 60 ft.
Melee unarmed +17 (1d10 + 1 + 1d6 (lightning) / 19-20 x2)
Melee flurry of blows (unarmed) +17/+17/+17/+12/+7 (2d8 + 1 + 1d6 (lightning) / 19-20 x2)
Ranged +16/+11 (varies)
Special Stunning fist (12 per day, DC17). Rend for extra damage if 2 or more unarmed attacks hit the target in one round. Rend causes bleed. +1 AB/Damage of the first strike in a Flurry of Blows, Disarm attemps do not provoke AoOs. Free Demoralize action after Rend. 10 rounds of Haste per day. +2 to hit & +2d6 damage against evil outsiders. Monk effective level 16 for unarmed damage and AC bonus.
Str 12, Dex 20 (+2 racial, +2 enchant), Con 16 (+2 enchant), Int 12, Wis 16 (+2 enchant), Cha 10
Base Atk +11; CMB +12/+16/+18/+20 (+2 (+4 with item) on Disarm checks, can use Dex bonus for Disarm and Trip)
Feats Blind-fighting, Boar's Ferocity, Boar Shred, Boar Style, Deflect Arrows, Disarming Strike, Dodge, Improved Critical, Improved Disarm, Improved Unarmed Strike, Stunning Fist, Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (unarmed)
Traits Historian of the Rebellion, Honored Fist of the Society
Acrobatics 19 (+3 class, +5 Dex, +11 ranks)
Languages common, skald, infernal
Gear (GP value 78900)
Stored items (held for future need back at the coffee house) (GP value 65)
Standing 6’2” tall, weighting 230lbs, Eirik’s Chelaxian blood strongly favors his family’s distant Ulfen ancestors, giving him a tall, heavy-boned, wide-shouldered body that hides a core of well-hones muscles under a portly appearance. His eyes are deep brown, his hair a lighter brown hue, worn long and woven into thumb-thick braids in an imitation of what he prefers to think the Ulfen fashion. A goatee and a wide, bushy mustache compete for the position of prominence on his chin.
Eirik prefers simple trousers and shirt of grey or black hue, soft leather boots and a knee-length, short and wide-sleeved black hooded robe, with a long strip of white cloth tied around his ample waist for a belt. For weapons, he carries with him only a pair of steel kamas.
Eirik Clausen was born in Andoran, in a small village a day’s ride from the grand city of Augustana. As the fourth child of a family of farmers struggling to make ends meet, he was sent off to a nearly monastery of Abadar to be raised and trained as a member of the Judge of the Gods’ clergy. Eirik accepted his fate solemnly – it wasn’t as if he were never to see his family again. Indeed, in the years to come he would often be allowed a few weeks from his studies and duties to help his family with the harvest.
Young Eirik took to his new duties and responsibilities seriously, enjoying the availability of knowledge and not minding the copious amount of work required of a very junior acolyte. But he never took to heart the teachings of the faith, finding in himself respect for the deity’s teachings, but little love for him and no burning fervor to follow the path of a cleric. The elders of the order saw the truth of the matter and had already decided to let Eirik go once he reached his majority and finished repaying the expenses of his education to the temple, but one master took an interest in him.
An elder mystic who in his youth had studied the way of personal perfection as preached by Irori’s followers, master Alexar took Eirik under his wing. Under his tutelage, Eirik began exploring the ways of war and proved a suitably skilled student. During the next decade, he devoted himself to mastering what Alexar chose to teach him, and availing himself to the temple complex’s library of tomes and scrolls of history and philosophy. He found himself particularly immersed in stories about the rise and fall of nations, and treaties of cultural and social development during the crucial years of a country’s birth – all too often from the ashes of another, earlier civilization. He became convinced that people progressed the most during times of duress, seeing conflict and suffering as the birthing pains of progress.
Thus, he eyed the developments across the border to the west with mixed feelings. The otherworldly presence behind the throne, the delusion of past power and glory, a child ruler on the throne, no doubt ripe to be molded and shaped by her “advisors”... could there be a country more likely fall into chaos or under the iron heel of oppression? Thus, he reasoned, in all that darkness hid a spark of true majesty, ready to be lit into roaring blaze by the very acts the authorities would no doubt seek to use to suppress it.
Eirik approached his master with his intentions, and seeing the youngster’s mind was set, Alexar at least sought to channel Eirik’s attention. The master had stayed in sporadic contact with certain Irorians he had known in his youth. He knew they lived and worked in the far-off city of Kintargo, as members of the Sacred Order of Archivists. Thus, Alexar convinced Eirik to head to that troubled city, where he at least might find some goodly folks to shelter him.
Eirik readily agreed to the suggestion and prepared for the journey, under the truthful guise of a visiting clergyman to Kintargo’s Abadar community. He had also memorized certain names and contact information to get in touch with his master’s Irorian associates once he had arrived and established himself in the religious community... but by the time he arrived, much had already changed. The iron heel of local rule had forced his master’s friends into hiding – if they were still alive in the first place. All Eirik knew that the methods of establishing communication yielded no results – and he was careful enough not to persist in his efforts, lest he attract attention of the unwanted sort.
Still, Eirik stayed in the city, for he saw in the oppression and fear fertile ground for resistance to take root. His ties to Abadar’s temple offered him some measure of legitimacy and protection, and his education and his knowledge of laws and regulations brought enough work his way to satisfy his simple needs. Indeed, he would more often than not volunteer to represent a poor convict in court for free, enjoying the chance for verbal swordplay, for no matter how oppressive the goverment was, it believed strongly int he letter of its laws.
Thus, Eirik bided his time, waiting for the spark that would light the city ablaze...
Eirik is a thoughtful soul, opposed to rash action, and a firm believer that the needs of the many trump the needs of the few and that the purpose of laws is to serve the people, not oppress them. He prefers to keep his distance and let others take the forefront of action, but even he can be pressed into action by wanton cruelty or injustice.