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About Xai BailongXai Bailong
==DEFENSE==
==OFFENSE==
==STATISTICS==
Skills:
(5 skill ranks/level) Acrobatics* +7 Appraise +1 Bluff -1 Climb* +6 Diplomacy -1 Disguise -1 Escape Artist* +2 Fly +2 Handle Animal* -1 Heal +2 Intimidate* -1 Knowledge (Dungeoneering)* +5 Knowledge (History)* +5 Perception* +9 (Shards of the Past) Ride* +2 Sense Motive* +7 Stealth* +10 (Shards of the Past) Survival +2 Swim* +2 ==SPECIAL ABILITIES==
Inventory:
(used 103.1/105gp)
shortsword (10gp) studded leather armor (25gp) darts (6/6) (5sp - 3gp total) javelin (2/2) (1gp - 2gp total) backpack (2gp) samsaran life wheel (25gp) - This handheld wooden spool spins freely within a boxlike housing. Inscribed upon the exterior of the spool are dozens of samsaran prayers along with names or symbols associated with a samsaran's past lives. Samsarans believe that spinning the wheel during meditation strengthens the spiritual connections between their former lives. If a samsaran meditates with her wheel for at least 10 minutes about a Knowledge (history) question relating to her own history or the histories of her past lives, she gains a +1 insight bonus on the check. incense (10 sticks) (10gp) bedroll (1sp) mirror (10gp) flint and steel (1gp) trail rations (6/6) (5sp - 3gp total) silk rope (10gp) soap 2/2 (5sp - 1gp total) waterskin (1gp) Masterwork Chain Shirt 2gp, 9sp ==TRAITS==
All the fluff:
==BACKGROUND== As are all samsarans, Xai Bailong was not born, but reincarnated, possessing inherent memories of her many past lives. Most of these memories are but dreams, flitting about in her consciousness. Unfortunately for Xai, one of these memories is far more distinct than the rest: She lies on her back, breathing labored, in unbearable pain. Where is she- a temple? A man stands over her, tall, clad in red, his face obscured, like a blur- but she can make out the long, pointed ears of an elf. He stoops down over her, straddling her body, and she can almost make out the terrible smile upon his face. Fade away, the blur-faced man says, fade away, Bailong, and may your fists vanish with you unto the dusts of time. His hand plunges into her chest- she hears bone breaking and blood splattering- and the memory ends abruptly. This vision has haunted Xai all her life. It is not common for samsarans to recall the deaths of their previous lives, much less in such gruesome detail, and Xai's mentors were deeply troubled by the story told them by the teary-eyed youth. To distract her from her horrifying memories, the elders placed Xai in martial training, hoping it would give her the strength to push through this distraction and seek true enlightenment. This training was hell for Xai, however. She excelled in fighting, but would often strike out against her teammates with techniques none of them- including her instructors- had ever seen before. These outlandish techniques came to Xai from the memories of some incarnation far in the past, and through her research, she learned of the Bailong (White Dragon) Thundering Palm style, which died out centuries ago after all its remaining practitioners were hunted down and killed. Realizing that she had inherited a fighting technique that was now unique in all the world, she began to practice it in secret, using incense and her life wheel to tap into her past life memories. Slowly, as years passed, she began stitching the foundation of the Bailong Thundering Palm together from these piecemeal memories. She progressed through her studies, and became especially fascinated by the ancient Thassilonians, learning their languages and traditions, as they, too, were a mystery nearly lost to the ancient past. Her fellow students of the martial arts showed her no quarter and mocked her techniques, despite the fact that she rarely lost in sparring matches. But that vision of her terrible death continued to haunt her- becoming more and more vivid as she entered adulthood. It was tied to her fighting style somehow, she was sure. "May your fists vanish with you" rang in her ears, and made her blood boil. In the eastern lands, "fist" was often used in reference to one's fighting style... was she remembering the death of the Bailong Thundering Palm's final practitioner? The elf who had murdered her... was there some chance that he might still live, that he could answer for his crime? As long as these questions remained unanswered, Xai would never be able to live happily or pursue enlightenment. She set out from her mountain temple and began to wander in search of answers, following the lightest breadcrumb trail of clues from her memories westward, crossing mountains and seas until finally arriving in sleepy Sandpoint. Unsure of what this little city has to do with her memories, Xai settles in for a short stay and prepares to investigate any leads that trigger one of her flashbacks. ==PERSONALITY==
==DESCRIPTION==
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