Ordezi Korasani's page

Base Stats
Hit Points: 13
Initiative: +2
Speed: 20 ft (base 30 ft)
Hero Points: 1

Offense
BAB: +1
Melee: +4
Ranged: +3
CMB: +4

Defense
AC: 18 FF: 16 T: 12
CMD: 16
Fort: +4
Ref: +4
Will: +1

Melee
Unarmed Strike: +4, 1d3+3
Longsword: +4, 1d8+3/19-20
Spiked Quickdraw Light Shield: +4, 1d4+3
Dagger: +4, 1d4+3/19-20
Ranged
Shortbow: +3, 1d6/19-20
Dagger: +3, 1d4+3/19-20

Climb +8 (-6)
Handle Animal +3
Knowledge(geography) +5
Knowledge(nature) +5
Perception +6
Stealth +6 (-6)
Survival +6
Swim +7 (-6)

Cliff-Master
Pioneer (Survival)

Quick Draw
Improved Shield Bash

Racial Abilities
Bonus Feat
Skilled

Class Abilities
Favored Enemy: Humanoid(Human) +2
Track
Wild Empathy

Scale Mail
Spiked Quickdraw Light Shield
Longsword
Dagger (2)
Shortbow
Arrows (10)
Bedroll
Small Tent
Compass
Map Making Kit
Hemp Rope (50 ft.)
Grappling Hook
Backpack
Signal Whistle
Explorer's Outfit
Flint and Steel
Belt Pouch
Backpack
Waterskin
Flint and Steel
Trail Rations (8 days)
Alchemist's Fire (1)
Acid (3)
Light Horse
Riding Saddle
Saddlebags

3 gp
1 sp
Various pieces of cheap jewelry (10 gp)
Scarf (5 gp)
Kapenia (15 gp)

Age: 20 years
Height: 6 ft. 0 in.
Weight: 190 lbs.

Ordezi is a Varisian man just entering the prime of his life. Black scrubble covers his cheeks and chin and his long black hair is kept tied up by multiple loops in a long braid. Multiple tattoos cover his body and he dresses in brown and green clothes with a splash of orange. Various pieces of cheap jewelry pierces his ears and nose, and a couple of rings adorn his fingers. The most notable piece of clothing he wears is a bright orange and green scarf that he keeps tied around his waist.

Ordezi's time in the wilderness has left him a somewhat rough man. It's not that he prefers the loneliness of the wilderness or the company of civilization, but rather than he transitions between both. In town, though, he's typically a seemingly open and jovial person around others. It's rare that he goes beyond the most superficial of things, for his experiences have left him fearful of creating deep connections of friendship and more. Even so, the need for more still burns inside him, which has brought him to seek out the company of others on a regular basis. He desperately wants to be more than the loner that wanders the wilderness, hunting, so he has a tendency to latch onto causes to try and help others.

Ordezi shifted uncomfortably in the somewhat more ostentatious than he was used to chair that had been provided for him. "Tell you about myself? I thought you called me here... Alright, here goes, I guess. I never was much of the storyteller."

"I was born across the length of the Inner Sea region in the city of Magnimar. I didn't live the entire time there, mind you. I was born in my parents caravan and I ended up traveling the length of that land, several times over. I remember the days of climbing the bluffs and hills of the land, running through its forests, and generally trying to worry my mother and father as much as possible." He smirks at that thought and his eyes grow distant for a moment.

"However, we couldn't have spent our entire lives in that place. My parents said that Desna had called them to leave their, our, caravan, and to travel far away. I think I was 5 at the time that we left. I still want to make my way back there someday, climb on the spires and just remember the land. Maybe when I'm older." He shakes his head. "Back to the story... So, we had left our homeland behind, traveling to the east, until we reached Lake Encarthan. My parents sold their wagon in order to help finance the construction of a flatboat. We apparently had relatives amongst one of the fleets. Distant relatives, to be sure, but relatives none the less."

"We were welcomed warmly and lived amongst the boats for a number of years. It was during my stay there that I began to learn more about surviving off the land and began training to defend myself. They favored lighter armor and weapons than my heavier frame seemed to support, so it was decided that instead of the styles they favored, ones that worked well on the shifting decks of the boats, I was to be trained in a more solid style, something more suited to land-based combat." He chuckles to himself. "However, there wasn't anyone in the fleet that favored such a style. Oh my, did they ever talk that one out. I'd say it was a week before it was decided that an outsider would be hired to teach me. I was against it, but they'd have none of that. The elders had made the decision and my parents had gone with it, so I was stuck. They hired a mercenary, most likely a bandit, or maybe a former one, to teach me to fight. Austwick did just that, often leaving me with vicious bruises. He wasn't a kind master, but he made sure that I understood the movements and could repeat them reflexively. Once he was done, he left." He stops for a moment, in thought. "Wierd man, he was."

"After some time, probably when I was around 15 or 16 years, the other members of the fleet found out why my parents had left Varisia. Apparently, they were thieves, and ones of quite some skill. They had robbed a couple of powerful and rich figures in Magnimar in Varisia and they were eventually identified. We had fled before the authorities had managed to catch us. Most of the fleet didn't care, but a couple of unscrupulous figures saw a potential for profit. They managed to get word back to Magnimar of my parents location... I had been out, scouting ahead of the fleet, when agents from Magnimar had arrived at the fleet." He pauses, a look of sadness, pain, and rage darkening his face. "They slew most of the members of the fleet and burned the boats. My uncle and a cousin, their names I will no longer speak, were the only survivors. They were also the informants. When I found them, they were weeping on the shore, a bag of gold sitting nearby them. They told me the tale, professing that the didn't think that the entire fleet would be punished. Disgusted, I struck my uncle, knocking him unconscious. My cousin scrambled away from me and a picked him up, hoisting him into the air by the neck and crotch, before throwing him into the river. My eyes streaming with tears, and my burning anger abated for the moment, I took the purse they had been given and left the two there." He stares coldly at the floor for a bit, as if living through the encounter again.

"It wasn't a day before a pair of bandits attempted to rob me. I laughed coldly and slew them both. I took a nasty wound from the exchange though, and sought a nearby town to recover. It was there, while I was recovering, that I found that there was a bounty on the bandits." He grins. "So, I took up my sword and bow and started hunting them. Sure, it wasn't easy, but with patience, a good sword arm and eye, and some ingenuity, you can pick them off, one by one. Here's the thing, though. As I worked, I made maps, which I found I could sell as well. So now I had two sources of income, one reliable and one not so much. I'll leave you to guess which is which." He grins again and there's a sparkle in his eyes. "I worked my way around the River Kingdoms, although I found that Brevoy gave more consistent work. Perhaps its the fact that they've got a 'single' ruling power."

He leans back in the chair. "So, that's my story. What was it that you wanted to meet with me about anyways? I get a little anxious around such fancy places as this."