About Teacher CorvorilTeacher Corvoril
Adventuring Gear backpack, bedroll, blanket, canteen (2), elven trail rations (7), flint and steel, grappling hook, hammer, hooded lantern, mess kit, piton (4), silk rope (50 ft.), small tent, tindertwig (4), torch (2), cooking kit, grooming kit, scriviner's kit, chronicler's kit, 1 gp
Background (Seaman):
The seaman might not have been born on the sea, but he’s lived almost his entire life upon it. The seaman is essential for crewing merchant vessels and naval ships. Some seamen are former outlaws, pressed into service for their crimes.
Alignment: Any Skills: Choose 2 of the following skills as class skills. If a skill you select is already a class skill, you receive a +1 competence bonus on checks using that skill.
Bonus Feat: Choose either Dodge or Martial Weapons Proficiency Race Stuff (Shoreborn half-elf):
TYPE Humanoid (elf, human) 0 rp SIZE
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Skill bonus (Perception) 2 rp Static bonus feat (Skill Focus) 2 rp Low-light vision 1 rp Fey Thoughts 1rp Swim speed 2 rp Amphibious 2 rp TOTAL: 13 RP Possible Build:
Level 1 (UnMonk VMC Cavalier) - FCB: +1/4 Ki; Order: Order of the Star; Feat: Aquatic Combat; Monk feat: Deflect Arrows; Background Feat: Dodge; Bonus Feat: Pummeling Style Level 2 (UnMonk) - FCB: +1/4 Ki; Monk Feat: Combat Reflexes Level 3 (UnMonk) - FCB: +1/4 Ki; VMC: Challenge; Feat: Crane Style Level 4 (UnMonk) - FCB: +1/4 Ki; Ki Power: Barkskin (?) Level 5 (Hospitaler Paladin) - Feat: Crane Wing; Bonus Feat: Combat Style Master Level 6 (Hospitaler Paladin) - Level 7 Champion of Irori - Feat: Chain Challenge Level 8 Champion of Irori - Level 9 Champion of Irori - Feat: Pummeling Charge Level 10 Champion of Irori - Bonus Feat: Crane Riposte Teacher Corvoril:
======Code of Conduct for Champions of Irori====== • I will strive for personal perfection in all things - body, mind, and spirit.
A champion of Irori embraces law and goodness as other paladins do, conducting himself with honor and protecting the innocent; he loses all class features if he ever willingly commits an evil act. A champion of Irori must avoid entanglements that would distract him from the pursuit of perfection and may not incur debts nor give loans to others—though he is encouraged to give freely to those in need. He likewise turns away potential followers of any sort and may not recruit (and must discharge from service, if already acquired) any cohort, follower, animal companion, familiar, special mount, or similar creature. ======Description======
He wears dark brown linen trousers and prefers to go barefoot. His arms and shoulders a protected by simplistic leather vambraces, rerebraces, and pauldrons, protecting the pugilists’ hands and arms from the blades of opponents or the teeth of predatory fish. Elsewise he is topless. Each vambrace has ten shuriken slotted into them for ease of access and a large seax hangs from a leather belt for ready use in an emergency. Occasionally he carries a monk’s spade, a polearm that is as much tool as weapon. Teacher Corvoril carries himself with confidence. His superior elven senses allow him to focus on the environment and people around him without seeming to. Despite his intimidating size, he does not push his way through crowds, preferring to flow around obstacles like water, imitating his elven ancestors in their unnatural grace. ======Personality======
Teacher Corvoril seeks perfection. Not in the obsessive, unproductive way of the perfectionist. In their simplest form, Irori’s tenets could be summarized thusly: be better tomorrow than you are today. Read from a new book. Practice a new technique. Speak to a stranger. Contrary to the nature implied by his aquatic elven ancestry, Corvoril enjoys the structure of monastic life. A life without drama and distractions, but by no means a life without enjoyment or a sense of reward. Growing up in Absolom, the City at the Center of the World, Corvoril was surrounded by people from all walks of life and all nations. He is open minded, not allowing prejudices to steal opportunities to learn or experience new things. He is generous. Not with his possessions for he has none, but with his time and knowledge. He is humble and levelheaded. A highly skilled martial artist, he is not one to boast or rush to violence. ======History======
Martials arts are one of the steps on the long path to perfection. Most Irorans would never find themselves in a fight for their life, but martial arts improve body, mind, and spirit for any, from the humble tulip farmer to the wizened duelist. As he could breathe underwater, Corvoril was trained in the Way of the Crushing Tsunami. Water was not a good medium in which to exchange weak and rapid blows, hoping to wear one’s opponent down with a shower of attacks. Practitioners of the Way of the Crushing Tsunami were taught to deliver deliberate and powerful attacks, pooling their strikes into strong, punishing blows that would crush through an opponent’s defenses. His strength gave him the power needed to perform the taxing combat style, his constitution giving him the fortitude he needed to stand on the ocean floor in the face of the oceanic currents. The Iroran monastery in Absalom, like all monasteries, did work to provide for the poor and enrich their community. The monastery owned several fishing ships, and on one of those ships – the Serenity - Corvoril found a place. Ship life was inherently like monastic life. Order and discipline are of utmost importance at sea. If a sailor shirks his duties, if maintenance protocols are ignored, if high emotions are allowed to run rampant, the ship could sink. On the Serenity Corvoril could be in touch with his aquatic heritage and maintain his monastic lifestyle, all while presenting the occasional opportunity for a daring aquatic rescue. After a decade on the Serenity, Corvoril felt called in another direction. The Irorans had a sect of elite warriors who embodied the tenets of justice, enlightenment, discipline, and truth – Moreso than Irori’s other clerics: the Champions of Irori. Their numbers were not many. Irori’s core teachings were equally applicable to all, from righteous kings to craven cutthroats, but the Champions of Irori sought to strike down evil just as much as chaos, and in doing so they would uplift society. Champions needed not just strength of body and mind, but charm as well, something – admittedly – many monks lack. While he was never the most intellectual student, Corvoril had the physical strength, the mental fortitude, the force of personality and, most importantly, a good heart, making him a strong candidate for the small group of paladin-monks. Irori does not direct his followers with a closed fist. Everyone is encouraged to find their own path to enlightenment and perfection for there is no path wide enough to accept all who would walk it. When the discovery of the once lost continent of Azlant was announced, Corvoril felt an attraction to these strange new lands. Azlant represented an opportunity to Corvoril. An opportunity to pursue perfection. What lost knowledge lay hidden in the remnants of Golarion’s oldest civilization? It was more than just an opportunity to learn. Many of the adventurous, the courageous, the curious, and those who simply felt out of place in civilization were making their own ways to the new lands to build new lives for themselves and their loved ones. But not all who rush to new lands have adventure and knowledge seeking in their hearts. Some only wish to exploit those who travel unprepared to lands not protected by the rule of law. The Champions of Irori were sworn to uphold not only the tenets of law, but of goodness as well. Corvoril would help protect the denizens of the blossoming new settlement and build good will with the people, paving the way for the Irorans to build monasteries, which double as schools. ============ Teacher Corvoril stepped onto the gently swaying deck of the Peregrine and closed his eyes. He had been training with the Champions of Irori for the better part of a decade and had few opportunities to sail in that time, but a sailor never forgets the comforting arms of the ocean rocking them to sleep. What was an unfamiliar sensation was the weight of his heavy pack on his shoulders. Mundane as it was, Corvoril had never owned any more property than he could carry in one had. It was just as well that the Bountiful Venture Company was supplying basic equipment for the hopeful settlers of Azlant, as Corvoril also had no coin. His hemp and leather backpack bulged with camping equipment, surveying and writing tools, cooking kit and rations, flint and tinder, blanket and tent. A bedroll, lantern, and folding shovel were strapped to the outside. His surveying supplies were adequate but not comprehensive. He was Teacher, not Seeker, after all. The shoreborn inhales the salty sea air, taking a moment to enjoy the warm kiss of the sun on his dark blue skin and the familiar play of the ocean breeze in his silver-white hair. A shudder passes through the deck of the ship as ocean swell pushes the vessel against the docks, and Teacher Corvoril opens his eyes. He can't help but smile. |
