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Jayson Sunfyre
Human warpriest of Sarenrae 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 60)
NG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +3; Senses Perception +3
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Defense
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AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14 (+3 armor, +3 Dex, +1 shield)
hp 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +5; +2 trait bonus vs. charm, compulsion, and emotion effects
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee cold iron scimitar +1 (1d6/18-20)
Special Attacks blessings 4/day (Healing: powerful healer, Sun: blinding strike), sacred weapon (1d6, +0, 0)
Warpriest Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +4)
. . 1st—divine favor, protection from evil
. . 0 (at will)—light, spark[APG] (DC 13), stabilize
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Statistics
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Str 11, Dex 17, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 10
Base Atk +0; CMB +0; CMD 13
Feats Weapon Finesse, Weapon Focus (scimitar)
Traits principled, true devotion, world traveler
Drawback headstrong
Skills Bluff -2, Diplomacy +4, Knowledge (engineering) +5, Knowledge (local) +6, Knowledge (religion) +5, Perform (dance) +1
Languages Common, Varisian
SQ headstrong
Other Gear hide shirt, buckler, cold iron scimitar, blanket[APG], canteen[UE], chalk, holy text[UE], masterwork backpack[APG], silver holy symbol of Sarenrae, sunrod (3), tindertwig (9), trail rations (3), weapon cord[APG], 1 gp, 3 sp, 9 cp
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Special Abilities
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Blessings (4/day) (Su) Pool of power used to activate Blessing abilities.
Headstrong Must attempt to correct things that contradict your alignment, or shaken for 1h
Sacred Weapon (Su) As a swift action, grant weapon enhancement bonus or certain powers.

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Drawing in a slow breath, tentatively using his tongue to wet his suddenly-dry lips, Jayson raised his right hand, slowly running his fingers through his thick red hair. ”What is this place…?” he said aloud, but he already knew in his heart that there would be no answer. He was alone. That thought filled him with dread and sorrow, as if a familiar presence in his mind was suddenly gone. What that presence might be, though, he had no idea.

The light above him seemed…wrong, in a way that he couldn’t put his finger on. The wisps of memory tugged at his mind, some vague sense of familiarity drawing him forward. The fingers of his right hand involuntarily closed, as if seeking a grip on something, but again, what that might be escaped him. Even so, he was compelled by some strange melody on the air, a song that was like one heard from a waking dream, to move forward.

Then the dread again, but stronger this time, more immediate, and he whirled. He only needed a moment to register the sickly yellow; his feet almost seemed to move of their own will, and as he broke into a full run, part of his mind registered how light his feet felt beneath him. It didn’t seem to matter, though; the faster he ran, the closer the fog seemed to draw, close enough that he could make it strange, shuffly-sounding footsteps within it, occasionally outlines of wings or other appendages seen there. He ran harder, his lungs burning in his chest as he fought to outrun the fog, barely registering the orb-topped columns. He turned on a dime to take another path, the sense that the ruined buildings around him were about to collapse on top of him spurring him harder, even as the vomit-colored smoke roiled forward.

As the path split again in front of him, he hesitated. Up would be tougher to run, but it might slow the fog; down would speed him, but it might speed the fog. He had to decide. Involuntarily, a prayer came to mind in the last moment before he had to make his choice, lest the yellow wave overtake him. Strangely, his last thought struck him as being almost a prayer.

”May the light of Dawn guide my steps…”

Jayson spent his childhood in the City at the Center of the World. Well, more correctly, in the outskirts of Absalom proper, but close enough to the big city that going there was no issue for him. As a child, the hustle and bustle of the city fascinated him, though he was particularly interested in the many different ships that he saw arriving to and leaving from the metropolis. There were so many, from so many different places, utilizing so many different building techniques in their vessels, but all with a unity of purpose: exploration. It was dichotomy of so many different things functioning with a single purpose that fascinated Jayson.

Of course, with his interest in the ships that came into the harbor, that also exposed him to a great many cultures and peoples. While he knew of Sarenrae from his time in Absalom, it wasn’t until he met someone from Casmaron that he began to hold any true faith. He spent more time with the Keleshite than he had anyone else, learning more and more about the Dawnflower and finding he had a natural dexterity that was well-suited to the signature scimitar used by her followers. His mentor taught him much about what it meant to follow Sarenrae, but of course, eventually the faith of his mentor had to be made Jayson's own, a step which he took as a very young teenager. He spent a great deal of time then learning about other cultures and other peoples, somehow sensing that it would one day be a great boon to him.

As an older teenager, he ventured out into the world a bit more, growing comfortable and even expectant of his role shifting to that of a traveling priest or disciple, assisting others and doing whatever he could to spread the Dawnflower's light to the rest of the world.