About GierixaGierixa
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ACP: 0 Diplomacy +2 (0 ranks, +1 Cha, +1 feat) Intimidate +3 (0 ranks, +1 Cha, +1 trait, +1 feat) Knowledge (nature) +3 (1 ranks, -3 Int, +3 class, +2 nature sense) Profession (gardener) +7 (1 ranks, +3 Wis, +3 class) Survival +9 (1 ranks, +3 Wis, +3 class, +2 nature sense) Feats: Veiled Vileness (PCCS, p.218) Traits: Looking for Work (Intimidate), Reactionary Spellcasting (DC 13+level): Spoiler:
(Plant Domain) Wooden Fist* (Su): Unarmed strike, +1/2 caster level to damage. 0th (3/day) - create water, guidance, detect poison
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mwk leather armor (160 gp/15 lb) scimitar (15 gp/4 lb) sling (0 gp/0 lb) 10 stones (1 sp/5 lb) peasant's outfit (0 gp/2 lb) backpack: (2 gp/2 lb) Spoiler:
crowbar (2 gp/5 lb) flint and steel (1 gp/0 lb) silk rope x50ft (10 gp/ 5 lb) grappling hook (1 gp/ 4 lb) blanket (5 sp/3 lb) belt pouch (1 gp/0.5 lb) Spoiler:
bell (wrapped in cotton) (1 gp/ 0 lb) chalk x10 (1 sp/0 lb) belt pouch (1 gp/0.5 lb) Spoiler:
rations x4 (2 gp/4 lb) Coins (in backpack): gp 17, sp 22, cp 10 (1 lb) Capacity: Light 100 lb, Medium 200 lb, Heavy 300 lb Current Load: Light (51) Storage: Spoiler:
leather armor (10 gp/15 lb) Description:
She tries to deny her heritage and become one with nature, but her defense mechanism is an unruly temper. She enjoys plants more than animals or people, and can often be found meticulously tilling the soil or planting vegetables in her garden, or those of her employers. She has no home to speak of in Riddleport, preferring the open air of the Rotgut district. Gardening is not steady work in a pirate town, so she is looking to augment her income and get some kicks in (literally) by getting a job as a bouncer at the Gold Goblin. Day in the Life:
The earth between her fingers is still cool from the night, and she smiles slightly as she worms her fingers into the soil. Taking a clump of dirt, the pretty half-orc sits cross-legged and begins praying, marking her face and arms with the earth.
Preparing to go out on the town, she spends five minutes preparing her leather armor, and then digs up a wooden box from under her bench. Inside is her scimitar and adventuring gear, holdovers from her days as a wanderer. Strapping the scimitar to her belt, she opens the gate to her small, square property. Walking down the street, she moves with a confident, powerful stride, keeping her eyes to the ground in front of her and not on the disgusting people around her. She was heading to the Boneyard Cut today to meet Hyram Crooge, Riddleport's unofficial garbageman. Garbageorc, thought Gierixa with an ironic smile. Hyram stayed out of peoples' ways and out of their business, and Gierixa had developed a mutual understanding with the orc. It wasn't that she liked him, in fact she thought he was filthy and disgusting, but the man had excellent fertilizer to offer her and she was willing to put up with him to tend her garden. The problem was, she had no money to continue paying him. Nobody was willing to pay an appropriate price for her delicious vegetables, and the Bosses didn't really keep gardens. She needed a job to keep paying the bills, but until then she needed to tell Hyram to wait. A shoulder bumps her, and not being ready Gierixa stumbles back as the stranger keeps moving. Quickly she checks her weapon and purse. still there good. The half-orc woman wheels around on the stranger, and in Varisian she growls "hey stinker where do you think youre going?" The stranger turns, revealing a thin peasant woman carrying a basket of rotting food. Ugh. Gierixa chokes back the urge to vomit as the stench and sight of rotting plants assaults her nose. The filthy woman speaks, revealing a mouth full of rotten and missing teeth. "None of your business, grog-blossom. Go back to tha Temple where you belong ya Abbess cow!" Gierixa strides forward to the woman, who backs away slightly but defiantly stares back at the obviously stronger half-orc. Before the peasant can respond, Gierixa slams her labour-hardened fist into the ugly woman's face, breaking her nose. Blood spurting out onto her vegetables, the peasant-woman drops the basket and clasps her hands to her face. "Laced mutton, you broke me nose!" "ill break more than that peasant!" Leaping at the bleeding woman, the druid lays into her with a series of heavy punches even as she fell to the ground unconscious. Satisfied with her victory, Gierixa rises and sweeps the street filth from her armour. With a clean handkerchief, she wipes a spot of blood from her face, then replaces it in her pouch. None of the witnesses even bat an eyelash, let alone stop to watch the scene unfold. None except a ruddy dwarf, who approaches her with a broad smile on his face. "Evenin, lass. Me name be Larur. I run the floor at the Gold Goblin, and I must be tellin ya, that was an impressive display o fisticuffs. I'm lookin for strong fellows...hehe, woman or no, ye fit the bill. Come by the Goblin tomorrow night and ask for me, I'll work somethin out with tha owner. It ain't no church work, if that's what ye be wonderin. It's right up yer alley." The dwarf did not wait for an answer, continuing with his business with a purposeful stride. Gierixa did the same. Hyram was waiting with a new batch of fertilizer, and the sooner she got that job at the Gold Goblin, the sooner she could afford to pay him for it. |