Trystan Glenfauran's page

STR: 10 (+0)
DEX: 14 (+2)
CON: 11 (+0)
INT: 12 (+1)
WIS: 17 (+3)
CHA: 14 (+2)

AC: 14 / 12 touch / 12 flat-footed (+2 DEX, +2 armor)
HP: 25 (+3 Toughness)
Saves: +3 Fort, +3 Ref, +6 Will

Speed: 30 ft
Melee: Rapier +2 (1d6 P/18-20 x2)
Ranged:Masterwork Light Crossbow +5* (1d8* P/19-20 x2) 80 ft (* = additional +1 in 30')

(2/level + 1 human, +1 INT, +1 favored class)
Acrobatics: +2
Appraise: +1
Bluff: +2
Climb: +0
Diplomacy +8
Disguise: +2
Escape Artist: +2
Fly: +2
Heal: +8
Intimidate: +2
Knowledge (Local): +6
Knowledge (Religion): +5
Linguistics: +5
Perception: +5
Profession (Innkeeper): +7
Ride: +2
Sense Motive: +8
Stealth: +2
Survival +4
Swim: +0

Additional Traits
Toughness
Point Blank Shot

Anatomist (Combat)
Charming (Social)
Sacred Touch (Faith)
The Woody (Campaign, created by DM)

Good: Channel Energy 2d6 (6/day)

Good: Touch of Good (6/day)
Love: Adoration (6/day)

(4 orisons, 2+1+1 1st, 1+1+1 2nd)
Orisons: Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Resistance
1st Level: Bless, Command, Forbid Action + Protection from Evil
2nd Level: Hold Person, Spiritual Weapon + Enthrall

PP: 0
GP: 10
SP: 0
CP: 0

Light load: <33 lbs (current 28.5 lbs)
Leather Armor (15 lbs, +2 AC, 10% spell failure)
Masterwork Light Crossbow (4 lbs)
40 Bolts (4 lbs)
Rapier (2 lbs)
Holy Water (x2) (2 lb)
Belt Pouch (1.5 lbs)
w/Healers Kit
w/Flint & Steel
Cleric Vestments (at home)
Tankard (at home)

Nada

Innkeeper of the Publician’s House and cleric of Cayden Cailean. Trystan is a young, first generation native of Riddleport though he is a mix of two very different nationalities. His father (Donbard Trystan Glenfauran) was a cleric from Isarn in Galt who was transferred to the Publician’s House in Riddleport in an attempt to firm up their moral backbone and to investigate rumors of slave trading by its members. His mother (Shahara) was a Keleshite slave girl who was sold by her father to a slave captain and ended up in Riddleport and into the hands of Calistrian priests at an age too young to mention.

Trystan is a child of Riddleport and though his word-of-mouth knowledge of the larger world is significant, he has spent very little time outside the city. His life has not been without sadness and difficulty but he has an indomitable spirit and finds the best in people and situations. He loves to laugh and drink, lead a sing-song and lend aid to causes he finds good and righteous. You would be hard pressed to find someone who knows more drinking songs or ways to fill a mug. He also has a penchant for nicknaming people but never anything unsavory for those he calls friends.

He firmly believes that anything you need to know about people and how they tick can be learned in a tavern. He is a talented innkeeper and a connoisseur of fine wines and ales, but living in a port city has exposed him to a rare treasure called whiskey which he plans to pure pot distill himself as soon as he gains a little more knowledge and hard to find equipment. He is a talented drinker with a high tolerance but just like Cayden himself, he rarely gets to the point of being hampered by it. He loves to gamble but is smart enough to walk away from the table before he is further indebted to anyone. He knows he will make it back in tips the next night at the "House". He cannot stand a card cheat, he prefers to win by figuring his opponent out and using it against them at the right time. His style is to live life to the fullest but recognize and respect the line to excess.

Like his chosen deity, he detests people or organizations that would bend others to their will. Anyone that would take away another person’s freedom is fair game to him. He is rarely the strongest man in the room but quite often he is the quickest witted. He relishes the opportunity to make up a song about such individuals in public and put the spotlight right on them. He is also a skilled diplomat and lives for an opportunity to take a situation that could turn ugly and use his gift of speech to diffuse it. Often these circumstances end with him buying his victim a round, them having been taught a lesson. Other times a fight ensues, but unless his life is in real danger he will leave the sheathe on his rapier and smack his target about with it.

The Publician’s house contains an orphanage mainly for the children whose parents consumption makes them unfit to raise them. Trystan loves to spend time with the kids as he has a child’s heart. He likes to take them out into the community and put them to work doing chores for the disadvantaged and impaired or sing holiday songs for the elderly.

Living in Riddleport, he has been well exposed to the darker side of society. He is fluent in Infernal and Abyssal and keeps a constant ear out for information. His position as a bartender and a patron of taverns gives him ample opportunity to collect information and disperse it on the sly as he sees fit. Many individuals in town who fight for good find it worth their while to stop by the Publician’s House and sometimes they find a note attached to the bottom of their mug.

He is a gifted healer, both in the natural methods available to anyone and in the powers granted to him by his deity. He cannot stand to watch anyone suffer so he spends much of his time practicing this craft, even donating a day of each week to working at a local healing-house.

When he turned sixteen he became very curious about his mother. All he knew is that she was that she worked in the House of the Silken Veil, that she gave him up at birth and that she died of a terrible flu before his first birthday. He was just old enough to enter on his own so he went with the chore money he had managed to save up and selected the oldest woman in the lineup. This drew a good number of smiles from the ladies. When they got to her room he revealed that he had come to find out more about his mother. The woman did know Shahara but between his mother being intensely private and not wanting crush the boy with the truth of her death, she had little to share. She did mention that sometimes the women in the house had health issues that they were reluctant to bring up for fear of reprimand. He offered his skills to these ladies for only the cost of supplies. All they had to do was come to his Inn under the guise of a night out, take a different door in the restroom hallway to the basement and he would treat them there. He has been doing so for the last eight years. There is also rumor of a secret society that aids quickwives in escaping Riddleport and starting over with a new identity, but if asked Trystan “Wouldn’t know anything about it”.

He loves women, all women, and proclaims it through song and deed. Not in an outright lustful or bawdy style, more in a celebration of what they bring to life. Often you will see him flirting and chatting with women whose hair turned grey long ago, arm around them, focused solely on the on stories and the wisdom they share. In doing so he makes them feel young and special again. This does nothing but raise his stock with potential love interests, nor do his better than average looks. When he does take a lover he does so away from prying eyes. He doesn’t lie to the women he spends his time with and he is forthright with them about not being ready to settle down yet.

He knows of a half-elf named Lia Smythe in Riddleport. She was/is from The House of the Silken Veil just like his mother but she would barely be old enough to remember her. Once in a while he catches her watching him out of the corner of his eye. Not in the way he sees other women look at him, more like pure curiosity. Anytime he has ever tried to approach her she has either slipped off into the shadows or waved him off from a distance while in the company of questionable folk. This has gone on for so long that he is convinced there is something about him that keeps her away. He would like to know why, but to this day has no idea.

A month ago a tall and imposing figure named Isegrim Valko showed up at the Publician’s House, new to town and looking for a room. Trystan quickly took a liking to the gentle giant with a sad heart which he thinks he keeps disguised better than he does. He enjoys getting the big guy to crack a smile, and has even managed to make him snort once or twice. “Grim”, as Trystan calls him when out of earshot of others, proved useful around the bar. His mere presence was enough to dissuade most fights and if one did break out he showed amazing restraint in how he handled it. As “Bigs” (Trystan’s public nickname for him) has had a tough time landing full time work since he arrived, he and his fellow Soakers typically cut him a skim of the tips each night for the significant decrease in broken furniture around the place.

He will be at the tournament at the Gold Goblin because they serve drinks and he heard the word “gamble”.