About Esta VyrelianStats:
Female half-elf witch (Hedge Witch) 5
CG Medium humanoid (half-elf) Init +8; Senses Perception +10 (+12 w/ Oolong); Low Light Vision -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 HP 25 (3d6+5) Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +6 (+7 vs. enchantment) Immune Sleep -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee Quarterstaff +0 (1d6 -1 B) Ranged Light Crossbow +3 (1d8 19-20 P) Special Attacks Hexes (Cackle; Fortune; Healing; Misfortune) 3rd—Heroism 2nd—Cure Moderate Wounds, Glitterdust, Lesser Restoration, Remove Fear 1st—Burning Hands, Command, Cure Light Wounds, Ear Piercing Scream, Enlarge Person, Ill Omen, Mage Armor, Obscuring Mist, Sleep Patron Healing -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 8 (-1), Dex 14 (+2), Con 12 (+1), Int 19 (+4), Wis 14 (+2), Cha 10 (+0) Base Atk +2; CMB +0; CMD 12 Feats Skill Focus (Perception), Improved Initiative, Extra Hex, Alertness (+2 bonus on Perception and Sense Motive skill checks when Oolong is near. If 10 or more ranks in one of these skills, the bonus increases to +4 for that skill) Traits Chance Savior; Precise Treatment (use your Int. modifier when making Heal checks instead of Wis. modifier) Skills Heal +12, Knowledge (Arcana) +11, Knowledge (History) +11, Knowledge (Nature) +11, Knowledge (Planes) +11, Perception +10, Spellcraft +11 Languages Common, Dwarven, Elven, Gnome, Skald, Varisian SQ Arcane Training, Cantrips, Elf Blood, Keen Senses, Spontaneous Healing Other Gear Witch’s kit; 20 bolts; 122 gp Familiar:
Oolong, N Tiny magical beast (Fox)
Init +2; Senses Perception +8; Low Light Vision, Scent -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 14, flat-footed 13 HP 12 (3 HD) Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +1 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 40 ft. Melee Bite +1 (1d3-1) Space 2-½ ft.; Reach 0 ft. -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 9 (-1), Dex 15 (+2), Con 13 (+1), Int 7 (-2), Wis 12 (+0), Cha 6 (-2) Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 9 (13 vs. trip) Feats Skill Focus (Perception) Skills Acrobatics +2 (+10 when jumping), Perception +8, Stealth +10, Survival +1 (+5 scent tracking) SQ Alertness, Deliver Touch Spells, Empathic Link, Improved Evasion, Share Spells Stored Spells 0 level—all 1st level—Burning Hands, Command, Cure Light Wounds, Ear Piercing Scream, Enlarge Person, Ill Omen, Mage Armor, Obscuring Mist, Remove Fear, Sleep 2nd level—Blindness/Deafness, Lesser Restoration, Cure Moderate Wounds, Glitterdust, Summon Swarm 3rd level—Heroism, Silver Darts Witch Spells Prepared:
(CL 4th; concentration +7) 0 level (4/day)— Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Read Magic 1st level (4/day)—Burning Hands, Burning Hands, 2nd level (3/day)—Glitterdust, Lesser Restoration, 3rd level (3/day)— Backstory:
Born on the outskirts of the Shudderwood near Chastel, Esta Vyrelian grew up poor but well loved by her human mother and elven father. They grew crops and raised animals on their modest plot of land, venturing into town when they could to sell their products at the market. Little Esta would always tag along, hoping to make a friend. The other adults at the market, however, found her sweet but somehow… unnatural, and so they did their best to keep their own children from the strange, spirited half-elf child. Wanting to protect their daughter from the stares and whispers of others, her parents kept her secluded for the most part, save for those occasional trips to the market. Her childhood was lonely and largely uneventful, until one night when she was 16. As the family went about their nightly routine, closing gates and locking away their animals, a swarm of undead stumbled from the nearby trees and quickly overwhelmed Esta’s parents. She managed to slip away, hiding in the house as she listened to the moans of the undead and the screams of her parents. After the small horde shambled away, Esta scrambled back outside to find her parents lying broken and unresponsive in pools of their blood. Throwing herself to her knees next to them, she frantically tried to shake them awake, helplessly calling out for help—there was no help to be had, however, as the nearest house to them was a mile or so away. Frustrated, she screamed to the sky, calling out in tears and desperation for any powers that may have been listening to come to her aid. There was a flare of blinding white light, and when is dissipated her hands were glowing with a faint white warmth. Without thinking, she placed her hands over the worst of her mother’s wounds and instinctively… pushed the energy into her. Watching the wounds close she choked out a laugh, moving to her father and doing the same. As they stabilized and came back into consciousness, Esta sat back on her heels, staring in wonder at the dying glow of her hands. The next morning she healed the rest of her parents’ wounds. Over the next few days, she began discovering other new tricks—setting fire to her hands without any pain, creating clouds of dense mist, and the ability to put things to sleep, among others. As she wandered through the nearby woods experimenting with her newfound powers, she was approached by a red fox. Slowly she crouched down, extending her hand gently for it to sniff. Instead it simply sat in front of her, wrapping its tail around itself as it stared at her with unusually intelligent eyes. Staring back, she knew—somehow just knew—that this fox was now a part of her. There was an instant bond between them, unquestionable and profound. From that day on, the fox, which she named Oolong, accompanied her wherever she went. The more Esta learned of her new powers, the more certain she became of one thing—aside from her parents, there was nothing for her in the small cabin by the woods anymore. But there was all of Ustalav to see, and plenty of people that she could help. And so she packed a modest knapsack, spent one last day and night spending time with her parents, and left her childhood home, making her way towards nowhere in particular. Years passed as she traveled around the country, uneventful but exhilarating as she healed those in need with the gift she’d been so generously given. Then one day as she walked down a tree lined dirt road, she heard a moan not too far ahead of her. Rushing ahead, she found a man propped up against a tree, his hand clutching a large, bloody wound in his stomach. She crouched beside him, pulling his hand away as she offered comforting words, and placed a glowing hand to his side. As the wound closed, the man’s gasps and moans of pain subsided, and were replaced with relieved laughs. As she helped him to his feet, he thanked her, introducing himself only as Professor Lorrimer from Ravengro, and stated that he would never forget her and the help she provided him. Some time passed, and as Esta was finally making her way towards Ravengro, she was intercepted by a courier with a letter. It was from Professor Lorrimer’s estate, informing her, for some reason, of his death and requesting that she make her way to the town. She wasn’t sure why she would be summoned for this, though the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if it had something to do with their brief encounter. She also wasn’t sure she’d make it to the town by the specified date, but she was already on her way, so the least she could do was pick up the pace and try.
Appearance:
At 22 years old, Esta’s lithe frame stands at 5-feet, 4-inches. Her skin is pale, her pleasant face lightly dusted with freckles, and her thick, shoulder length hair is a pure, bright white. In stark contrast, her eyes are a clear, vibrant forest green. She wears worn, dyed black leather boots, a tattered ankle-length skirt of black and green linen, and a worn black leather bodice over a black, long sleeved blouse. She also dons a full length, battered black hooded cloak, though in its state it's more for personal comfort than utility. An old leather knapsack, strap slung over her chest, is all she needs to carry her few belongings, and it never leaves her side. Personality:
All Esta wants to do is help others, especially the less fortunate. Help others, and make friends. Unfortunately, she is torn between desperately wanting to be accepted by others, and being inherently guarded around strangers. She’s twitchy and nervous around those she is unfamiliar with, yet can be friendly and endearing. Despite (or perhaps because of) her sheltered upbringing, she’s thick skinned and resilient, and once you gain her trust, you'll be hard pressed to find anyone more loyal. She’s not the most educated, but is more experienced and knowledgeable than meets the eye, and is eager to learn and experience new things. |
