About Khaleros
(IGNORE ALL THIS FOR NOW - WAS FOR A DIFFERENT RECRUITMENT)
½ Orc Paladin of Imoedae 1
Medium Humanoid
Initiative +1; Senses: Darkvision 60’, Perception +1 /+3 to find hidden
AC 17, Touch 11, Flat-Footed 16
HP: 13 (1d10+2+1)
Fort +5, Ref +2, Will +4 (Sacred Tattoo)
Speed: 30’
Melee: MW cold iron Falchion: +6 hit / 2d4+3 / 18-20 x2 / 8 lbs
Ranged: Shortbow +3 hit / 1d6 / 60’ / x3 / 2 lb
Space: 5’, Reach: 5’
Special Attacks: Smite 1/day
STR 16 (+3)
DEX 12 (+1)
CON 14 (+2)
INT 10 (+0)
WIS 12 (+1)
CHR 16 (+0) [+2]
Base Attack +1; CMB +4; CMD +15
Skills: Diplomacy +6, Knowledge: Religion +3
Background Skills Handle Animal +6, Knowledge: History +3
Languages: Common, Orc
SQ: Aura of Good, Detect Evil, Darkvision, Scavenger, Sacred Tattoo, Weapon Familiarity
Special Abilities:
Sacred Tattoo (Wolf on right shoulder and chest, partially covering scars from childhood (Exposed to Awfulness)) +1 Luck Bonus on saves, replaces Orc Ferocity
*Scavenger: +2 racial bonus on Appraise, +2 Perception to find hidden objects (also traps and secret doors), determine if food is spoiled or identify potion by taste. Replaces Intimidating trait.
Favored Class Bonus: Paladin: Add +1/3 on critical hit confirmation rolls made while using smite evil (maximum bonus of +5). This bonus does not stack with Critical Focus.
Traits:
Ancestral Weapon:
MW Cold Iron Falchion; and +1 to hit with weapons of cold iron
Child of the Crusades:
Your parents were members of the crusades. The righteousness of the crusades sometimes feels as if it runs in your very blood, and it bolsters you against demonic influence.
Benefit: Once per day when you fail a saving throw against an effect created by a demon that would possess or incapacitate you mentally, you may immediately reroll that saving throw as a free action. You must take the second result, even if it is worse.
Equipment: (300 gp)
MW Falchion (cold iron) 2d4 / 18-20 x2 / 8 lbs
Throwing axe d6 / 10’ / x2 Crit / 2 lbs / 8gp
Longbow d6 / 60’ / x3 Crit / 2 lbs / 30 gp
Arrows (20) 3 lbs./ 1 gp
Breastplate: +6 AC / +3 max / -4 penalty / 30 lbs / 200 gp
Backpack 2 lbs / 2 gp
Bedroll 5 lbs / 1 sp
Belt Pouch 2 lbs / 1 gp
Blanket 3 lbs / 5 sp
Flint & Steel 1 lb / 2 gp
Rope, silk (50’) 5 lbs / 10 gp
Torch (2) 2 lb / 2cp
Trail Ration (6) 6 lbs / 3 gp
Traveler’s Outfit 5 lbs / 1 gp
Waterskin 1 lb / 1 gp
Whetstone 1 lb / 1 cp
Total Carried: 68 lb
Light 0 - 76
Med 77 - 153
Heavy 154 - 230
PP / GP 40 / SP 3 / CP 7
Background:
They say that war often brings about strange bedfellows, and I suppose in my parents' case, that description is far more literal than you'd think.
My father was a savage Orcish warrior of no small reputation and my mother, a human sorceress of impressive power and skill. Under any other circumstances, they would likely have been enemies, but well, the Fourth Mendevian Crusade brought many together who might otherwise never have had a kind word together...let alone falling in love and eventually having a child together.
When I was born, my parents entrusted me to friends who held a small but well fortified home near enough to the Worldwound so that they could still do their part in their personal crusade against the demons.
This was a mistake.
This was explained to me when I was old enough by Brother Tomas, a priest in the service of Iomedae to whom I was entrusted when I was found in the burning wreckage of that home.
Foul demons had somehow breached the border spells several miles away and found their way to our cottage. Whether or not they had specifically tracked my parents or not, no one knows...but they came upon us during the night when my parents were visiting, and though my mother and father put up a valiant fight...they died violently in the assault. I was attacked as well, slashed with a demon's claws, but apparently more stubborn than the hellspawn assumed...and I was rescued by the first crusaders to discover the scene.
I still bear the scars...some of them, anyway. On lower part of my right cheek, down my neck, and onto my chest and shoulder. Nasty claw marks that never totally healed, but left deep gouges in my skin.
When I came of age...or rather, when I was old enough to leave the care of the overflowing shelter where orphans of the war were raised by the church, I decided to dedicate myself to the service of Iomedae and the war efforts, perhaps for some level of revenge at first, but eventually...and truthfully, more so to try and ensure that there might be fewer orphans like me in the future. To try not only to fight the evil of the demon hordes, but to find some way to end the threat of the Worldwound altogether. To this end, the temple has seen fit to bestow a weapon upon me, a cold-iron falchion recovered on one of the many battlefields of the war. Obviously crafted by a master craftsman's hand, I hold no illusions as to why it was offered to me rather than one of the other knights of Iomedae. I am and will always be part Orc in their eyes...and most humans and elves scoff at the use of a falchion...an "orcish" weapon. Still, I am grateful...and shall endeavor to find this weapon a good name, and story.
Brother Tomas says I am a dreamer.
I say I am merely doing what I was obviously made to do. Survive.
1/2 Orc Paladin 1| HP: 13/13| AC: 15 (T12, F13)| CMB: +4, CMD 15: | F: +4, R: +1, W: +3| Init: +1| Perc: +1 | Speed 30'|
