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20 posts. Alias of DarkPhoenixx.


Elf (half-drow)


Inquisitor of Gorum 1




Chaotic Good

About Melchior the Wickеd

Elf Inquisitor (Preacher) 1
CG Medium Humanoid (elf)
Init +2; Senses Darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +8
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +2 Dex)
HP 10 (1d8+2)
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +4; +2 vs Enchantments
Immune sleep
Weaknesses light sensitivity
Speed 20 ft.
Melee greatsword +2 (2d6+3/19-20) or spiked gauntlet +2 (1d4+2) or dagger +2 (1d4+2/19-20)
Ranged dagger +2 (1d4+2/19-20)
Special Attacks Destructive Smite (+1 damage) 5/day
Inquisitor Spells Known (CL 1; concentration +3)
1st (2/day) - Cure Light Wounds, Disguise Self
0 (at will) - Conjure Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Disrupt Undead
Domain Rage
Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 13
Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 14
Feats Breadth of Experience
Skills Bluff +5, Disguise +5, Intimidate +6, Knowledge (any) +3, Knowledge (Religion) +7, Linguistics +2, Perception +8, Ride +2; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception
Languages Common, Elven, Sylvan, Undercommon
SQ monster lore, stern gaze
Traits Charming, Chance Savior, Reckless; Drawback Paranoid; Racial Darkvision
Other Gear scale mail, greatsword, iron holy symbol of Gorum, spiked gauntlet, signet ring (5gp), spell component pouch, large hip flask, dagger, explorer's outfit, backpack (2 days of "Melchior's special" trail rations, jar of honey, flute, flint and steel, blanket, soap), bandolier, 2gp 2sp 9cp
Judgment (Su) Inquisitor can pronounce judgment upon her foes as a swift action. Starting when the judgment is made, the inquisitor receives a bonus or special ability based on the type of judgment made.
Monster Lore (Ex) Inquisitor adds her Wisdom modifier in addition to her Intelligence modifier on Knowledge skill checks to identify the abilities and weaknesses of creatures.
Stern Gaze (Ex) Inquisitors are skilled at sensing deception and intimidating their foes. An inquisitor receives a morale bonus on all Intimidate and Sense Motive checks equal to 1/2 her inquisitor level (minimum +1).
Melchior looks like common elf, slightly shorter than most, with long brown hair tied into clumsy ponytail. He weares long light colored robes with cuirass on top and carries greatsword wich pommel are shaped as holy symbol of Gorum.

Old Background:
(since i suck at writing consistent story unless it is based on the dice rolls this dialog will have to do)
- Is there something wrong, lady? - bartender asked while cleaning a glass with the piece of cloth.
- What? Oh, no. You just remind me of one man. Man i have not saw for a while. - young elven woman lean back in her chair.
- A man, you say. Was he bartender too?
- No, no. He was a hunter. Like my father. I still remember how my father brought this little baby, wrapped in blanket and crying, said he found it in the woods. We cared for him, fed with goat milk. I mean, i was a child myself that time, but... it was so cute. Yet there was something sinister in that creature. Only later we figured out... Aaanyway - she lean forward, resting her head on the hands, elbows standing on the bar. It was quite easy to notice woman was quite drunk already - he was quite frail. And weak. Tried to be hunter like father, not really good at it he was.
- I would not call myself weak...
- Haha, i did not meant that. Its your eyes. His was ruby-red tho, but with same spark of determination. He would not give up. Probably that is what gave him favor of god of war.
- Favor? - bartender put glass on the shelf and started to clean the bar
- Yea, eventually he became servant of said god. Even could channel the divine power into spells. I always felt he was more attuned to magic. We all to some extent, but he... I am happy he found what he was looking for. If not for some unfortunate events, we probably would travel together.
- Another drink?
- I think i had my share alre- - she said as cute hiccup did interrupted the sentence - But if you see him by any chance - she stood up and picked up a glaive that was resting against the wall, blade of which was covered by black sack - He is hard to miss, long fair hair, creepy red eyes, greatsword on the back. Name is Melchior, or so he like to be called now. Will most likely get drunk and make ruckus - she walked to the exit but halted before the door - So, if you see him, tell Victoria said "summer nights are too short sometimes, but they too long if you are waiting"