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Separatist Cleric of Cayden Cailean

About Falko Escheus

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FALKO ESCHEUS
Male Human (Chelaxian Descent) Separatist Cleric (1) of Cayden Cailean
NG, M, Humanoid
Init +2; Senses Perception +8
Languages Common (Taldan), Chelaxian.

DEFENSE
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (armor +5, dex +2)
HP 12 (1d8 +3 (Toughness) + 1 (Con)); DR --
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5
Immune
Resist
Spcl Def. Channel Energy (4/day, 1d6)

OFFENSE
Speed 30 (Medium Armor + Travel Domain)
Melee Longspear +3 (1d8+4; 20/x3) reach
Melee 2-h Heavy Mace +3 (1d8+4; 20/x2)
Range Javelin +2 (1d6+3; 20/x2 inc. 30 ft, P)
Spcl Att. Spellcasting (CL 1, Concentration d20+CL+Wis).
Memorized Spells
1 (1+1+1, DC 14): divine favor, bless + longstrider // disguise self // CLW
0 (3, DC 13): detect magic, light, create water

OTHER
Str 16, Dex 14, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 12; (25-pt buy, Human +2 Wis)
BAB +0 ; CMB +3; CMD 15
Feats H-Combat reflexes (3 AoOs), 1-Toughness.
Traits Fate’s Favored (+1 to luck bonus received), Eyes and Ears of the City (Perception), Child of Infamy (Perform (Act).
Skills (Cleric 2, Human 1, FC 1, Background 2) x 1 lvl
ACP -4
Appraise (Int) +0 = 0+0(+3)*
Bluff (Chr) +5 = 1+1+3 domain
Craft (Int) — = 0+0(+3)*
Diplomacy (Chr) +1 = 0+1(+3)*
Disguise (Chr) +1 = 0+1(+3) domain
Heal (Wis) +3 = 0+3(+3)*
Knowledge (nobility) (Int) +4 = 1+0+3*
Knowledge (planes) (Int) — = 0+0(+3)*
Knowledge (religion) (Int) +4 = 1+0+3*
Linguistics (Int) — = 0+0(+3)*
Perception (Wis) +8 = 1+3+3+1 trait
Perform (Act) (Chr) +6 = 1+1+3+1 trait
Profession (Wis) — = 0+3(+3)*
Sense Motive (Wis) +7 = 1+3+3*
Spellcraft (Int) — = 0+0(+3)*
Stealth (Dex) +2 = 0+2(+3) domain
* cleric class skills
Languages Common (Taldan), Chelaxian.
SQ Orisons, Domains (Travel, Trickery). Agile Feet (FrAct, 1 round, 6/day), Copycat (MvAct, 1 round, 6/day)

EQUIPMENT
Starting Gold: 440 GP (trait); Spent: 111.54 GP
Worn or carried gear
-Scalemail (50 gp, 30 lbs)
-Longspear (5 GP, 9 lbs)
-Heavy Mace (12 GP, 8 lbs)
-Javelin (5) (5 GP, 10 lbs)
-Wooden Holy Symbol (1 gp. —)
-Signal whistle (8 SP, -)
-Traveler’s Outfit (1 GP, 5 lbs)

Pouch, Belt (1 gp, 0.5 lb)
-6 GP
-4 SP
-6 CP

Backpack (2 gp, 2 lbs)
-Waterproof Bag (0.5 gp, 0.5 lb)
-Chalk (0.01 gp) 
-Earplugs (0.03 gp) 
-Flint and steel (1 gp)
-Tobacco (1 sp, 0.2 lb)
-Smoking Pipe (5 sp)
-Bedroll (0.1 gp, 5 lbs)
-Rations (3 days) (1.5 gp, 3 lbs)
-Waterskin (1 gp, 4 lbs)
-Scroll Case (1 gp, 0.5 lb)

DESCRIPTION
Falko follows the style of the times as best he can afford. He favours expensive silk shirts and intricate vests mixing warm and earthy colours. When he expects weather or trouble, he switches his low-heeled shoes and white silk socks for leather breaches and high boots, and dons his thick, unremarkable, but sturdy scalemail, which he detests and would never be caught wearing in some quarters of Westcrown.

His eyes are filled with a mix of purpose and thirst for recognition, while his mouth is an invitation to contemplate, embrace, or fist, depending on what comes out of it. He is certainly good with his tongue, or so he says, which he mostly uses to repeat verses ad nauseam, extort money from friends, or complain (also ad nauseam) about how he never gets a real break even though he is the greatest reincarnation of his aunt Shelley’s thespian talent.

BACKGROUND
Falko is the starving artist looking for his big break, but he is also an idealist who dreams of a more liberal Cheliax and chafes under repression. This became clear when, unable to leverage his aunt’s fame to secure a role in a paying play, and facing terrible debts coming to term, Falko enrolled in the militia as an aspirant dottari. He hated the experience, serving as the face and arm of an unjust law. He met his mentor during a raid, where he came face to face with the portrait of confident defiance he hopes to become one day. Instead of arresting the Cayden priest named Voltaire, he hid him and let him use his appartment for several months. What followed was a confusing mess of bachanals punctuated with deep religious experiences where he connected with his inner faith, until Voltaire disappeared as suddenly as he appeared, taking half of Falko’s wealth with him…

PERSONALITY
Primary and Secondary Motivators: Adoration, heroism.
Emotional Disposition: Contemptuous.
Moodiness: Labile.
Outlook: Optimistic (idealistic).
Integrity: Unscrupulous (unreliable).
Impulsiveness: Spontaneous (capricious).
Boldness: Intrepid (valorous).
Agreeableness: Agreeable (warm).
Interactivity: Engaging (entertaining).
Conformity: Conventional (formal).
Sense of Humor: Cynical.
Favourite Topics of Conversation: Theatre, gallantry, gossips, tales of defiance, tales of showmanship.
Quirks, Habits, and Oddities: Rehearsing verses, asking for loans, talking about his aunt’s fame, fixing his looks in mirrors.
Hobbies and Enjoyments: Theatre, flirting, , smoking tobacco and drinking wine.

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The click-clack of animal claws on the broken cobblestones and echo on the dilapidated, decaying section of the abandoned Rego Cader district precedes the wizened goblin’s arrival. He sits astride the ugliest, smelliest goblin dog you have ever encountered. Scraggly gray and white hairs jut out of the goblin’s face at odd, obscene angles. He raises his dogslicer at you and asks in heavily broken common, ”Who ye what wants be a corpse? Huh? Speak, longshanks!”

Falko curses the fates as he realizes this was going to cost him a new shirt, and that he still owed for the one he was currently wearing. Eyeing the goblin cavalier, he opts to face his fate with defiance, and draw a page from his friend Dealus's new play: "Oh! What darkness has though thus conjured? Doest though not realize that in defying thy, though defiest thee!!!"

The goblin, for long a moment, seems stunned, and hope rises along Falko's spine. But then the creature below farts loudly, which brings back its rider to the here and now. The goblin spits and raises his dogslicer: "Nice tongue..."

Flako turns and runs, incredibly fast, driven by faith, thinking: Yeah... Shitty play anyway, methinks.