About Falaja
Falaja Shadowsong
Female half-orc cleric of Artemis 5
CG Medium humanoid (human, orc)
Init +7; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +4
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Defense
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AC 13, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+3 Dex)
hp 40 (5d8)
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +8
Defensive Abilities orc ferocity
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Ranged longbow +2 (1d8/×3)
Special Attacks channel positive energy 4/day (DC 13, 2d6), wooden fists (+2, 7 rounds/day)
Domain Spell-Like Abilities (CL 5th; concentration +9)
. . 7/day—rebuke death (1d4+2)
Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 5th; concentration +9)
. . 3rd—create food and water, cure serious wounds[D], water breathing
. . 2nd—aid, cure moderate wounds[D], delay poison, spiritual weapon
. . 1st—bless, comprehend languages, cure light wounds[D], detect evil, shield of faith
. . 0 (at will)—detect poison, purify food and drink (DC 14), stabilize, virtue
. . D Domain spell; Domains Plant, Healing
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Statistics
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Str 10, Dex 16, Con 9, Int 14, Wis 18, Cha 12
Base Atk +3; CMB +3; CMD 16
Feats Improved Initiative, Magical Aptitude, Self-sufficient
Traits adopted, caretaker, - custom trait -
Skills Appraise +7, Diplomacy +7, Heal +15, Intimidate +3, Linguistics +7, Sense Motive +10, Spellcraft +12, Survival +6; Racial Modifiers +2 Intimidate
Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Elven, Orc,
SQ blessing of the faithful, bonded holy symbol (longbow), domain mastery, orc blood, secondary domain (plant), spell-only domain ()
Other Gear magic breastplate +1, magic longbow +1, Quiver of Filling, Staff of Vines, Robe of Infinite Twine, Handy Haversack, cloak, shoes
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Special Abilities
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Bonded Holy Symbol (Longbow) (1/day) (Su) Can cast one extra spell/day with bonded item.
Cleric: Domain (Healing) Granted Powers: Your touch staves off pain and death, and your healing magic is particularly vital and potent. (this is just an overall description of the domain, not an actual power)
Cleric Domain (Plant) Granted Powers: You find solace in the green, can grow defensive thorns, and can communicate with plants. (this is also just an overall description of the domain, not an actual power. since you can't communicate with plants despite the description, your 3rd level plant domain spell is speak with plants instead of plant growth)
Cleric: Channel Positive Energy 3d6 (4/day, DC 13) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white only).
Domain Mastery Can use normal spells to prepare from the domain list, and can choose different domain spells available each day
Orc Blood Half-orcs count as both humans and orcs for any effect related to race.
Orc Ferocity (1/day) If brought below 0 Hp, can act as though disabled for 1 rd.
Rebuke Death (7/day) (Sp) As a standard action, touch heals 1d4+2 dam to negative HP target.
Wooden Fists +2 (7 rounds/day) (Su) Unarmed attacks are lethal, do not provoke AoO, and gain +2 damage.
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Born to a female Orc after she was recovered alive from a battlesite, Falaja was left out in the forest to die. Her mother had been raped while unconcious by a human warrior. The thought of a human male having touched her made the young Orc woman determined to end the pregnancy. Only the Shaman of her clan stopped her. He'd seen a vision and knew the child must be born. Nothing could make her keep the female child that was born, however, and the midwifes' assistant took the baby out to the forest when the mother turned her back on what she saw as her shame.
When the assistant had gone, Sorom Dreamtaker came out from hiding and gathered up the tiny, silent bundle. He looked into dark eyes that had opened when he picked her up. "Falaja," he said gently. "You will be known as Falaja." He set out toward a nearby human settlement where he was known by the village healer.
Claire Shadowsong opened the door in answer to the short, sharp rap. "Sorom Dreamtaker, what brings ye to my door this night?" she asked opening the door wider and ushering him in. A squeak from the bundle he bore kindled her curiosity even more. The shaman turned to her and held out the bundle, which began to squirm slightly. She automatically reached to take it from him and only belatedly realized she might have made a mistake. Adjusting the bundle to a proper hold, she flipped up the warm cloth covering what she assumed was the head. "Gaia bless us!", she exclaimed, "Where is the mother of this child?" Sorom replied, "She refused her.", he replied. "And why do you bring her to me?" Claire asked with a touch of exasperation to her voice. The shaman replied, "Because you have contacts here and this child has need of a mother." Claire made to hand back the child, but the old shaman put his hands behind his back and stepped away. Claire sputtered, "I'm too bedamned old to be raising a child, Sorom! Find someone in your clan to take her. She's no more likely to be accepted here than with her birth people." Sorom shook his head, a look of sorrow on his tusked face. An old battlescar pinched above his broad brow as his head bent. "With the rejection of her mother, she was left in the forest to die. Our females seldom keep such children of war, regarding them as proof of their shame." His large forefinger reached to gently touch the cheek of the child. He looked back to the village healer. "I saw this child in a vision. She will be a great healer and warrior when she achieves adulthood. Take her to the Priestesses of your warrior goddess, the ones who heal as well." He looked again to the baby, who had gripped as much of his finger as her tiny hand could fit around, "She will need all the knowledge and training she can get." Claire sighed with resignation. "I cannot argue with your visions, old friend. Stay here with her for a time while I go see about getting supplies for tonight. I'll take her to the Temple of Artemis in the morning." As she grabbed a cloak and opened the door to leave she turned back to ask another question, "Has the little one a name?" Sorom nodded, "I have called her Falaja."
21 years later:
