Thyste Hop-Lightly's page

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Offense
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee Masterwork Doru +5 (1d8+2, x3) brace
Spiked Heavy Shield +4 (1d6+1)
Gladius +4 (1d6+1, 19-20)
TWF -2 for both
Bite +4 (1d4+2)
Ranged
CMB +4
Offensive Abilities:

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Magic
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Statistics
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Str 14, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 10
Base Atk +2;
Feats Two-Weapon Fighting, Improved Shield Bash
Slayer Talents L2: Ranger Combat Feat (ISB)
Traits Shield-Trained, Resurrected
FCB's: 2/6 Magical Tail

Skills (9/level)

Acrobatics +7
Bluff +5
Climb +6
Craft (calligraphy) +6
Disguise +4
Heal +4
Intimidate +4
Knowledge (dungeoneering) +6
Knowledge (geography) +6
Knowledge (local) +6
Perception +4
Ride +7
Sense Motive +5
Stealth +7
Survival +4
Swim +6

Languages Common, Sylvan, Osiriani, Kelish, Tien
SQ Change Shape, Studied Target, Track
Gear
Spiked darkwood shield w/ sconce, 268gp
Masterwork Doru, 304gp
Short sword (xiphos), 10gp
Lamellar leather armor, 60gp
Masterwork Backpack, 50gp
Tanglefoot Bag, 50gp
Acid x2, 20gp
Alkali Flask, 15gp
Shortbow, 30gp
20 arrows, 1gp
Hot weather outfit, free
1/4 CLW Wand, 187gp
Rooms at the Inn, 5gp
5 torches, 5cp
3 trail rations, 1.5gp

1gp, 4sp, 5cp

(1000gp total budget)

In the gladiator arenas of Iblydos, two fierce warriors rose in tandem-- "Death Vixen" and "The Iron Spike." What many did not know was that these two warriors were one and the same.

Working the crowds twice a day took its toll on her, however; fatigued by her aggressive schedule, Thyste dipped right when she should have raised her shield, and an axe bit into her middle. When her opponent took his blade out, it took her life with it.

This would have been the end for her, but something unusual happened: a cyclopes asked for her-- by name.

The cyclopes of Iblydos have failed more often than not in their predictions ever since the death of Aroden. But hope reigns eternal, and Thyste had no next of kin to object; the cyclopes brought her back to life, and left her with an edict.

West.

It was simple, but terribly vague. It was either destiny or coincidence that on her way to the harbor, she saw a party of adventurers with Osiriani goods, boasting of their adventures in a recently-opened tomb.

Intrigued by how directionally-auspicious this was, she hopped on the next ship to Garund and made her way to Osirion.