Statistics: Str 14 [+2] Con 12 [+1] Dex 10 [+0]
Int 10 [+0] Wis 16 [+3] Cha 13 [+1]
BAB +0; CMB +2 CMD 12
Feats Greatsword Martial Weapon Proficiency, Toughness
Skills Heal +7, Sense Motive +7, Knowledge (History) +7, Knowledge (Nature) +7
Languages Common
Arms and Armor greatsword, longspear, light mace, scale mail
Expendables x5 javelins
General Gear wooden holy symbol, traveler's outfit, backpack, x8 days trail rations, x50 feet rope, waterskin, flint and steel, whetstone, 15 gp
Special Abilities:
Channel Energy Release a 30 ft wave of positive energy by channeling the power of faith through your holy symbol. 4/day, Will DC 12, 1d6
Spontaneous Casting Expend a prepared spell that is not an orison or domain spell to cast any cure spell of the same level or lower.
Domain: Protection Your faith is your greatest source of protection, and you can use that faith to defend others. You receive a +1 resistance bonus on saving throws, that increases for every 5 levels you possess.
Resistant Touch As standard action, you can touch an ally to grant your resistance bonus for 1 minute, losing your own. 3+Wis/day, 6
Domain: Knowledge You are a scholar and a sage of legends. All Knowledge skills are class skills.
Lore Keeper Touch a creature to learn about its abilities and weaknesses. With touch attack, gain information as if appropriate Knowledge skill check had result of 15 + cleric level + Wisdom modifier, 19
Legainn is a tall, well-set, and entirely enthusiastic human woman. Her face is not especially beautiful or noteworthy, worn as many a farmer or commoner's is, but she carries with her a certain presence that causes others to take note of her words. At six feet, she towers over most others her age. Her close-cropped brown hair usually resides under a heavy helm, and she wears a honed, two-handed claymore where it can readily be drawn for combat.
Of that, it looks that she's seen plenty. The armor she wears is not especially fitted for a woman, but she wears it well, even as it is battered and dented in places. When she speaks of power, she holds a tattered old book in her hands- and a symbol strung around her neck mirrors the emblem on that cover, a triangle set in hand-carved wood, bound in wire from each line's center to the middle point of the shape overall. You do not recognize it's form.
Background:
Legainn set off from her mountain-bound home and family some good time ago, struck by wanderlust and in search for a worthy cause to set her sword by. Trouble came and went as it tends to, but with the ability to handle herself and whatever came her way, she survived. Some time went by before anything really appealed to her in the manner of a philosophy, as she wandered from city to city. Eventually, something did, and not in the usual form of a holy vision and priesthood's marble halls, but instead in a secondhand shop's tattered corner and a shelf of bound ideas.
She read a book. It was some older writer's work, a tract on humanoid beings and the nature of society and the universe, much like many others of it's ken and mainly ignored in it's day. But Legainn seemed to take to it a little more enthusiastically than others who had heard words like it before, because, be it by a god's fiat or her own enthusiasm, she began to draw power holy from what she believed to be a manifesto of truth. This was not unheard of in the annuals of the world, but rare enough that those holy warriors of more traditional values looked down upon her when she explained her own connection to a god's power, of a sort. Those of knowledge far more divine than hers may know that the cleric has found something more powerful than any one deity, as Legainn appears to draw her power from a concept instead of any one god- that of liberty, and one's right to their own self. She seems unable to explain it herself. What she knows seems to come second to what she believes, as it marked her the sole recipient of power divine in the turn of a simple writer's words.
