About LjosStats:
Male Tiefling(beastbrood) Paladin // Sorcerer (Destined Bloodline) 5//Guardian 1
LG medium outsider (native) Str 14, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 18
Attacks: +1 Longsword (+8, 1d8+3, 19-20/x2)
Feats: Eschew Materials (b), Power Attack, Arcane Armor Training, Mounted Combat Traits: Exposed to Awfulness (Campaign), Redeemer (When acting as sponsor for evil creature seeking redemption, grant +3 bonus to their will save) Skills: Diplomacy +12 (5 ranks + 4 Cha + 3 class), Heal +4 (1 ranks + 3 class), Knowledge (Religion) +5 (1 ranks + 1 Int + 3 class), Knowledge(The Planes) +2 (1 ranks + 1 Int), Linguistics +2(1 ranks + 1 Int), Perception +2 (2 ranks), Ride +10 (5 ranks + 2 Dex + 3 class), Sense Motive +7 (2 ranks + 2 racial + 3 class), Spellcraft +6 (2 ranks + 1 Int + 3 class) Languages: Taldane, Abyssal, Infernal, Hellit Spells: Sorcerer (0th at will / 1st 7 / 2nd 5), Paladin (1st 2)
Special Attacks: Smite Evil (2/day, +5 to Damage, +4 to Hit), Touch of Destiny +2 (6/day) Special Qualities: Aura of Good, Bloodline Arcana (Luck bonus on saving throws after casting “personal” spell), Darkvision 60ft, Divine Bond(Mount, Call Mount 1/day), Favored Class (Paladin), Cold Resistance 5, Electricity Resistance 5, Fire Resistance 5, Fated +1 Mythic Abilities: Guardian's Call (Absorb Blow)
Combat Gear: +1 Mithral Shirt, Ring of Protection +1, Cloak of Resistance +1, +1 Longsword, Dagger, Cold Iron Morningstar, Lance, Masterwork Composite Longbow (+2), 20 Arrows, 20 Cold Iron Arrows, 2 Oil of Bless Weapon, 4 Potions of Cure Light Wounds, 2 Potions of Enlarge Person, Potion of Lesser Restoration Other Gear: Wand of Cure Light Wounds (50 charges), Heavy Warhorse (Divine Bond, Combat Trained) (Military Saddle, Saddlebags, Masterwork Studded Leather Barding, 2 days Feed), Deluxe Dungeoneering Kit, Pathfinder's Kit, Grooming Kit, Explorer's Outfit, Silver Holy Symbol, 2 Map Cases, 5 sheets of Paper, Charcoal, Ink, Inkpen, Bandolier, 2 spare Waterskins, 246 gp, 8 sp Special Abilities: Aura of Courage, Detect Evil (at will, CL 4), Detect Thoughts (1/day, CL 4), Divine Grace, Divine Health, Lay on Hands (6/day, 2d6), Mercies (Remove Fatigue) Mount:
Morgunsar
Horse Str 19, Dex 14, Con 18, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6
Attacks: Bite (+7, 1d4+4)
Feats: Dodge, Power Attack, Improved Overrun Skills: Perception +9 (5 ranks + 3 class + 1 Wis) Special Qualities: Combat Trained, Low-Light Vision, Scent, +4 Nat Armor, Bite (1d4), x2 Hoof (1d6), Bonus Tricks (2), Link, Share Spells, Evasion, Tricks (Combat Trained, Throw Rider, Exclusive) Narrative Background:
Yami knelt at the base of the founder's statue clad in his smallclothes, beside him two other supplicants did likewise. A great crash reverberated through the chapel as the door to the nave slammed. In strode the angriest looking beast of a troll that Yami had every seen, its blood red eyes scanning the supplicants in quite anticipation. The smell of urine struck Yami's nose, one of his fellows had lost control of his bladder. The troll loomed ever closer, long strides carrying it with sickening grace across the marble floor etched with silver filigree. As it drew closer Yami noticed it's garb for the first time, a plain tabard over chainmail, the symbol of the order emblazoned on the right shoulder. The troll came to a halt with the supplicants well within reach. It knelt and met eyes with the boy to Yami's left.
“You stink of piss, orc-blood.” the creature's voice was like grinding stone, “I prefer my dinner clean, are you hear to ruin my dinner?” The half-orc supplicant bolted for the exit, the troll followed his movements with a steady gaze until he was gone. The gaze moved to the girl beside Yami, “And you, by what right do you bear the flame?” The girl's mouth worked up and down but only a high pitched squeak could be heard, her fear robbing her of voice. The troll merely laughed and turned his gaze to Yami. “Why are you here fiend-born? Think you can fight the calling of your blood?” For a moment Yami was silent, but he kept his eyes on the troll. At last he found courage enough to speak. “I'm here to follow the founder, he fought the call of his blood.” The troll lunged and seized Yami, lifting him from the ground by his neck. “You think you're like the founder? I would laugh if you weren't so prideful! The founder didn't always fight the call of his blood, he nearly brought about an apocalypse before he turned to the light. He sought, and found, redemption! You think you're as worthy as he was, boy?” With each question the troll's grip grew tighter, Yami's lungs began to burn but he forced himself to speak. “Everyone deserves redemption, no matter how monstrous.” The last word was scarcely more than a whisper, Yami's vision clouded and he lost consciousness. He dreamed then, of a great war to the north, of a fiery figure guiding him there. He dreamed that his sins were forgiven, that he had atoned, that he would be remembered for the good and not the evil he had done. Yami awoke some time later, still on the marble floor, his head cradled in the girl's lap. He tried to speak but his throat was raw and painful yet. The girl spoke first, “After your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he smiled, said you passed, said you could join the order.” Yami coughed and forced words through, “And you, did you pass?” She nodded, “I found my voice just as you lost your sight,” she blushed, “I screamed at him to let you go, I think he was surprised cause he did. He said that I passed too. Oh, I'm Myri by the way.” Yami smiled a moment, “I'm...” Myri placed a finger over his lips to silence him. “Sergeant Reynard, the troll, he said that whatever your name was before doesn't matter. He said that your name is Ljos now, and to tell you 'Welcome to the Order of the Forgiving Flame.'” Background:
Born in the nation of Taldor and growing up an orphan, Ljos lived as a bandit for a time but joined a cult of Urgathoa when his sorcerous powers began to manifest. His turning point came with the influence of Dame Illysia Valmont, a paladin of the Order of the Forgiving Flame.” The order was founded by a tiefling who had once been an evil spellcaster but had found redemption and fought, and died, as a paladin. Dame Valmont had tracked down the cult and following the tenets of the order, sought to grant redemption to those cultists who remained among the living. She managed to save Ljos and a few others from damnation at the cost of her own life. Following that Ljos traveled to the headquarters of the order in Absalom, following 3 years of repentance and another 4 years of training he was knighted and moved around the Inner Sea Region, mainly Cheliax. In his adventures he typically partnered with Myri, a fellow knight of the order who had joined at the same time as Ljos, and a cleric of Sarenrae name Markam. With his growing skill he underwent further training, learning the Kellit language, and joined a small contingent of the order heading for the Worldwound.
Ljos stands at 6'2” and weighs 180lbs. His eyes resemble those of a wolf and he has teeth resembling a carnivore. There is a scent of strawberries hanging in the air near Ljos. He dresses plainly and with utilitarian gear, typically in colors of gold and white, he keeps his clothing very clean with liberal use of prestidigitation. He keeps his facial hair well trimmed, it tends to resemble fur otherwise, and he plucks his whiskers regularly. There is a slightly inhuman flexibility in his movements and his fingernails are naturally black. resources used:
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