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Half-Elf Ranger (Wild Shadow) 1

HP 11 | AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | CMD 16 | FORT +3 REF +6 WILL +2(+4 vs enchantments; Immune to Sleep) Init +4 Low-Light Vision Perc. +8







About Mac tíre

Mac tíre

Leovalure “Mac tíre ” Billeen
NG Male half-Elf Ranger (Wild Shadow) 1
Init +4; Sense Low-Light Vision 60 ft; Perception +8


AC 18, Touch 14, Flat-Footed 14 (+4 armor, +4 Dex)
HP 11 (1d10+1)
Fort +3, Ref +6, Will +2; +2 vs enchantments; Immune to Sleep


Speed 30 ft.
Melee Machete +5 (1D6+1/19-20) | Power Attack +4 (1d6+3/19-20) +1 circumstance bonus on Survival checks to get along in the wild.
Cold Iron Dagger +5 (1D4+1/19-20)
Ranged Composite Longbow (1) +5 (1D8+1/20 x3)
Special Attacks Favored Enemy (Humans +2)


Str 13, Dex 18, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 10
Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 16
Feats Skill Focus (Survival), Point Blank Shot
Skills Climb +5; Handle Animal +4, Knowledge (Geography) +4, Knowledge (Nature) +4, Perception +8, Profession (Hunter) +7, Stealth +8, Survival +9; Swim +5
Languages Common, Elven
Traits Campaign: Brigand Region: Brevoy Bandit
Religion: Deadeye Bowman
SQ Elf Blood, Track +1, Wild Empathy +0
Combat Gear Arrows (40)
Other Gear chain shirt, composite longbow with 40 arrows, cold iron machete, dagger, bedroll hammock, mess kit, trail rations (5), coffee pot, coffee (ground) 1 lb, canteen, explorer’s outfit, moonrod (2), torch (2), map maker's kit, flint and steel, iron pot, masterwork backpack, 89 gp, 5 sp, 6 cp


“An’ what happens iffin they decide ta move th’ tree instead of goin’ 'round the thing like we want?” Leo was beginning to grate on the older bandit's nerves. He had no doubt about that. Still, it seemed like a reasonable question to ask and being that this was his first outing with the Wolves of Brevoy, he felt the need to absorb as much information as possible.

The seasoned bandit snatched Leo's longbow from the greenhorn and unhooked the string from one end, “Then we fill em full of arrows!” With a flash of steel the bandit shortened the string, “The main group is waiting down the other path but we're here in case these damn caravan chasers decide to earn extra coin and host the tree.” The older man hooked one leg around the bow and--using his weight to bend the bow--slipped the new eye of the bowstring into the string groove.

On the way to the ambush sight, Leo had finally asked why they called hired guards “caravan chasers” when the bandits were, literally, chasing a caravan.

The leader of the rogues, a burly Half-Orc called Mac tíre wrapped a giant arm around Leo, “We wait for de merchandise ter cum ter us. They run raun de city lookin' for a trader wi' too big a purse an' too wee barguckers.”

Years later, the Wolves were waiting for a fresh caravan and its chasers when a fresh-faced recruit turned to Leo, “Mac tíre, what happens if they don't leave the main road?”


“I’ll say it again in the common tongue: it’s past time that you answer for your crimes, Mac tíre,” the elven woman's voice carried across the clearing. A bead of sweat trickled down Leo's forearm to join the others around the handle of the bloody buck knife. The woman in the green cloak stood with the point of her shortspear still pointed at Leo. He took a deep breath and hurled the knife at the green woman.

She ducked behind her wooden shield. The knife thumped off, landing somewhere in the grass. Leo had already snatched up his longbow before she lowered her shield again. And when she did an arrow erupted from her thigh. She screamed and launched the shortspear through the air in one last feeble attack and collapsed, clutching at the arrow shaft.

“Don' pull it out,” Leo nocked another arrow and as he nudged the black bear with his foot. “Is it dead?” When she didn't answer, Leo pulled the string back,
“Is it dead?!”

She nodded, tears welling up in her big, elven eyes and Leo felt that familiar spike of guilt. “I'm sorry fer yer bear. I know how druids’re ‘bout their animals,” he stepped over the bear and nodded to the arrow. “Now, I’m guessin’ that since th’ arrow’s still in, ya went 'n wasted alla yer spells. So, I'm gonna ta make ya an offer: I'll take ya to th’ healer in town an’ in return ya forget ya found me.”

It was no surprise to Leo when the green druid returned to his shack a few days later with a band of mercenaries on her heels. He watched from the treeline as they ransacked the hut where Mac tíre had done his best to become Leo again and, once again, to find a new place to start over.


Age: 38
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 185 lbs
Gender: Male
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark brown with specks of gray that he keeps long and he keeps a full beard.
Skin Tone: Tanned with several scars along his forearms from wild animals and briars.

No longer the brash young man he once was, Leo likes to take his time making decisions--a trait that his fellows claimed was a common elven trait. He would rather let others lead on major decisions but, knows that if his carefully chosen words can lend guidance to the decision makers he will speak up. Most insults tend to roll off his back but, Leo has been known to get heated when being told that he looks or is old. Living out in the wild has definitely taken its toll on Leo physically. In the last ten years Leo began actively worshipping Erastil. However, he tends to keep his faith to himself.