Liseli of the Moon Clan's page

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Short-ish. Feathers on head and shoulders/wings: Blueish Black
Eye Colour: Deep Blue that sparkle like starlight. When she calls upon one of this spirit's abilities, her eyes turn pitch black and the colors around her drain for a brief moment.
Hands: Taloned fingernails.
General Appearance: Comely in an otherworldly way.
Voice: Melodic

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Daring, Courageous, Loyal, Wise, Athletic, Committed, Rash, Honourable, Noble, Kind.

I was born into the Lyrune-Quah of the Cinderlands. My mother’s name was Sayen and my father’s, Kaddok. I was their only child. From the moment of my birth, the quah knew I was different – A fine down of feathers grew upon my head and shoulders, my nails were sharp like the hunting bird’s in the sky and my eyes sparkled like starlight. I was given the name Liseli, meaning ‘light’, as the shaman proclaimed that it was blessing handed down on our quah by the moon gods and spirits.

My people were hunters and archers; stalking the great herds of aurochs across the Storval Plateau, and the other savage beasts which roamed the desert plains. We wandered and hunted at night, under the bright Storval moon and starlight. My parents showed me how to use a stonebow and longspear and I practiced each night.

I did not age like the other children of the quah. When I was ten winters old, small wings sprouted from my shoulders and offerings were made to Brother Owl. One night, when the quah were out hunting, and only the shaman and I remained in our village, talking to the spirits in the Heavens, the human slavers came and took me (I was but fourteen winters old). My shaman teacher was killed for there were too many of them and he was too old to fight. They saw me as an oddity that could be sold to those with coin enough for slaves and rare collectibles in the towns and cities. But that was not to be my fate – I was chained and taken to Korvosa where I was claimed by a crimelord and put to work for him. He was not kind and I often found myself hungry and kept as a “pet”. At night, in my small cot, I prayed to the Moon gods and spirits to set me free so I may join my quah and wander under the stars once again. I did not lose my faith or resolve even as I learned the ways of the noisy city. I was enslaved for almost a year.

During one of my assignments on behalf of my master, I discovered a small, finely carved holy totem, and curious as to its meaning and power, pocketed the token. After all had gone to bed, I slipped past my wardens and wandered across town to the temple of the Mother of Souls and sat to listen to their holy words. I never imagined such a place or such worship, and, since I was separated from my quah, I found some solace in the foreign temple.

Regrettably, once outside its doors, I was discovered and dragged back to my master who beat me so hard, he almost tore one of the small wings off my back. He took the holy totem and broke it in two as a lesson for stealing from him and then running away. I had never felt such pain, yet my desire for sanctuary in the quiet of the temple strengthened my resolve and endurance. Bruised and beaten I escaped the very next night and sought sanctuary from the Pharasmins, who took me in, healed my wounds and gave me their holy protection. Every day and night my master’s men stood in wait outside the temple in hopes of seizing and returning me to him. A year past and I remained inside the temple – the only opportunity I had to speak with the spirits was at night in the temple’s garden. During that time, the priestesses taught me from their books and I listened with open and heavy heart. I longed for my parents and my people. I longed for the freedom of running at night under the stars.

Upon my seventeenth winter, the priestesses hid me in a supply wagon and I was taken out of Korvosa and returned to the Cinderlands. I was reunited with my parents and quah. I returned to the ways of my people and started to learn under the new shaman. Many years came and went and my parents passed into the spirit world for they had grown old and tired.

As I celebrated my seventieth winter, during the full moon, I was visited by a very small owl, whose feathers mirrored the stars and whose body shone with light wherever it flew, whether day or night. I named her Nisha and she was my bridge to the spirits of the Heavens. I would sit with her at night, and seek the word and power of the spirits. The shaman taught me how to draw the energies that exist in all living things and I grew in my wisdom and magic.

One day, exactly a month after Nisha appeared, word reached me from Korvosa, via a travelling merchant who was loyal to the priestesses of the temple. The Pharasmins bid me to return on the wagon for there was trouble brewing in Korvosa. I wondered if it was a trap, but the letter showed the Bishop’s particular seal and so I packed up my possessions, said my farewells to the quah and together with Nisha and the merchant, Grigor, started for Korvosa. I owed the Pharasmins a life debt for their protection, learning and safe passage out of Korvosa. If I could now provide some aid to them and the city, then I would do my best.

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Their shimmering avian features make plumekith instantly recognizable. Though they can act rashly, plumekith never shirk their duty after making a commitment.

Ancestry Garuda

Typical Alignment CG
Ability Modifiers +2 Dex, +2 Wis
Alternate Skill Modifiers Acrobatics, Fly
Alternate Spell-Like Ability Plumekith gain see invisibility as a spell-like ability.
Plumekith Race Traits: Snake Hater, Toxophilite

Garudas are noble but impetuous birdlike celestials, and most garuda-blooded aasimars grow graceful feathers during puberty. The majority of these aasimars have shimmering wings; the wings can be of virtually any shade, ranging from metallic colors to muted hues to pure white, or rarely, glossy black. Plumekith are sometimes born with taloned fingers or toes, and occasionally amber eyes like those of an eagle.

Like their celestial ancestors, plumekith tend to take action at the spur of the moment when their abilities seem needed. Plumekith rush into the heat of battle to face off against evildoers, only stopping to ask questions afterward. Plumekith often have an extreme hatred for nagas and other snakelike creatures, a racial disdain no doubt stemming back to their garuda forebears.

Owl: Female, named Nisha.
Owl CR 1/3
XP 135
N Tiny animal
Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +10

DEFENSE

AC 16, touch 15, flat-footed 13 (+3 Dex, +2 size, +1 natural armor bonus)
hp 5 (1d8)
Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2

OFFENSE

Speed 10 ft., fly 70 ft. (average)
Melee 2 talons +5 (1d4–2)
Space 2-1/2 ft.; Reach 0 ft.

STATISTICS

Str 6, Dex 17, Con 11, Int 6, Wis 15, Cha 6
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 9

Feats Weapon Finesse

Skills Fly +7, Perception +10, Stealth +15; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception, +4 Stealth

Special Abilities:

Natural Armor Adj.: +1 is in addition to the familiar's existing natural armor bonus.
Int: The familiar's Intelligence score (6).
Alertness (Ex): While a familiar is within arm's reach, the master gains the Alertness feat.
Improved Evasion (Ex): When subjected to an attack that normally allows a Reflex saving throw for half damage, a familiar takes no damage if it makes a successful saving throw and half damage even if the saving throw fails.
Share Spells: The wizard may cast a spell with a target of “You” on his familiar (as a touch spell) instead of on himself. A wizard may cast spells on his familiar even if the spells do not normally affect creatures of the familiar's type (magical beast).