About Thomas ThorneStats:
Male Half-Elf Cleric (Blossoming Light) 4
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AC 10, touch 10, flat-footed 10 HP: 32 (4d8) Fort: +4, Ref: +1, Will: +7 (+9 Against Enchantments) ------------------------------
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Cleric Spells Memorized (CL 4, +7 Concentration): 2nd -- Consecrate, Lesser Restoration, Visualization of Mind
Cleric Spells Known 2nd: Burst of Radiance, Consecrate, Lesser Restoration, Resist Energy, Suppress Charms and Compulsions, Visualization of Mind
Domains: Glory (Heroism) (DC of Channel Energy +2), Sun Domain Abilities: Touch of Glory: +4 (Cleric Level) on a Charisma skill or ability check Check; 6/6
Channel Positive Energy(Su): 2d6/2d6+4; DC (21)(10+2+4+2+2+1); 11/11 ------------------------------
Str 8, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 18 Base Atk +2; CMB +1; CMD 11 (+2 BA, -1 Str) Traits Envoy of Healing, Sacred Conduit Feats: Improved Channel, Noble Scion (Scion of War), Selective Channel Skills: ACP 0 Diplomacy: +11 (4 Ranks, 4 Cha, 3 TCS) (+2 to persuade an evil creature to do good/all good creatures)
Favored Class Bonus: +4 Skill Points Languages Celestial, Common, Elven
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Rider of Haemil: Half-elves receive Noble Scion as a bonus feat at 1st level. Low-Light Vision: Half-elves can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light. Elf Blood: Half-elves count as both elves and humans for any effect related to race. Elven Immunities: Half-elves are immune to magic sleep effects and get a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects. Keen Senses: Half-elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception skill checks. Fey Thoughts: Fey Thoughts (1 RP): Select two of the following skills: Acrobatics, Bluff, Climb, Diplomacy, Disguise, Escape Artist, Fly, Knowledge (nature), Perception, Perform, Sense Motive, Sleight of Hand, Stealth, Swim, or Use Magic Device. The selected skills are always class skills for the character. This trait replaces multitalented. (Perception, Use Magic Device) ------------------------------ CLASS ABILITIES
Promise of Faith: A blossoming light vows to trust in her deity’s protection over arms and armor. She is not proficient with any armor or shields. The blossoming light cannot use or benefit from any of her class features (including spellcasting) while wearing armor or using a shield, or for 1 minute thereafter. This ability alters the cleric’s armor proficiencies. Promise of Purity: A blossoming light must be truly pure of heart. She must be good-aligned and worship a non-evil deity. If the blossoming light willfully commits an evil act, she loses all class features (including spellcasting) until she atones. This alters the cleric’s alignment. Luminous Font (Su) (Modified for Teysura): A blossoming light forsakes her deity’s deeper mysteries to focus on benevolence, healing, and bringing light to darkness. A blossoming light still selects domains and retains access to domain powers, but does not gain domain spell slots. Blossoming lights are beacons of goodness, guiding others to follow their own best natures. A blossoming light adds half her level on Diplomacy checks against good creatures or to convince an evil creature to take an action against its evil nature. A blossoming light’s channel energy is usable a number of times per day equal to 5 + her Charisma modifier. At 2nd level and every 2 levels thereafter, the blossoming light gains an additional use per day of channel energy. At 3rd level, when a blossoming light channels energy to harm undead, her channeled energy also harms evil outsiders, worshipers of evil deities, and evil creatures with light sensitivity or light blindness as if they were undead. At 7th level, when a blossoming light channels energy, she can expend an additional use to fill the affected area with bright light (as per daylight) for a number of rounds equal to her cleric level. At 10th level, a blossoming light can use atonement once per day as a spell-like ability, but only to offer redemption to others (as per the spell). Using the spell in this way does not require a focus or material component. This ability alters channel energy and the cleric’s domains. ------------------------------
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Backstory:
~~~~~~~ ”What’s your story, boy? How did a woman like Lady Alessandra Thorne come to have a son like you?” Thomas smiles at the man his mother had hired to see him the thousand some miles from the Kingdom of Haemil to the Vale of Talanor. ”It is a long story.” He replies softly as he begins to speak. ~~~~~~~ Screams in the night. Snow in the air. Heaps of dead bodies, yet not a single drop of blood to be found. Worse, there were many villagers missing. This is what the Lady Alessandra Thorne found when she was leading her patrol near the village Kjolin. Anyone who was raised on the western side of the Iron Mountains knows what that means: orcs and vampires, what the savages call the Nightblood clan. Terrifying enemies to be sure, but the Riders of Haemil carry the mandate and trust of the King of the Gods. Their ancestors fought and killed the demons of Kiravor. What were a dirty lot of heathen blood drinkers against the divine blood of Haemil? Taking up her family’s sword, Daybringer, which Thorne family tradition maintains was forged by Valthyra during the God’s War, Lady Alessandra led her men across the mountains to reclaim their people. She led them out knowing that the first storms of winter would soon be upon them, but the villagers of Kjolin would not survive the winter amongst the savages. What they found in the dark forest east of the Iron Mountains was gruesome. A clearing in the woods, frost covered ground. Bodies drained and cast aside. A fell orc woman anointed with blood surrounded by berserking warriors. Lady Alessandra turned to her company and cried, ”What cannot be saved must be avenged!” With that battle cry they charged the clearing. Orc Berserkers are fierce fighters. Denying pain and fear as they cry out battle cries to their ancestors. No amount of fierceness though can withstand a mounted charge over open ground. The Berserkers died hard, but they did die. Not so the blood-drenched orc woman, she moved amongst the Lady’s company like smoke. Their glittering mail were no proof against her claws and wicked fangs. Their sharp swords no charm against her as they bounced off her bloody skin. Most terrifying was the blood magic she wove as she struck down the Lady’s company. But well-named is Daybringer. Where it struck the orc vampire light and fire bloomed. With its power and Lady Alessandra’s skill, the contest should have been short, but the vampire had grown strong feasting on the people of Haemil. Their battle lasted long into the night, ending with coming of dawn. It was a victory sorely purchased. There was little life left in Lady Alessandra come the dawn. She collapsed in the clearing, ready to join her ancestors. She awoke to singing and to a man whose eyes, she said, held starlight. This man and his family nursed Lady Alessandra back to health and sheltered her during the winter until the pass near the Fist opened once more. When she returned home she brought her sword, the arms of her men, and new life growing within her. ~~~~~~~~~ Thomas’ face had grown still during the story, but he smiles near the end. ”I always found the story quite hopeful. That even among savages my mother found kindness and succor. The evil deeds of some do not taint an entire culture, and those who do practice wickedness choose to do so, which means they might always make a different choice.” His guard gives the noble priest a dubious look. ”That doesn’t tell me why you are dressed in white robes best seen on a woman or why you mother has paid me to nursemaid you to Talanor.” The priest’s smile neither falters nor grows brittle. ”Why do men do anything but for love and a hope for a better future? Though the immediate reason I am wearing the Sacred Mother’s robes is because she called and I answered. I know that as the Goddess of the earth we should describe her stone, but when I pray she is an ocean of light, lapping at the shore of my soul. When the tides of her love for all of us crash into me, it spills out as light and life renewed in our world. It is not only a divine love that leads me to Talanor but the love of man, one man in particular.” ~~~~~~~~ When I first saw him there was sunlight gleaming in his golden hair and joy radiating from his eyes. He smiled at me. In that moment, I loved him, at least a little bit. Most nobles of Haemil can sit a horse, mount a lance, and wield a sword whether that is where their natural gifts lie or no. I confess that I have always been a bit of a rebel as such things go. It will not be by my hand that any mortal shall perish by mortal weapons. You think it is shocking to see me in these white robes? Imagine my Lady mother’s chagrin. Bad enough that the gods gave her a priest of a son, they could not give her a priest of Calledrym? This is not to say that my Lady mother is not pious. She has her own type of gratitude for the Sacred Mother, but she would prefer that her son share in the rule of the King of the Gods. As a Captain of the Riders and as a swordswoman, my mother commands her share of respect. Nevertheless, our lineage back to Thullan is much less direct than that of Gunther Krögen. It is one thing for me to be a bit of a rebel it is another thing for a member of royalty to be. In most respects, he is everything a royal of Haemil should be. The light of Aerista’s Gift shines through him clearly. He can sit a horse. He can mount a lance. He can wield a sword. He was doing such that day when I saw him sun gleaming gold in his hair. He was and is perfect. I had been asked to judge the match between him and one of his cousins. He didn’t win, but he strove valiantly. Even my Lady mother might say it was well fought. After the match, I squired for him because all the squires had other duties. It was then that I learned that his gifts went further than being a respectable royal. His godling-blessed sight is so keen and his wit is as sharp as his sword. We became friends. In time we fell in love. How could I not? He is so handsome, so clever, and so kind. As our love deepened, I realized how unhappy he was, how under utilized his true gifts are. I encouraged him to seek permission from the King, his uncle, to pursue his studies in Talanor. The King, in his wisdom and grace, gave his blessing. Gunther journeyed to the Bright Tower and won his place. That was two years ago. Six months ago, in one of his letters to me, he said that he had become one of the Proven. He also asked me to come to him in Talanor. Our separation has been so difficult for us both. I pled with my Lady Mother and the high priestess of the Temple of First Light to journey to Talanor to be with Gunther and serve in the temple in Oldtown. That is why I am here. Why you are here is because my Lady Mother said, ”The gods don't protect people, son. That's the work of men with sword and lance.” Or, at least, that is what she told me. No journey ever began for one reason alone. . . Appearance and Personality:
Height: 5'11"
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