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Torrosk Brokenblade Paladin
Male half-orc paladin (undead scourge) 3 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 117)
LG Medium humanoid (human, orc)
Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +0
Aura courage (10 ft.)
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Defense
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AC 20, touch 10, flat-footed 20 (+7 armor, +3 shield)
hp 28 (3d10+8)
Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +3 (+2 trait bonus vs. divine spells of different faith than you)
Defensive Abilities orc ferocity; Immune disease, fear
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Offense
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Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor)
Melee greatsword +6 (2d6+4/19-20) or
. . heavy flail +6 (1d10+4/19-20) or
. . heavy shield bash +6 (1d4+3) or
. . heavy shield bash +2 (1d4+2) or
. . longsword +2 (1d8+3/19-20) or
. . longsword +6 (1d8+3/19-20)
Special Attacks smite evil 1/day (+1 attack and AC, +3 damage)
Paladin Spell-Like Abilities (CL 0th; concentration +1)
. . At will—detect evil
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Statistics
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Str 15, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 9, Cha 13
Base Atk +3; CMB +6; CMD 17
Feats Improved Shield Bash, Toughness, Two-weapon Fighting
Traits disdainful defender, reactionary
Skills Acrobatics -6 (-10 to jump), Diplomacy +6, Intimidate +3, Knowledge (religion) +5, Perception +0, Sense Motive +4; Racial Modifiers +2 Intimidate
Languages Common, Orc
SQ lay on hands 2/day (1d6), mercy (sickened), orc blood
Other Gear lamellar (iron) armor, +1 heavy steel shield, heavy wooden shield, greatsword, heavy flail, longsword, longsword, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, belt pouch, flint and steel, sack, waterskin, wooden holy symbol of Pharasma, 7 gp, 2 sp, 9 cp
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Special Abilities
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Aura of Courage +4 (10 ft.) (Su) Allies in aura gain a morale bonus to saves vs. fear.
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Detect Evil (At will) (Sp) You can use detect evil at will (as the spell).
Disdainful Defender You are resistant to the magic of other faiths. You gain a +2 trait bonus on all Will saves you attempt against divine spells. This bonus does not apply against divine spells cast by a caster who worships the same deity you do.
Immunity to Disease You are immune to diseases.
Immunity to Fear (Ex) You are immune to all fear effects.
Improved Shield Bash You still get your shield bonus while using Shield Bash.
Lay on Hands (1d6 hit points, 2/day) (Su) As a standard action (swift on self), touch channels positive energy and applies mercies.
Mercy (Sickened) (Su) When you use your lay on hands ability, it also removes the sickened condition.
Orc Blood Half-orcs count as both humans and orcs for any effect related to race.
Orc Ferocity (1/day) If brought below 0 Hp, can act as though disabled for 1 rd.
Smite Evil (1/day) (Su) +1 to hit, +3 to damage, +1 deflection bonus to AC when used.

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Torrosk Brokenblade was a typical ½ orc in a typical orcish camp. Which was to say his life was hell. Despite being as big as the other orcs, and despite being smarter than the other orcs, he was always the brunt of jokes, and orc jokes generally started, or ended with a beating. Or on special occasions both. He was never allowed the weapons that others were given, having to settle for weak or in many cases already broken weapons. He prayed for the end of it, for the end of the camp, for his revenge.

Someone must have been listening, but not anyone Torrosk would have wanted listening. Just after Torrosk’s 14th birthday, the camp was attacked. The shadows themselves boiled and came to life, hideous creatures, grey flesh the color of death, taloned fingers and horribly sharp teeth bounded after the shadows, snarling in glee as they started to rend their way through the orc encampment. Torrosk knew that he needed to hide, and found his way into the woodshed and hid under the wood pile, pulling logs and kindling over himself in a futile effort to hide from the creatures.
A shadow slid in amidst the wood, and leered at the ½ orc boy with a soft, creaky voice, that oozed malevolence. “Foolish, foolish child. You cannot hide from a shadow in the dark.”
The things hand reached out for the wide-eyed boy’s ankle, and Torrosks ankle, and Torrosk felt a cold so intense it burned. Worse still was the horrific pulling that started, making Torrosk gasp for breath that wouldn’t come. Torrosk’s vision went dim, and the cold spread throughout his limbs. Torrosk fought but the cold…it just made him want to sleep, and Torrosk slipped into that feeling.
He awoke with a start, and a sharp intake of breath. Bright light caused him to blink and shade his eyes with one hand. White walls surrounded him, a small basin atop a nightstand showed recent use, and a washcloth hung lazily over the lip. Torrosk looked down and found he was in a bed with fresh linens. He tore the cloth off his feet looking down, the horrible memory of the things cold grasp on his ankle flooding back. The foot was still there, but just above the ball of his ankle was a stark white handprint that stood out against his tanned-greenish skin.
The door to the room opened then, and a woman in a grey robe, wearing a necklace bearing a spiral comet symbol on it stepped through. “You are awake. Good. It would seem that Pharasma is not quite done with you.” Her smile put Torrosk at ease, and the mention of Pharasma instilled a certain sense of peace in the young ½ orc.
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Time passed for Torrosk, and he tried the best he could to fit into Pharasma’s clergy, but his orcish blood gave over to rage just a bit too often. He understood that death came to everyone, just or unjust, and followed the prophecies as best he could, but his blood cried out for action. To put it simply, he was terminally bored. He started to question how undead were allowed to exist, since they stopped a soul from getting to its deserved rest, or unrest. They tore at the frayed end of prophecy, and unraveled them, changed them where they weren’t supposed to.
He often brought up his questions, to the exasperation of his instructors. This in turn led to many chores. Between gathering firewood, splitting chord upon chord of that same wood, fetching water from the river, helping fix the masonry with the stonemason, and basically, any other sort of labor his instructions could invent, the boy grew up, large and broad. With the boy still questioning his instructors,( and the church looking better, and being stocked better than ever) the clerics of Pharasma in Magnimar were at a loss. What to do with Torrosk? Certainly the City of Magnimar was not ready for a 1/2 orc cleric of Pharasma to be unleashed on her streets. Especially one with the questions that Torrosk continually asked, but what were the options?
Fortunately, the answer came in the form of Terrant Ulish. The cleric of Pharasma offered the boy another path. “You ask a lot of questions, lad. A lot of the right questions.” Terrant told him by way of an introduction one day at vespers. The man didn’t look like the others. He was travel worn, his clothing threadbare, and well used. He looked like he was a man of action. This was something Torrosk looked for. Torrosk waited on Terrant’s every word. “You strive for action, your blood calls for it.” Torrosk only nodded. “I have one question to ask then. If you found a man breaking the bond of Pharasma, robbing souls of their rest, what would you do?”
Torrosk thought for a moment. His first reaction was that he’d hunt the man down, and strike him down with the retribution of Pharasma, but this was not impartial, not what he’d been taught. He started to speak his first thought, and then stammered, “I would seek the guidance of Pharasma that those spirits could be pulled from the man.”
The backhand blow that slapped Torrosk, left stars in his vision and the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Torrosk growled deep in his throat, but stayed retaliation. “Don’t ever lie to me boy, or I’ll unleash more than the back of my hand!” Terrant snarled out at him. “What would you do?”
Torrosk growled “I’d hunt the man down and show Pharasma’s might as I struck him down for his sins!”
Terrant laughed and ruffled Torrosk’s hair, “Now THAT’S and honest answer.” He turned back to the head cleric, who had been standing back in the shadows. “He’ll fit right in. You were right to contact me. He has the wisdom to serve our Goddess, but his temperament is wrong for the lay clergy. I’ll claim him and teach him. He’ll join Pharasma’s Scourges starting today.”