About Vonna the HuntressMain Stats (done):
Vonna N/G Female Human Wizard (Void) 12 Str 8, -1 {10[race] -2[-2 points spent]}
Init +8 {+4[dex] +4[Improved Initiative]}
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Vonna
Female human wizard 12 (Pathfinder Player Companion: Dragon Empires Primer 29) NG Medium humanoid (human) Init +8 [+4 Dex, +4 Feat]; Senses Perception +11
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Melee
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft. (10 ft. with +3 leveraging mithral kusarigama) Special Attacks reveal weakness Wizard Spells Prepared (CL 12th; concentration +19)
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Base Atk +6
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Traits magical lineage, sacred touch Skills
Languages Aquan, Auran, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Ignan, Infernal, Minkaian, Nagaji, Samsaran, Sylvan, Tengu, Terran SQ arcane bond (+3 leveraging mithral kusarigama) Other Gear
Money 8,561 gp --------------------
[spoiler=Background]Vonna the Huntress: Ash and Ember The fire came without warning. One moment, Vonna was weaving flower crowns with her sister beneath the whispering oaks. The next, the world ignited. Screams shattered the peaceful afternoon as the sky tore open above their village, spilling out fire—not from lightning, nor dragon, but something older. Hungrier. The flames danced with purpose, licking away thatched roofs and wooden carts. Figures made of molten rock and writhing flame stormed through the streets—living infernos with eyes like coals, razing everything they touched. Vonna barely had time to grasp her sister’s hand before the world turned white. She woke to silence. The village was gone. Nothing remained but blackened skeletons of homes and charred earth. Her sister's hand was still in hers, but the fingers were ash. Vonna did not weep. Her heart had turned to stone, her tears boiled away in the heat that had stolen everything. The elders later whispered of the Ignari, ancient elemental horrors from a plane of eternal flame. They hadn’t been seen in an age—some said banished, others said forgotten. But Vonna remembered. She remembered every flicker and crackle, every scream cut short. She vowed that day: she would find them. She would learn their names. And she would burn them back. The first years were survival. Ash-slick roads, months of begging, stealing bread with trembling fingers. She stumbled across a hermit in the charred mountains who once served a wizarding order. He taught her how to write runes with soot and bind wind to her words. He warned her of magic’s price. She paid it gladly. When she came of age, she sought entrance to the Arcanum Spire, the most feared and revered magical academy in the known planes. She arrived with a coat of ash-colored wool, a dagger, and a scroll of fireproofing she had etched by hand. The masters scoffed—until she summoned a warding glyph in the air using no more than smoke from a candle. They accepted her on the spot. Years passed in a blur of scrolls, incantations, and sleepless nights. Her peers conjured illusions and charms to impress the Council. Vonna delved into forbidden texts and fire-binding rituals. She studied the Planar Codex by heart. When asked to define her discipline, she answered, “Vengeance.” She began traveling in her twentieth year. The Spire opened its gates to her as a sanctioned Seeker. With enchanted rings to protect her from combustion and a staff carved from obsidian, she walked the boundaries between worlds. First to the Emberreach Wastes, where firestorms spiraled like tornados and salamanders nested in magma. There, she learned the tongue of flame. Next to the Floating Library of Vael-Tor, where she bribed a scribe for a banned scroll detailing the origin of the Ignari—born from the breath of a forgotten god, sealed in the Ninth Furnace demi-Plane. Her final clue came in the Ruined City of Aresth, long abandoned after an Ignari incursion. There, among blackened bones, she found a circle of scorched stone and a single rune etched in blood and ash: Va’Kharen. A name. |
