 About Markus JägerIntro, Defense & Offense:
Marcus Jäger Male Human Paladin 1 LG Medium Humanoid (Human) Languages:
Speed 20 ft
STR 16 (+3) (14 Base +2 Race)
DEFENSE
OFFENSE
Ranged
CMB: +4 (1 BAB +3 Str)
Class & Race Features:
PALADIN FEATURES Aura of Good (Ex) Detect Evil (Sp) Smite Evil (Su) 1/day Favoured Class Bonus (Paladin): +1 skill HALF-ORC FEATURES
Traits & Feats:
Mythic:
Champion Tier 0 MYTHIC FEATURES
MYTHIC PATH ABILITIES
HP per Tier: 5 MYTHIC FEATS
Skills:
Armor Check Penalty: -6 ADVENTURE SKILLS
BACKGROUND SKILLS
Spells:
Gear:
(Carried) +2 Mithral Breastplate 8200 gp (15 lb) +2 Heavy Metal Shield 4170 gp (15 lb) +2 Adamantine Scimitar (Legendary) 8015 gp (4 lb) -Powerful (+2 LP) -Returning (Standard: teleport to owner's hand in the same plane) -Upgradable (Half the cost of upgrading enhancement) Cost is: 15(basic scimitar) +3000(Adamantine) +2000(+1 Enh) +6000/2=3000(+2 Enh) =8015 Cloak of Resistance +2 4000 gp (1 lb) Belt of Physical Perfection +2 16000 gp (1 lb) Headband of Alluring Charisma +2 4000 gp (1 lb) Amulet of Natural Armor +1 2000 gp (- lb) Ring of Protection +2 8000 gp (- lb) Boots of Speed 12000 gp (1 lb) Dagger 2 gp 1 lb Canteen 2 gp (1 lb) Belt Pouch 0 gp (.5 lb) Ioun Torch 75 gp (- lb) Bandoleer .5 gp (- lb) Handy Haversack 2000 gp (5 lb) with
Cash: Gp:2937 Sp:16 Cp:0
At the Cemetery Gates:
-You, rookie!- the Sergeant shouted. -Stay here with the wounded. We’re going in there and, if things go bad, someone has to evacuate them. So the Sergeant was sparing him. Markus didn’t know why. Maybe it was true and someone had to be left behind to report. Maybe he made him remember his son, or something. The fact was that his platoon was about to go on a suicide mission without him. He felt a bit disappointed - after all, he’d joined the fight to be useful - but, after all, these were the orders and he was in no position to question them. -Yes, my Sergeant! -Okay, listen y’all- barked the Sergeant to the others. -It’s full of undead, type 2, there where we’re going. Grab your holy things, pick maces, and all that jazz, because you’re going to need it. Pray all you know. And may Iomedae be with us. The platoon went to the zone the High Command needed cleaned which, from the reports, was an old cemetery from where the undead were increasing their ranks. They were ready to give their lives at the hands of the horde of zombies, skeletons and who knows what. Their hopes were not even near victory, but maybe create destruction enough that the next team sent could clean the zone. An immolation for the greater good. What they saw there, though, exceeded all expectations. The undead army was fed by a portal from which dozens of creatures came to this world by the minute. Not only the team was exterminated within seconds, but the undead also detected the presence of the wounded men guarded by Markus. They launched a swift attack to get them, as these were potential soldiers for their army. -They’re coming! Go, go, go! We need to leave!- Markus shouts alerted everyone, and they started to evacuate the place. They all tried to flee, stumbling and hobbling, the least injured helping the most wounded, but even so they realised they would be caught in the end. -So, I was told to evacuate these men, and that I will do- thought Markus. He put one knee to the ground while telling the others to go, prayed to Iomedae, and set himself on containing the undead enough for his brethren to flee. He fought hard and well, but that wasn’t enough. Soon he was heavily cornered and for every zombie that he killed two more took its place. He exhausted all his resources and was about to be dealt the final blow… Suddenly, everything around him stopped. A blinding light invaded his senses, and he felt he couldn’t move. Everything turned white, and he thought that is what one feels when he’s dead...
Rebirth:
-Were you dead, Markus, you’d be in Heaven. And you’re not.- The voice was warm and calming. He could feel it inside his head rather than hear it but, if asked, would have been able to describe its timbre and tone. Markus tried to reply, but he couldn’t open his mouth. -No, you’re not dead, but you’re in extasis. I can’t hold you for much time, but enough to receive some of my gifts. -My Lady… Why… This… I…- even Markus’ thoughts were inconsistent and dull. The voice spoke to him one last time. -Hush,my dear. You’ve proved yourself worthy of my attention, and that’s all you need to know. Many times I’ve told a mortal what to do, or what he has done to deserve a boon, and that has spoiled it all. Just be as you are. Now, wake up. You’ve got a task to do.
Markus:
Markus is a tall and strong guy in his late twenties, with long black hair and a perennial two-day shadow of a beard. He’s had his share of fighting already, which has left marks and scars on him, such as a long line near his neck or the difficulty in chewing with his left side teeth. His deep involvement in helping fight against evil has been quite rewarding for Markus, though it has taken it’s toll regarding personal relations. Still, he is straight though polite, and a good listener. The one who enjoys a good joke, though not the best at making them. But, before all that, he is a follower of Iomedae, one who thinks everything he has and he is can be given away for a greater good. Markus' greatest fear is helplessness.
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