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Brior
Skinwalker druid 1 (Pathfinder RPG Bestiary 5)
CN Medium humanoid (shapechanger, skinwalker)
Init +1; Senses low-light vision; Perception +2
Defense
AC 11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+1 Dex)
hp 13 (1d8+5)
Fort +3, Ref +1, Will +4
Offense
Speed 30 ft.
Melee quarterstaff +1 (1d6+1)
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 1st; concentration +2)
1/day—speak with animals
Druid Spells Prepared (CL 1st; concentration +3)
1st—entangle (DC 13), goodberryD, shillelagh (DC 13)
0 (at will)—create water, mending, purify food and drink (DC 12)
D Domain spell; Domain Weather (Seasons domainAPG subdomain)
Statistics
Str 12, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 12
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 12
Feats Toughness
Skills Craft (carpentry) +3, Handle Animal +7, Knowledge (nature) +7, Perception +2, Survival +8; Racial Modifiers +2 Handle Animal
Languages Common, Druidic, Elven
SQ change shape, change shape (+1 natural armor), change shape (attributes), change shape (claws), change shape (darkvision), nature bond (Seasons domainAPG), nature sense, untouched by the seasons, wild empathy +4
Other Gear quarterstaff
Special Abilities
Change Shape (+1 Natural Armor) (Su) You can choose to gain +1 natural armor when shifting into bestial form.
Change Shape (Attributes, Strength) (Su) In bestial form, a skinwalker gains a +2 racial bonus to her choice of Strength, Dexterity, or Constitution.
Change Shape (Claws) (Su) You choose to gain 2 claw attacks that each deal 1d4 points of damage when shifting into bestial form.
Change Shape (Darkvision) (Su) You can choose to gain darkvision with a range of 60 feet when shifting into bestial form.
Change Shape (Su) Shapeshift into bestial form, granting animal-like powers.
Druid Domain (Seasons)
Low-Light Vision See twice as far as a human in dim light, distinguishing color and detail.
Nature Sense (Ex) A druid gains a +2 bonus on Knowledge (nature) and Survival checks.
Untouched by the Seasons (1 hours, 5/day) (Su) As per Endure Elements
Wild Empathy +4 (Ex) Improve the attitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy.

The vast expanse of the Verduran forest lay before them as they emerged from the large hawthorn bush that stood alongside the ruined homestead that sat on the edge of the vast woodland.
Their journey had been almost instantaneous, one moment they had been gathered before a similar thorny bush on the edge of the Fangwood and then as Stallis drew upon the power of the land he merged them into the plant and with a strange sensation of dislocation they were transported hundreds of miles in an instant.

Brior felt oddly queasy as he tried to regain his equilibrium. He had never experienced this kind of travel before.
Stallis led them on this expedition, the tall rangy man was all but family.
Stallis was his fathers oldest friend and though not related by blood he was considered Briors uncle and had been a great mentor and friend to him, he had included Brior on this expedition to commune with other Green faith Druids, the blight within the Fangwood was not getting any better and something had to be done before it spread.
His uncle had been tasked by the arch-druid Aspen Zora to head out from Crystalhurst and seek guidance from another grove.
Brior had jumped at the chance to accompany his uncle, the opportunity to explore another land, to walk amongst the trees of the Verduran forest , to meet the elder druids of the wild wood lodge was a great honour.

you look a little sick Lad, take a breath, travelling this way takes some getting used to. I remember your father being quite ill the first time we travelled this way, he was as green as the grass he threw up on Stallis said laughing as he looked at his nephews pallid complexion.

Brior straightened up and swept back his thick fur like hair. He was fast becoming an accomplished Druid , his ties to the land growing stronger with every season that passed and he did not want to appear weak before his uncle and he tried to cover his nausea.

i am fine, just getting my bearings back. It is a strange feeling but it will pass.[/b} he said , drawing in a deep breath. The scents of the land filling his senses and he began to feel at peace again.
Nearing 20 summers old, Brior stood almost 6 feet in height, broad of shoulder and narrow waisted he moved with an almost animal like gait, a remnant of his lycanthropic heritage.
His eyes were a golden hazel brown and his face was strong and angular, and heavily bearded. The thick dark facial hair grew almost up to his eyes and covered much of his chest and arms and he looked a little bear like.
[b]I’m fine uncle, lets get going. I’d like to reach the forest before night falls

Grasping his oak staff Brior led the way toward the forest.
They had been walking for less than an hour when suddenly the hairs on Briors arms and neck stood up, bristling as a strange feeling of something dreadfully wrong began to grow within him.
Stallis ...something is wrong... he said as he gripped his staff tightly, his fingernails darkening and growing into sharp claws as he began to growl deep within his throat the muscles bunching beneath his leathers as his body automatically prepared itself for flight or fight. An involuntary reaction that gripped him suddenly.
The forest before them began to shudder as if buffeted by an immense wind and scores of animals burst from its edge, fleeing In desperation. The skies too were filled with flocks of birds that shrieked their warnings to the skies as they fled. then a great rumble crashed across the heavens and the ground trembled with a sudden violence.
Thrown from his feet Brior cried out in fear and confusion as all around him the earth seemed to writhe in pain as it heaved and cracked, great fissures tearing open across the landscape like wounds.
Turning to his uncle he saw his own fear echoed in his face and then a heart beat later he saw the roiling green wave of energy rolling like a tsunami across the horizon.
Brior watched frozen in terror as the green energy storm swept toward them. His uncle turned and grabbed at him , hauling him to his feet and half dragging him along as they sprinted away from the storm.
Brior! RUN!
They ran blindly across the heaving ground, stumbling and scrambling away from the certain death that approached, half turning back he looked for his uncle and saw him running a few yards behind him and the green mass was almost upon them, with a cry he stumbled as the ground beneath him gave way as another fissure ripped open and he fell backwards into darkness he saw his Uncle fall beneath the green wave as it tore him apart and then the green energy filled the sky above him and an agony such as he had never felt before ripped through his body as his eyes seemed to burn in their sockets, they filled with the green light until it seemed like his head would burst.
He crashed into the ground and darkness descended on him as the world above ended.
Several hours later he awoke, bruised and bloodied and as he opened his eyes his vision swam, he could see the rough earthen walls of the fissure all around him, the exposed torn roots hanging around him like spiders webs and he reached out for them, trying to pull himself upright but his hands closed on nothing but air as he missed them by several Inches.
Trying again he finally managed to pull himself upright, he was used to seeing in total darkness but not like this. Everything seemed rimmed with a green glow and he knew something was terribly different within him, something was wrong and frantically he rubbed at his eyes only to discover, to his horror that he now had but one.
situated in the centre of his forehead above his nose.
He cried out toward the sky in grief and fear and confusion and sagging back into the earth he wept bitterly as he felt the pain of his uncles death and the the pain of the land itself as it cried out like a wounded animal.

Eventually he came back to himself and realised he had to get out. The land would endure and so must he.
Clawing his way out of the fissure he emerged forever changed by the green energy that had destroyed the lands around him and gingerly he took his first steps into this new world.
He knew he had to get back home. Back to his own grove, he had to know if there was anyone left.

Several months passed as he travelled back toward the Fangwood. Moving mostly at night, resting during the day he hid from the hoards of undead that wandered the lands.
It was a time of constant fear and desperation and yet his connection to the earth was ever present, he and the land were one. The devastation had not severed that link and he drew upon its power more than ever before as he made his way home.
Eventually he drew near the borders of his own lands and as he moved through the blighted landscape he began to see signs for a place he did not recognise, a place called Prevail and there seemed there was some hope that he was not alone ...