About Hisao"Hisao
DEFENSE:
AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14 hp 19 Fort 2 ,Ref 6 ,Will 3 OFFENSE:
Speed 30 ft Melee Wakizashi 5 (1d6+1/18-20/x2) or Shuriken 4 (1d2/x2) or Mace, light 4 (1d6+1/x2) Space 5 Reach 5 STATISTICS:
STR 12 DEX 17 CON 14 INT 11 WIS 10 CHA 14 Feats:
Weapon Finesse, Iron Will Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Appraise +4, Bluff +7, Climb +1, Diplomacy +7, Disable Device +10, Disguise +2, Escape Artist +8, Intimidate +6, Perception +5, Sleight of Hand +7, Stealth +8, Use Magic Device +6, Languages:
Tianese, Common Gear:
Wakizashi masterwork w/weapon cord
Shuriken (5) Mace - light w/weapon cord 2 flasks acid 2 flasks alchemical fire 2 caltrops 1 tanglefoot bag 1 thunderstone Thieves' tools masterwork Bedroll Masterwork Backpack Bandolier containing 7 alchem weapons and clw potion 1 bullseye lantern 1 wayfinder Rations - trail (per day) (3) Potion of Cure light wounds X4 (CL: 1) Masterwork Hide Shirt Darkwood Buckler Hot Weather outfit 1159.8 gold Ninja Tricks:
Vanishing Trick Background:
“Near the Chuyokai forest in the province of Chu Ye in the far away continent of Tian Xia there lie two villages of ninja lying in close proximity to each other. Theirs is an ancient enmity that stretches back for generations of bloody feud for no peace is possible between the Clan of the Yellow Reeds and the Clan of the Broken Rock and for countless years they threw themselves at each other with violence and murder in their hearts.
In a rare period of sanity, in which two far sighted elders of each clan saw that both villages would fall into extinction, if matters remained in this state, sought each other to find some way to ensure their mutual survival. They did not speak of peace for they did not waste their time with the impossible. Instead they struck a grand bargain. Their blood feud would no longer be conducted via raid and death but a once per decade contest between a young champion of each village. The loser of each contest would not only die, for this contest would be a fight to the death of course, but, worse, would bring shame and dishonour to his or her village for the ten long years until the next clash. The proof of this humiliation was not only in the death of a promising young man or woman of the village, who otherwise might be destined for great deeds and even leadership, but also in a surrender of a priceless treasure held hostage by the victor until the time of the next deadly fight. In this way the death of many dozens was reduced to the death of one and both villages recovered and prospered as only ninja can. The drive to succeed and claim dominance over the hated enemy in deadly combat, the drive to be chosen to carry the banner of the village, sharpened and honed the skills of each village’s youth and word of the awesome abilities of the Yellow Reeds and Broken Rocks spread throughout the land. Their skills as assassins, saboteurs, and thieves were much prized, honoured, and, more importantly, well paid for. In time it came to pass that a young boy was born to the Yellow Reeds. A boy with light brown hair and dark eyes of much natural talent and skill. Every art of the ninja that he was tutored in he excelled at with seemingly no trouble. His fingers were cunning, his lithe body possessed much natural talent and grace, and his mind was sharp. The ease with which he trumped his peers in every contest they were set earned him many admirers from among them; and many enemies too for what kind of disciplined, hardworking, and dedicated student would not feel anger at being defeated by some golden child who triumphed with seemingly no effort, a lazy smile, and an arrogant quirk of the brow?
So it was that on the dawn of the Two Hundred and Fiftieth year since the blood tinged truce of the two villages began that all the villagers who could walk or crawl made the trek to the sacred clearing in the forest where forty eight young men and women had come together and twenty four had fallen; sacrifices to the prosperity and glory of The Yellow Reed and the Broken Rock. As the champion of the Broken Rock stood in the middle, nervous despite herself for news of the prowess of the champion of the Yellow Reeds had been impossible to ignore, a very large hue and cry rose from the Broken Rock guardians who had been charged with protecting the treasures. They were both gone! And Hisao was nowhere to be found!.....” The bartender narrowed his eyes at the slumped figure “You stole them.” He finally said flatly. The young man, older than he had been, shrugged weakly. “You stole the treasures of those Broken Rock people and your own folk?” Hisao looked up, he was drunk, though not as drunk as he wanted to be.
“Depends on what it’s two of” the bartender snorted in reply. “That still doesn’t answer why the hell you’re cluttering up my inn on the other side of the bloody world.” “It would not have been wise.” Hisao opined “To hang about with two entire clans of angry and elite ninja hunting you down.” “What I mean is” the bartender said patiently “Why didn’t you sell those treasures and set yerself up in some nice castle or what not in Xian Ti full of bodyguards and such?” “Ah yes, the treasures. Well after spending three months narrowly evading capture by two entire tribes of vengeful ninja, including one girl who seemed particularly obsessed let me tell you, I did manage to find a hidden spot and some time to open them up.” Hisao propped himself up on his left elbow to take a swig from the dregs of his mug .
The bartender leaned forward in anticipation. Hisao slammed his right fist down with a loud BANG that startled the bartender backward and echoed throughout the rest of the deserted inn. “NOTHING. There was nothing in either of those accursed boxes.” The bartender paused for a long moment, looked into the eyes of the suddenly incensed young man and despite himself started laughing helplessly. “Nothing?” he said after managing to control himself. “Nothing.” agreed the aggrieved ninja. “Ahah, that’s classic. Very philosophical.” the bartender said nodding sagely. “The deeper meaning alas” Hisao responded coldly “escapes me” Still chortling the bartender picked up Hisao’s empty mug “Well that was certainly a story worth hearing.” he said filling it up with a long pull off a keg set a bit further back from the regular swill. “Here’s one for the road fer ya. On the house.” Hisao gravely accepted the mug with a cautious nod feeling like his head would fall off if he wasn’t very very careful. “Where you off to now?” the bartender wanted to know. It wasn’t a question he ever asked his customers, rough lot that they were, but he had a feeling that he would never see the young man again and anyway it would be a hell of a shame to not know how the story ended. Hisao drained the last mug (by the gods it was strong!) in one chug and slurred “Well, you wouldn’t know anybody who wants anything stolen, sabotaged, or killed, would you?” Because stories never really end after all. There’s always something else. And who would know better than Hisao (formerly) of the Yellow Reed that life is a thing that just keeps happening to you or by you. But mostly to you.
PFS GM Information:
PFS # 125190-3 XP: 4 Faction: Grand Lodge Fame: 8/ Prestige: 7 Chronicles applied: 2014-Jun-24 - 41401 - Godsmouth Heresy 2014-Aug-06 - 36581 The Confirmation #5-08 2015-Jan-02 - 51231 Murder on the Silken Caravan |
