About Mistel Ysafiel
Mistel Ysafiel
Half-Elf Hunter 1
NG Medium Humanoid (Half-Elf)
Init +2 (+2 DEX), Senses Low-light vision, Perception
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DEFENSE
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AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +2 DEX)
HP 13 (1d8 + 2 CON + 3 Toughness)
Fort +4 (+2 Base +2 CON), Ref +4 (+2 Base + 2 DEX), Will +2 (+0 Base + 2 WIS)
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OFFENSE
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Melee - Greataxe Attack: +3 Damage 1d12+3 Crit x3
Ranged - Shortbow Attack: +2 Damage 1d6 Crit x3
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STATISTICS
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Str 16, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 8
Speed 30 ft.
BAB +0; CMB +3 (+0 BAB +3 STR); CMD 15 (+0 BAB +3 STR +2 DEX)
Feats Toughness
Skills Handle Animal +3, Knowledge(Dungeoneering) +4, Knowledge (nature) +4, Perception +8, Stealth +6, Survival +6
Traits
Languages Common, Elven
Favoured Class Bonuses
1st -
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SPECIAL ABILITIES
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Equipment
Greataxe
Hide armor
Shortbow
20 arrows
Explorer's Outfit
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SPELLCASTING
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Spellcasting level: 1
Save DC: 12+spell level
Spell Known: 4 0th, 2 1st
Spells/day: 1 1st
Orisons:
1st Level:
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BACKGROUND
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Sitting outside the walls of the sleepy town of Kassen and admist the outskirts of the Southern Fangwood there is a cozy little hut surrounded by all manner of gardens. A constant stream of traffic from Kassen and surrounding hamlets travels to the hut. An injured man, a pregnant woman, parents with their sickly child, each knock and are allowed entry. Within the hut they find not a hunched old witch, but a beautiful elven woman of an age indeterminate to the people of Kassen. They know she has resided there since before they were born and will likely be there long after they die. Some say she was once the companion of Ekat Kassen himself, though she has never confirmed or denied such rumours. Her remedies and cures are reknowned and she in turn makes a tidy profit to keep her gardens and stores well stocked.
That Elven Hedgewitch is my mother. I grew up in that hut, tending its gardens and assisting in the healing of the weary. My mother wishes nothing more than for me to learn her trade and become a curer of ails, but I have my mind set on other things. Dangerous adventures and exotic places. Many an argument has begun with my mother finding me daydreaming when I should be -in her opinion- working and learning. I know not what my mother has against adventurers, but her only patrons to which she is ever rude are those who live such a lif. She keeps her secrets close to her chest and speaks little of her past to me. I know that she has a small ornate box she keeps under her bed. I have spied her pouring over it in the night, eyes filled with tears.
Elves live a long life and I have heard it said that if that life becomes one filled with regrets it can become a slow death instead. I want my mother to be able to be happy again, but somehow I don't believe staying here in Kassen and living the same life as her would make her so. At first when I began to train with the local hunters and trackers she was exasperated, but I have seen a pride in her eyes when I took to it like a fish to water. As much as she wants to keep me safe, I think she knows I have found my calling.
My mother has always disparaged the Everflame ceremony, called it hackneyed and complained of it filling the young people of Kassen's heads with arrogance over their own prowess. So naturally when the Mayor announced the ceremony's return after a four year absence I jumped at the chance to join in despite my mother's protests.
