About RazkivRazkiv
Bot blocks
[dice=Scimitar Slash]1d20+6[/dice]
[dice=fire bolt vs Touch]1d20+4[/dice]
[dice=Flame Blade vs Touch]1d20+5[/dice]
[dice=Produce Flame vs Touch]1d20+5[/dice]
Horse, heavy (combat trained):
Heavy horse (Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 177) N Large animal Init +4; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +8 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 11 (+4 Dex, +2 natural, -1 size) hp 19 (2d8+10) Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +3 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 50 ft. Melee bite +5 (1d4+5), 2 hooves +0 (1d6+2) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 20, Dex 18, Con 21, Int 2, Wis 17, Cha 11 Base Atk +1; CMB +7; CMD 21 (25 vs. trip) Feats Endurance, Run [b]Tricks Attack, Combat Riding, Come, Defend, Down, Guard, Heel Skills Acrobatics +4 (+8 to jump with a running start, +12 to jump), Perception +8 SQ combat riding Other Gear bit and bridle, feed (per day) (28), military saddle, pot, pot, saddlebags, small tent, torch (5) -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Combat Riding [Trick] The animal has been trained to bear a rider into combat. Endurance +4 to a variety of fort saves, skill and ability checks. Sleep in L/M armor with no fatigue. Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail. Run Run 5x your speed in light/medium armor or 4x speed in heavy armor and keep Dex when running. Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ ft. by sense of smell. The three lives of Barildrer Keegback:
As Razkiv, was that even his name anymore, walked through the tall grass of late autumn headed towards the town of Sandpoint he couldn’t help but think back to the last time he tried to make a similar trip a lifetime ago, maybe two…
Badrilrer was excited His brother Bardin was headed to Sandpoint to open a brewery, and Badriler was to be his apprentice. The old cart rattled and squeaked under the weight of the 3 Casks of Kegback Stout, the real treasure, the hops, where hidden hidden in a compartment. Even if they were robbed they would still have what they needed to thrive is a town starved for fine Dwarven Stout. Their banter was was interrupted by the rush of creatures racing across their path, the brothers turned to see what they where running from and saw the wall of fire rushing towards them at a breakneck speed, it rolled over the wagon and brothers, and Badrilrer’s world was filled with pain, then nothingness. The nothingness was broken by the return of the pain, he eyes open to see the face of a monsterous Shoanti, “Etseg mini, ene khün amid baina”, he quickly reaches for his axe and the pain overwhelms him again. =========== Razkiv looks down to his hand and fire dances across it, ’Fire marks so much of my life’ The Shoanti pressed the glowing brand into Barildrer’s chest, but he refused to scream out. He knows the process only takes seconds but it seems to take forever, the Shoanti moves looks him in the eyes, I name you Razkiv of the Sklar-Quah for the emberstorm that birthed you... Years later it was Razkiv’s duty to use a similar brand to light the pire upon which his mentors lifeless body lay… ============= The dwarf holds the ball of fire burning in his hand to the wild flower growing in the grass near him and the flames caress the flower without burning it. ”So much has changed”... Razkiv finished his climb down from the steppes and toward the ironically named Ashwood forest, he was more surprised Fire Bringer had let him live after Chochok death then he was that the chief who had never liked him had exiled him and left him without a mount, time to start another new life he was thinking when he first saw the elf sitting under the tree watching him. [i]”Well met brother, I had expected you earlier” more than anything he was startled by his/her use of the language Chochok taught him, the “language of the spirit of the world” ”You are not what I expected, but I should know better than to expect anything. Come eat he have much to discuss and a long way to go to get you to your destination. Days, or Weeks, later Razkiv, is no longer sure, remembers another conversation with Orphne, ”The fire within you need not consume, trust, open yourself to The Great Eld, be at harmony with the fire and the earth and the plants”
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