About Orval ReddletonStat block:
Orval Reddleton (arcanist Summoner) Male human (Taldan) arcanist (occultist) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Class Guide 8, 78) LN Medium humanoid (human) Init +1; Senses Perception +0 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 Dex) hp 8 (1d6+2) Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. Melee dagger +2 (1d4+2/19-20) or longspear +2 (1d8+3/×3) Ranged sling +1 (1d4+2) Special Attacks arcane reservoir (1/4), consume spells Arcanist (Occultist) Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +5) 1st—long arm[ACG], magic weapon 0 (at will)—bleed (DC 14), message, read magic, spark[APG] (DC 14) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 14, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 7 Base Atk +0; CMB +2; CMD 13 Feats Augment Summoning, Spell Focus (conjuration) Traits noble born - lebeda, rich parents Skills Knowledge (arcana) +8, Knowledge (engineering) +8, Knowledge (nature) +8, Knowledge (planes) +8, Linguistics +8, Spellcraft +8, Survival +0 (+2 to avoid becoming lost when using a Mapmaker's Kit as you travel, +2 to avoid becoming lost when using this), Use Magic Device +2 Languages Celestial, Common, Daemonic, Draconic, Dwarven, Infernal, Sylvan SQ conjurer's focus (Summon Monster I, 1 minute) Combat Gear scroll of mage armor, scroll of shield, longspear, sling, dagger, bullets (20); Other Gear dagger, oil (53)longspear, sling, 50 gallon water barrel (worth 5 gp, 330 lb), ale (per gallon) (50), animal harness[APG], animal harness[APG], animal harness[APG], animal harness[APG], backpack, bear trap[APG], bear trap[APG], bear trap[APG], bear trap[APG], bear trap[APG], bedroll, belt pouch, blanket[APG], blanket[APG], blanket[APG], chain (10 ft.) (5), chest, large[APG], chest, large[APG], compass[APG], drill[APG], earplugs[APG], flint and steel, hammer (3), hemp rope (300 ft.), ink, inkpen, iron spike[APG] (5), ladder, lock, average (2), magnet[APG], manacles (3), mapmaker's kit[APG], miner's pick (3), pack saddle(4), paper (20), periscope[APG], piton (10), pot, saw(4), scroll case, shovel (5), signet ring, soap (11), soap, spell component pouch (2), thieves' tools, torch (20), trail rations (5), wagon (light), waterskin, Fine wine (per bottle) (3), mule, mule, mule, mule, 11 gp, 3 sp, 6 cp
origin story:
Born to a wealthy cleric of Abadar, Orval lived a privileged youth. He had always admired his fathers power over the peoples of his congregation. The ability his father had to assert his will over others inspired Orval. He could control the congregation with ideas and ceremony, and as long as this control was asserted the people were happy, they felt safe, commerce flourished. At a young age Orval became utterly obsessed with control. He would capture rats and teach them to do mazes or little tricks in exchange for food. he would even get them to attack and kill one another. the stupid rats die and the intelligent rats get fed and are able to propagate more freely. This is the natural order of things. As he got older Orval would try to control people as his father did, but his lack in social guile left him largely without success. Orval always seemed to know what the "correct" decision for people to make was, he just could never convince them to do it. It was at this point that he began his arcane studies. Perhaps if he couldn't get people to obey him for their own good, He could summon creatures that would obey him. He studied and practices the mysteries of arcane magic unrelentingly, and when he wasn't doing that he was conducting more experiments on rats, or reading books on other subjects. His mother fearing that her son might become "A giant nerd", "an insufferable dweeb", or "A pointy hat geek" hired a local mercenary to break up the relentless studying with lessons in martial combat. Though Orval did not much enjoy it, he did see it's value towards the goal of a total and well rounded education. In his teenage years, Orval came across a man fixing a leak in the roof of his house. The man was atop the domicile along with some building materials. As he was passing by, Orval decided to stop and watch this mere peasant toil through his meaningless task. He could see the small beams of the roof start to bow in. He watched a while longer and then yelled out to them man You are going to to fall. You don't have enough structural support to hold that much weight with so little displacement. The man scoffed at the rich brat, and continued about his work. Not 2 minutes later though the roof collapsed. Orval rushed into the hut to check to see which beams had broken. The site before his eyes was horrific. Not only were the beams mere plans of wood inefficiently laid with their wide face up, But there was not a single cross brace to be found. The center beam had snapped under the weight of the peasant and a couple hundred pounds of materials. The lowly peasant moaned in agony as he lay on the ground. I guess the decent thing would be to help the poor helpless fool. He kneeled next to the wounded man and checked him for mortal wounds. Finding none he simply said. an A-frame with cross braced members would be much more structurally sound. Also you should always maximize the length of your structural members along the axis parallel to the direction of the shear force, not orthogonally as you have done here. If only there were some sort of laws that directed people how to do the normal every day things correctly....This poor man would probably never have fallen off the roof. Orval's formative years were filled with such preventable accidents as the one with the peasant on the roof: Fatigue on carriage axle leading to critical failure, insufficient shoring in a mine later leading to a tunnel collapse, Sick people spreading diseases to healthy people when they could just as easily been quarantied or burned. It seemed to poor Orval that the world was filled by miserable idiots. Idiots who could be safe and happy if only they had a little more structure, guidance, and micromanagement in their lives. One day Orval heard about expeditions being sent into the stolen lands, and he was already privy to the rampant banditry in those areas. Talking to his father he proclaimed with the resources in the stolen lands, If somebody could convince the bandits to unite, they gain far more money through governing the land then through terrorizing it. His father, weary of hearing Orval's mother complain of the dead rats found about the manor, agreed to give his son a loan to help finance and lead one of the expeditions being sent south. With this thought in his head, Orval couldn't help but think that this would be his chance to make people listen to his ideas. If he could just get the bandits to form some sort of government, he could help them draft laws that would make them rich, but also keep the people safe. He would also finally be free of all of the disapproving comments from his mother regarding all of the dead rats. He immediately went to the recruitment office. I will finance and lead an expedition to the stolen lands. And I will secure the area from bandits. He then slipped the recruiting captain a sum of 100g. I believe this should be sufficient to get me one of the charters. From amongst the many applicants Orval carefully selected those who would serve as his companions, offering them considerable compensation and a share of any valuables acquired by the expedition.
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