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About Sir Chalse Pietroforte

CHURCH OF RAZMIR RIVAL: Sir Chalse Pietroforte
XP 1200
Half-elven fighter 4/rogue 1/aristocrat 1
N Medium humanoid (elf, human)
Init +3; Senses Perception -1 (+0 to find traps)
DEFENSE
AC 19, touch 13, flat-footed 16; (+3 Dex, +4 mithral chain shirt, +2 darkwood shield)
hp 41 (4d10+4 +1d8+1 +1d8+1 +4)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +3; +1 vs. fear, +2 vs. enchantment spells & effects
Special Defense
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft.
Melee mw cold iron longsword +9 (1d8+5), shield bash +7 (1d6+3), sword & shield +7/+5 (1d8+5/1d6+3)
Ranged mw comp longbow +7 (1d8+3), rapid shot +5/+5 (1d8+3/1d8+3)
Special Attacks sneak attack +1d6
STATISTICS
Str 16, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 8, Cha 13,
Base Atk +4; CMB +7; CMD 20
Feats Skill Focus (diplomacy) (B), Two-Weapon Fighting (B), Weapon Focus (longsword) (B), Weapon Specialization (longsword) (B), Improved Shield Bash, Rapid Shot, Double Slice
Skills Acrobatics 1 (+7), Bluff 1 (+5), Climb 0 (+3), Diplomacy 6 (+13), Handle Animal 1 (+5), Intimidate 3 (+7), Knowledge (history) 1 (+5), Knowledge (local) 1 (+5), Knowledge (nobility) 1 (+5), Knowledge (religion) 1 (+5), Ride 3 (+9), Survival 1 (+3), Swim 0 (+3); Armor Check Penalty 0
Languages Common (Taldan)
SQ bravery (+1 vs. fear), armor training (-1 ACP), trapfinding +1, FC: Fighter (added to hp)
Combat Gear mw cold iron longsword, mw comp longbow (+3 Str), 30 standard arrows, 10 cold iron arrows, 10 silver arrows, mithral chain shirt, darkwood shield, 2 potions of cure light wounds; Other gear light warhorse
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Sir Chalse was smuggled out of the Duchy of Melcat by his adoptive mother, only hours before Razmir burned the capital to the ground. Already, he had been trained to take a position in the court, although he was low enough in the chain of precedence that he knew that he would never sit the ducal seat. With one night of fire, he shot to the front of the line of succession, but with no Duchy left to rule.

It has been almost 50 years, living in exile, and the Cult of Razmir has grown stronger year by year. Thanks to the elvish blood of his birth mother, a diplomat from Sevenarches, Chalse has aged more slowly than a human heir would have, and yet his years have only doubled his disappointment, as military action taken in his youth failed to dislodge the bloated tick that is Razmir from his once-proud nation. As the years became decades, he has come to believe that Diplomacy may now prove stronger than the blade he spent a lifetime training with, and begun honing his skills at statecraft again, hoping to rouse allies against the Razmiran contagion that has taken root in his homeland, stirring up neighboring nations to push back against the rabble-rousers and rogues that seem to make up the so-called ‘Church’ of Razmir.

Here in Absalom, he seeks lore, to bolster his case, and while his own research skills are merely adequate, he knows that his tale of woe can stir the hearts of those who may already have cause to mistrust the vandals of Razmir, so that he can persuade more scholarly sorts to uncover written records that will disprove the bewildering array of lies and half-truths spread by his thuggish clergy. Sir Chalse has also lowered his once-lofty standards, and begun to associate with some lower-born professionals, who might have a feel for the pulse of the underworld, where he suspects many Razmiri contacts, as the self-professed ‘priests’ are little more than thieves and conmen themselves.

Those who aid him, either in underworld matters related to uncovering acts of perfidy by local Razmirans, or by scholars who may help him uncover Razmiri lies, or, best of all, fellow diplomats and courtiers who might aid him in stirring local nations into pushing back the spread of the Razmiran filth, will gain his favor.

Boon Sir Chalse is an aristocrat without a country, and so finds that he has little but promises to offer in compensation. What funds his step-mother smuggled away in their flight have been devoted towards his mission, and keeping himself appropriately appointed, to represent his station, and while he can earnestly offer grants of land or noble titles within the Duchy of Melcat, that nation no longer exists, and will not so long as Razmir draws breath.

He does maintain respectable quarters within Absalom, and, if nothing else, can offer food and lodgings, for those who have done a service for his cause, although he often entertains, and would prefer if uncouth quests were to make themselves scarce when he is wheeling and dealing…