About Zanven The WandererStatistics:
Male human unchained monk 5
LN Medium Humanoid (Human) FCB: +1/4 ki points Init +2; Senses Perception +11 ------------------------------ DEFENSE ------------------------------ AC: 18, touch 18, flat-footed 15 (+0 armor, +2 dex, +0 shield,+0 NA,+0 Magic +5 monk+1dodge) hp: 65 {+1d10,+2Con+5mythic} Fort: +6, {+4Base,+2Con} Ref: +6, {+4Base,+2Dex} Will: +7,{+1Base,+4Wis+2 class} CMD: 27 ------------------------------ OFFENSE ------------------------------ Speed: 40 ft. CMB +10 Base Atk: +5 Melee:+10{+5Base,+5Str} Ranged:+8{+5Base,+3Dex} --Melee:
Sansetsukon: +10
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Languages Common, elvish Special Abilities:
------------------------------ SPECIAL/CLASS ABILITIES ------------------------------ Evasion Purity of Body Ki Points: 8
Still Mind (Ex): +2 to will save, plus an addition +1 for every 4 levels after four (GM approved change) Style Strike: Leg Sweep Gear/Possessions:
------------------------------ GEAR/POSSESSIONS ------------------------------ Arms and Armor: 20 shurikens, cold iron Sansentsukon Misc Gear: Backpack, Bedroll, 250ft silk rope, grappling hook, Caltops(5), waterskin (2), flint and steel, rations (10) Magic Items: Potion of CLW (4), Potion of Enlarge person (2), Potion of Mage Armor (4), Potion of Endure Elements (3), potion of magic fang (1) Carrying Capacity
Money 318 GP 0 SP 0 CP
Background:
Zanven made the journey to the founding monastery of the Rudy Dragons when he was 13. Zanven was driven not by a desire of enlightenment, but from a desire to gain strength. He sought to join the army of the king and do his father, an up and coming officer of that army, proud. After a year of traveling with caravans and others he reached the temple, half a world away. There, he was accepted under the pretense of being an orphan and so his training began. To his disdain over half the disciples of the temple however were either not human, or half human this, along with his drive to improve his physical prowess kept him from befriending any there. Until about a year later, an elf by name of Calidir began to speak to him daily, at first, Zanven attempted to ignore him, giving him the cold shoulder. The elf lad however was persistent, and after a few days never required Zanven reply. He merely talked, either of the weather, his experiences, proposed questions that he would go to answer himself, that sort. This went on for weeks and, against his will, he slowly became accustomed to the elfs incessant yammering. Then one day, almost against his will he responded to a question. Zanven paused and looked up to see a beaming elf. He sighed, and asked “Why are you bothering me every day?” Calidir replied, “I told you the first day, the elder said we needed training partners and he put you and I together. Weren’t you listening?” Slowly over the months Calidir’s cheerful, if a bit ignorant, personality began growing on Zanven and he replied more and more. After another year, their sparring training started where Zanven often proved the stronger. Eventually, he offered to help Calidir in his training, to which Calidir responded with “Thank you, but I’ve not come here for strength alone, I’ve come here to garner experience and wisdom as well and make friends.” Over the course of the next year, Calidir showed Zanven how he spent a lot of his time, meditating in the large gardens or simply enjoying them and taking him to the library, a place Zanven had never went. Their Zanven read with Calidir of ancient masters and times. Over the next couple years Zanven would grow to see Calidir as his brother as his perceptions ingrained in him from his birth were eroded away. After 4 years of training both Calidir and Zanven were accepted as 2 of 5 trainees under a master of the temple, the other three were a half-elf, a half-orc and another human. After a few months the human showed his prejudice, during a sparring match with the half-elf he fought with intent to harm and nearly killed him. The only thing he said as he half-elf was checked on was “it’s the half blood, it makes him weak”. The Human, by name of Daniel, was reprimanded, but not enough could be proven to have him disgraced and thrown out. Their mentor, an elf, also wanted to keep Daniel in hopes of changing his views as he said he had seen hope in him, just as he had with Zanven years earlier. As their training intensified, Zanven and Calidir seemed to balance each other, Zanvens focus on his physical form and prowess guided by Calidir in his ki training, and Zanven made sure to make Calidir do extra physical training. Daniel seemed to lessen his distaste for “lesser races”. Eventually Zanven and Calidir were offered to go on a pilgrimage, along with their Master and the 3 other students to the other temples spread through the land. It was on this journey the crusade started. The group fled to the temple in Drakes Roost, their path back to the east having been cut off. In Drakes Roost, A general of the kings army finally took the town and demanded that the Orders temple hand over all non-humans and half-humans. It was here the elders and masters of the order took a stand and denied them. The following day the General’s army stormed the monastery. Killing any who resisted and subduing those that could be. In a small room, Zanven and Calidir along with the other half-elf held out. After deliberations they decided they had to search for their master and struck out, their training proving to keep them safe and they felled many soldiers on their flight. They entered the gardens, now aflame and saw their Master, the other two of their group, and a couple of the remaining elders fighting in a circle, surrounded by soldiers. At the top of the stairs leading into the temple they saw the general and, in a moment of shock and unbelief, Zanven recognized his father. Zanven had always known he would have to confront his family, but he had fooled himself into thinking he could convince them to see the truth and understand what he had come to understand. This put an end to that illusion. He was broken from his stupor at a yell of pain, as the last two elders were slain by crossbow bolts. Then shouts and points as his group was seen. In a desperate bid, Zanven and his two companions raced towards their master, when to their horror, they saw Daniel turn and lash out with a furious blow to the back of their Masters head, causing him to stumble. They reached the courtyard soon after and Zanven launched into Daniel. They exchanged no words, only blows and Zanven could feel the contempt and superiority Daniel felt over other races easier than he could the blows he received. In the end Zanven proved much the stronger and laid low Daniel knocking him unconscious before staring up towards his father, the general. Several minutes of fighting followed with countless soldiers falling until the General held up his hand, only Zanven and Calidir could still stand on their own strength. Then, with scores of crossbows now trained on the group the general slowly walked down closer and stared at Zanven for what seemed like ages before speaking. “I almost didn’t recognize you, my son, tell me, why do you defend the filth and strike your brother?” Zanven’s only response was a cold, anger filled stare. “I see, well you kept your promise from your note, you made me proud. You are strong, stronger than I ever thought you would be… however, you disgrace and dishonor me now... Just like your mother.” He looks down and sighs. "Your fate shall be the same as hers..." An eerie quiet had descended on the entire monastery, the last pockets of resistance either captured, or killed, most of the soldiers had gathered around now. With a final glance up the general simply said, “Capture them” Soon Calidir was injured and Zanven stood above him fighting with every ounce of strength to protect him. However there were to many, and he was swarmed with bodies and shackled. A day later the General held a public execution that he forced Zanven to watch. Those to be executed were the elders that had been captured alive, along with some of the “lesser races” as an example of what would happen to traitors. The last execution was a beaten and tattered but still smiling elf. He smiled to Zanven and said something, Zanven couldn’t hear it, he didn’t hear the last words of his best friend. He was then sentenced to life-time slave labor in place of execution. Any humans that had sided with the army when they attacked were given honors and accepted into the military, those that had simple surrendered were given a years’ worth of labor before either being allowed to join the army or learn a profession. Appearance and Personality:
Quiet, serious and focused, Zanven can come off quite cold and brooding and while he does on occasion brood over past things, it’s not his natural personality. The events of the world have certainly beaten down on his smile, and it comes more seldom to be sure, but never less bright. His training in the dragon style teaches to let emotions empower your fists, but never control them and so his is a constant struggle between calm control and raw emotional strength.
Some of the more mastered members of the order could even call forth fire or lightening by empowering their ki with their emotions. Calidir had learned how to do that, he had promised to teach Zanven after they returned to the temple. appearance similar to this, however he has a head of shortesh black hair, and green eyes.
Mythic, Champion:
Mythic Power: 5/day Champion Strike: Fleet charge Path ability: Mythic Ki Mythic Feats: Mythic Unarmed Strike
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