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--------------GM PC SHEET------------ Sex: Female Race: Human looking Garuda-Blooded (Plumekith) Class: Cleric (The Empyreal lords) (Archetype - None)[Retired Pathfinder] level 18 Age Unknown
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AC 35 = Base=10 +11=Armor *+2=Shield +5=Dex +1NA +5=Deflation (ring) +1Insight bonus Touch 21 Flat footed 34
HP 121/121 (16d8+32+16) Items*
*+2 saving throws against becoming blinded or dazzled.
Attacks
Base Atk 12/7/2+;
Class: proficient simple weapons, light armour, medium armour, and shields (except tower shields). --------------------
Concentration Check +22 --------------------
Good Domain
Carrying Capacity Light: lbs. Medium: lbs. Heavy: lbs. Start 315,000 gp Spent 277,250 [left 37,750]
Total Weight: lbs.
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In Form
In action
Background:
Childhood.
"He was of Elysium he stayed a while, once you were born, he
After this she would touch the Gem and it would whisper to her.
Her home then was A long house where those harmed by the bitter cold, explorers, adventures and traders could fine a warm bed and healing to mend their hurts. It was here that she one day meet a pathfinder group, they were young brave and looking for old ruins. They told her tails of the big world outside, it was then that also gave the young child her name Lorenna "The Winter Rosa". For her fair skin and red lips. Soon everyone was calling her by this name, and the stone in her for head the "WinterGem" Years passed and as daughter the Gem would talk to her, this thing of Elysium showed Lorenna how to stop dying with a touch. How to gain power from faith, how to make light and how fight evil. Most of all it told her of the good done by the Empyreal lords. A group of Demi-gods that fought evil when good gods would not or cannot. The deeds of good they do in the world, the light they brought. She studded them and the healing crafts, worked hard and helped where she could. Loss and the Pathfinders
Life in the pathfinders. He was dying he knew that, he could feel is life bleeding out from the wound in his back. The undead horde can come so fast, he looked over at his captain, half of his head was missing and the mess that was left was no longer recognizable. A tears started to from in his eyes, he turned his head away from his leader and his last thoughts turned t0 his 3 year old daughter, he tried to hold her image in his mind, I shall end seeing her, he though. Then the ground shuddered as another Arbalester round slammed down cold hard earth, he could hear that there was still some fighting around the camp. He forgot what was around home, his daughter he could remember the smell of her hiar and his wife Anna, he would be in the bone yard soon and he was so sad, so very sad. He got ready to take is last breath and he wished so much to see his child and wife again, as held his last breath and looked up into the snow clouds, something move across the them, All around fighting but something was coming for him flying down from above a start, a star just for him such was its light. An angle in gleaming armor and starlight winds, her wings , wings that covered him and blacked out the pain, as he looked into her eyes she said "Every things going to be all right" the angel placed her hands on him and for a moment he was light with her, Then he tuck another breath. "you were so close but now you will be fine, rest here, others fight this day and you have done your duty, fear not you will see yours again" The angel stood up then and looked around, the undead now came for her, she looked down at him "you should cover your eyes sweet Solder" as he did so it was if the sun had come out that cold and most memorable day. He spotted her again, two days later, she was at then tent flap to his healing tent, and around him others had saved. She was talking to others of the pathfinders. It was they had some to their aid when no others would. They say The Winter Rose comes not to the highborn but to the lowest 1st, to the poorest and weakest the ones with no hope. He knows that's true every time he holds his child. Kings died that day but not he, blessed be the Winter Rose. Child in the Snow She had made a mistake, now she was running for her life, she was six, or seven she did not really know, and she hated the fact her legs where so small. Bigger kids can run faster, they can climb walls. She was too weak to slow and now drunks would cache her. She just called herself Liz. It was the name the old lady had given her when she had found the Tiafling baby, thorn out, left to die in the cold. Horns, tail, wrapped in a rag. Old Meg was kind; she had taken the child in, feed it and looked after it. Meg was mother old meg was her world. But then the cold winter, now heat in the Shack and meg had grown still and cold, trying to keep the child warm. She has sat with her for 3 days and nights until hunger had driven her out into the streets, there to beg and steal. Beatings, cold and hunger became her world.
"What!!" "ITS DRINKING HIS BLOOD" "ITS A DEVIL, "GET STICKS, COME ON LETS GET IT!" She had run, but her legs where to short, she had gone down a side street and there was noway out. They came after and the rain of blows started. Pain and pain and crying, so much pain and cold, they had done, she lay there, her blood around in the snow,
The cold was such her tears slowed as they ran down her blood stained face. There she lay, waiting to die, feeling warm as the cold too her life away. Then from above, a light, filling the dull evening snow glow on the cold city ally. Was this what Meg had felt when the cold took her.
A smile like a star looked at her, to hands came down and with great care picked her off the snow. Hand fall of real warmth, her pain faded away, she felt bones move and strength come back into her small body. She smiled at the woman, the woman spoke. "Hello, I'm Lorenna, what’s you name." She could not talk, but then in a small voice she said.
The Woman looked sad. It was then that Liz knew she would have to say what she had not said even to herself. "Meg went to Heaven, she went cold and ..." The Crying started, the woman held her close as she did, The Gem looked into the child's mind. ::Let me tell you of this child’s life and you decide Lorenna,:: it did this a lot now Lorenna was older. It told her the child’s life, after the crying has eased Lorenna said. "I Knew old Meg, she was kind and you know what, she asked me to come get you, before she went to Heaven. She wanted me to come and look after you and I promised her I would. I am so sorry i'm late; the snow heavy you see, and it took a lot long to find the town. So now I am here, I need to ask you something, would you like to come home with me, I live a long way from her, at the city in the centre of the world, I have a big house and in it is a room just for you. How do’s that sound." All she could do was nod her head, this woman had shown her care and she trusted her, why she did not know but she did. "Good, now hold tight they may tingle." The woman pulled out a roll of something and read it. Then next moment they were in sunshine a whole world away. Retirement "A 'good Cleric' they say the best thing to take on a mission, this has a double meaning, when your blood is pumping out onto the cold stone deep underground. You have to ask would you want a cleric who knows Angels or one that knows Devils and Demons." This was Torig the Brave, who had known her for year’s., The bar was packed and more where coming they had been drinking and eating most of the day, old faces, new ones, everyone and anyone who knew her as there. Friends, she had adventured with over the years. "You know Torig when I pulled that bad tooth of yours out; remember in the Iron wood hills, you called me all manner of Demon." The group broke out with laughter at that, Ron the halfling, who joked they had never made a lock he could not get past. Shot back
More laughter, Lord Greenwold, an elf always bad hopping once her lover long ago, now a trusted confidant. He's latest lover, a male human knight who was flaring with the barman added. ”And I had to try and open his mouth; in the end Loren had to smack him over the head three times to knock Torig and get that blasted tooth out. She was just about…” Then Zorg-Leen the mage who had come with some kind of woman he had made of Glass and by now as very drunk stole the punch line. He had been spending the day telling everyone of the time she had been turned into a Chicken by a trap. But now he cried out ”It was then the Dragon ATTACKED!!”
”Then Lorenna has to in the middle of one of the MOST epic fights very, take out my tooth and wake me back up to deal with an angry red dragon. Arr Lorenna, I am going to miss ye” She hugged her missing her wings thank the gods, the half orc could crush rocks with his hugs. He held her but asked. "So Lore, after doing this madness for years, you’re really retiring from the pathfinders? What the hell for, your respected, well known, you can pick you crew for a mission, why now, you’re on the top of your game kid, now why though that all walk away.?" She reached over and upped her empty wine glass and indicated she wanted anther, while holding him with the other arm. She noted others had stopped what they were doing and where looking at the pear of them. "That's why, I am retiring you dumb half orc, I'm at the top, not much more for me to do but get a desk and send poor sots like you out to get chopped up looking for loot. Look, see my wings, no use behind a desk and you just can't get a seat that lets you fold them up the way I like. So it’s a simple as that. That and the fact I have a child to look after as well." "The Tifling child you found?" Torig asked "Yes Elisabeth, I have legally adopted her and she is now, Elisabeth Winter Rose. I made promises to protect her and look after her. She has lost one protector I'm not be another, I know how loss feels trust me." "Like the time you lost that Orb of Dragon kind Loren"
"You know what I mean Tinna, and I did not lose that ORB!, that blasted half Devil Zon stole it back!" More laughter, She let Torig and turned to the collected throng, she tapped her now full class, all most fell silent. "Fiends, collages and rascals, yes I am talking about you Jarick, and get your hand out of Ologs Money Pouch" She did not need to see to know what he was up to. "There comes a time when the fun must stop, the adventuring come to an end. I have died more times than I care to count, come back to be burned, frozen, blasted, swindled, shot, stabbed, blown up. I have picked up your legs and arms, fixed broken bones and minds. All this on a good pathfinder day . “
”You all know our lives as pathfinders are hard. The coin we make large the risks we take larger still. I have enjoyed every moment. But I am retiring, I will be taking a Diplomatic post here in the city, Spending most of my work time commuting between here and the higher plans. Also Elisabeth my daughter will be starting Collage here under the great Brythen Blood himself. So this is my last drunken night as a real pathfinder, the bar bill is on Jarick and he has most of your money by now.
”Thank you all so much for coming and the presents, I’m going to come ground now and see you all. It has been a joyand an honour to work with you.” She pushed her drink up.
::”Was that hard to do?:: ”You have no idea how hard and no peeking in my mind to find out, all I want to say is, this new job of yours better not be risky!” ::”Not at all, you’re just going to be an envoy that’s all”::
Redemption He came to her one night while the house slept. She opened her eyes and there he was at the foot of her bed. "Get dress Lore we need to talk"
"I need you to do something for us, for the host Celestial and it’s not going to be easy."
"Tomorrow Elisabeth will contact you, tell you a man we both know has gone missing, she will ask for your help in finding him. This you will offer because you’re a good mother. But you will not be the only one looking for him. There will be others; one in particular is of interest to the host. I will tell you about her shortly and what we hope you can achieve, but know Elisabeth is safe and looked over, she will have nothing to do with what you must do." That made her feel better, but now she had to deal with the blasted riddles and half-truths, O well something never change. but who what why? He patted a seat; she went over and sat, next to him. "There is a woman, in form an old crone, going now by the name of Hama, this we think is one of her names. We learned from a Devil that the Hells are very interested in acquiring this individual’s soul. They have put we are told considerable time and effort into corrupting it, years of work in fact. Even going so far as to send a small personal Devil to oversee its corruption." she asked
"No, We would like you to try and thwart the corruption, we would like you to attempt to redeem this lost soul or shift it to Chaos and away from law. There will be risks, and this will in no way be a simple or easy task. Once that Devil sees you close to her, it’s going to try and bolster her to your advances and even try and use her to counter corrupt you. But we know that kind of play don't we, remember Ismaic, that's all you need to think of on that front.
::”Whats he hiding?”::
She looked over at him, another mission with in a mission like Ismaic, They had told her the road to joining their ranks would be hard, that's she would be tested again and again, now here she was again. Facing another of Hells plots. [b]”Well nice, thank you, now if you don’t mind pop off and let me get some sleep, it would seem I have going to have a long day tomorrow. NOTES:
Mithril HP/inch 30; Hardness 15; [Intelligent]:
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