Besmaran Priest

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76 posts. Alias of CampinCarl9127.

Full Name

Freya Gisner




Cleric 2













Strength 16
Dexterity 10
Constitution 14
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 14
Charisma 14

About Freya Ginser


Human Cleric
CG Medium humanoid (Human)
Init +0; Senses Perception +2
AC 18, touch 10, flat-footed 18 (+6 armor, +2 shield)
HP 20
Fort +5, Ref +0, Will +5
Speed 40ft (30ft in armor)
Melee: Urumi +4 (1d8+3) (18-20/x2)
Str 16, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 14
Base Atk +1; CMB +4; CMD 14
Feats: Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Urumi), Toughness
Traits: Touched by Divinity, Blessed Touch
Skills: Heal +7, Knowledge (Religion) +5, Sense Motive +7, Spellcraft +5
Languages: Common

Special Abilities:


Channel Energy 1d6

Aura of Good and Chaos

Spontaneous Casting (Heal Spells)

Blessed Touch: You heal 1 additional point of damage when using lay on hands, channeling energy, or casting a cure spell.

Luck Domain
Bit of Luck: You can touch a willing creature as a standard action, giving it a bit of luck. For the next round, any time the target rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

Travel Domain: You are an explorer and find enlightenment in the simple joy of travel, be it by foot or conveyance or magic. Increase your base speed by 10 feet.
Agile Feet: As a free action, you can gain increased mobility for 1 round. For the next round, you ignore all difficult terrain and do not take any penalties for moving through it. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.


Spell Like Ability - True Strike (1/day)

0th level - Detect Magic
Create Water
Read Magic

1st level - Sanctuary
True Strike
Protection from Evil


Freya was an orphan raised in a church of Desna, the faithful there knowing nothing of her family except they came from the far east and left them with a note desperately asking them to take care of her. Being raised by Desna she grew up to appreciate the little things in life, and she always sat spellbound when somebody talked of their travels or far away lands. When she became a teenager she started traveling with elders to nearby places, sometimes trying to stowaway on longer trips she wasn't allowed to participate in.

One day news of a rebellion in the east came to their doorstep. Some of the higher clerics decided they would send support in the form of healers. It was a huge trip, and for the first time Freya managed to successfully stowaway in the back of a wagon. She was discovered a week out on the trail, when the provision master noticed food dissapearing. The leader of the expedition shook his head at her stubbornness, but decided it's only fair she got to visit her homeland. He had one of the acolytes assigned to be her guide and to keep her away from the fighting.

Freya spent months traveling the side, learning about the culture of her parents. One day, while visiting a small coastal town, the acolyte was talking to a passing stranger about directions when Freya noticed a middle aged man on a bench looking at them. He seemed wary of a follower of Desna, and continued to glance at her. With a sneaking suspicion, Freya approached him, but before she could ask him anything he got up and quickly walked away. With narrowed eyes and a stubborn frown, Freya followed him to his house. Finally cornered, the man turned and sighed "I suppose I know you you are." Freya stared at the man, a myriad of questions in her mind. The man looked at her a moment more, then opened the door. "You might as well come inside. It's a long story, I'll make some tea." Freya sat down in the small cottage and looked around until the strange man set a steaming cup of tea in front of her. "There you are. Give it a minute, it's hot." He leaned back in his chair, remembering the long buried memory. "Before you ask it, no I am not your father. But I was the best man at his wedding, and his closest friend for a dozen years. I even introduced him to your mother you know, it was love at first site." He smiled, remembering the memory. Then he looked down. "Soon after their marriage your mother fell terribly ill with a disease that had no cure. Not only that, she was also pregnant with you. Your father became obsessed with discovering a cure, and through a series of events and people got connected to the wrong people. A powerful cleric summoned an otherworldly creature who offered him a deal to save his wife, which he took." He looks down. "I have no idea what your father had to give up for the deal, but it worked. Your mother had a miracle recovery, you were born, and I've never seen your father so happy. But a week after your birth he gathered up everything he owned and spirited you out of the city without telling anybody, even your mother. We all feared him dead, but after months he returned to us, without you. He was a changed man, he started carrying a sword and always watched his back on the street. Well the day came when this creature came to claim his part of the bargain; We could see it across town, even the air seemed poisoned by the things presence. Well apparently whatever it was that he wanted was gone, as there was a bone chilling scream and a smashing noise, followed by the house being set on fire. The rest of the townsfolk ran over to help them, and I ran in before the fire was out to find your parents." Tears welled up in his eyes. "Your mother was already gone, and your father was barely breathing. I tried to life a collapsed section of the wall off him, but I wasn't strong enough. He told me to stop, then looked at me and smiled, and he said "She's safe Geoffrey. I cheated him, and she's safe" He wiped a tear. "I'm sorry, that's all I know. He did leave this if I ever found you though." He went to a storeroom and took out 4 plates of variably sized armor plating along with an odd whip like sword. "Your father served in the military as a freedom fighter, always putting himself between those who were evil and those who couldn't defend themselves. I don't know if you'd ever have any use for them, but if nothing else they were something of his you can have."

Freya returned to the acolyte, who was worried sick and relieved to see her unharmed. She told him what she learned, holding the heavy metal in her arms, then looked up and said "I'm ready to go home." He nodded, guiding her back to the others and then back to the church. Freya spent the rest of her teen years learning to fight and getting deeper into her studies, wanting to honor her father's courage. Eventually she became a full blossomed cleric of Desna and bowed one last time to her teachers, leaving the church and turning toward the rest of the vast world, ready to set out and make her own story.


Freya has a pretty, sun tanned face and brown hair that's braided in the front with beads tied into them. She has a necklace of seashells from the eastern coast and a light brown leather hat she keeps on when traveling. Despite her fair appearance, she has the build of a warrior that's complimented by her four steel armor and red cape. If one looks closely enough at her metal belt, they can see it's an Ururi, a sword whip that can be kept subtle as a belt.


Four Steel Armor
Heavy Steel Shield
Silver Holy Symbol of Desna
Dagger x2
Sleeping Bag
Steel Mirror
50ft Hemp Rope