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Alignment: NG
Race: Half-Orc
Neutral Good
Level: 1st
Class: Druid
Deity: Gozreh
Size: Medium
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown

Armor Class
Final:14 Base: 10 Armor:+3 Shield:+0 Dex:+1 Magic:0 Other:0
Touch:11 Flat Footed:13

Armor- Hide Shirt +3 Armor/+4 Max Dex/-1 ACP/15% Arcane SF/30' Spd
H
CMD (Str/Dex) Skill Mod:13 Base: 10 Str:+2 Dex:+1 BAB:+0

Hit Points
total/current: 12/12

Misc:

FORT +3 Base: +2 Con:+1 Race: +0
REFL +1 Base: +0 Dex:+1 Race: +0
WILL +5 Base: +2 Wis:+3 Race: +0

Initiative:+3

Attack
MELEE = +2 Base: +0 Strength: +2

RANGED = +1 Base: +0 Dexterity: +1

CMB (Str) Skill Mod:+2 Str:+2 BAB:+0 Misc:0

Weapons
Spear +2 1d8+3 (thrown-+1 1d8+2) R-20' Crit: 20/x3 Pierce
-------*brace vs charge x2 damage

Club +2 1d6+2 (thrown+1 1d+2) R-10' Crit:20/x2 Bludgeoning

Dagger +2 1d4+2 (thrown +1 1d4+2) R 10' Crit 19-20/x2 Pierce/slash

Sling +1 1d4+2 R-50' Crit 20/x2 Bludgeoning

Thunderstone (1) +1 10' spread DC 15 Fort R-20'
Fail- Deaf 1hr -4 Init. 20% miscast spells. Target square AC 5

0{3} (DC13): Detect Magic, Create Water, Stabilize
1{1+1} (DC14): Cure Light Wounds, Acid Maw

Traits:
Bastard (Soc): You were born out of wedlock. You have always been an outsider in society, and in your own family. This perspective has sharpened your insight. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Sense Motive checks, and Sense Motive is always a class skill for you.

Reactionary (Com): You were bullied often as a child, but never quite developed an offensive response. Instead, you became adept at anticipating sudden attacks and reacting to danger quickly. Benefit: You gain a +2 trait bonus on initiative checks.

Racial
1. Darkvision 60 ft (racial)
2. Orc Blood (racial) treat as both Human and Orc vs race related effects.
3. Weapon Familiarity (racial) Can use Great Axes, Falchions, and any weapon with the name Orc in their title.
4. Orc Ferocity (racial) Once per day, when a half-orc is brought below 0 hit points but not killed, he can fight on for 1 more round as if disabled. At the end of his next turn, unless brought to above 0 hit points, he immediately falls unconscious and begins dying.
5. Intimidating (racial) +2 to Intimidation skill checks

Class
1. Weapon Prof (Druid) club, dagger, dart, quarterstaff, scimitar, scythe, sickle, shortspear, sling, and spear.
2. Light Armor Prof (Druid) are prohibited from wearing metal armor; thus, they may wear only padded, leather. Druids are proficient with shields (except tower shields) but must use only wooden ones.
3. Medium Armor Proficiency (Druid) Can wear Hide Armor, or Wooden armor treated with Ironwood
4. Nature's Bond (1st Druid): Animal Companion- Wolf
5. Nature Sense (1st Druid): +2 Knowledge Nature and Survival
6. Wild Empathy (1st Druid): uses like Diplomacy vs Animals. 1d20 + ranger level = cha bonus (Current: d20+1) to adjust animals feelings. Typically Domestic start out indifferent and wild animals hostile. Must be within 30'and be able to see animal. Generally takes 1 minute. Can also use this to influence a magical beast at -4 check penalty if they have an Int of 1 or 2.
7. Orisons: Unlimited Casting 0 level spells

Feats
1. Toughness (1st level Feat) +3 hp/+1 for each hit die after 3rd.

(4+1 for favored class)
Acrobatics (Dex) Skill Mod:+0 Dex:+1 Ranks:0 Armor Penalty:-1
Appraise (Int) Skill Mod: 0 Int: 0 Ranks:0 Misc:0
Artistry (Int) Skill Mod: 0 Int: 0 Ranks:0 Misc:0
Bluff (Cha) Skill Mod:+1 Cha:+1 Ranks:0 Misc:0
Climb* (Str) Skill Mod:+1 Str:+2 Ranks: Armor Penalty:-1 CS:
Craft* (Int) Skill Mod: 0 Int: 0 Ranks:0 Misc:0
Diplomacy (Cha) Skill Mod:+1 Cha:+1 Ranks:0 Misc:0
Disguise (Cha) Skill Mod:+1 Cha:+1 Ranks:0 Misc:0
Escape Artist (Dex) Skill Mod:+0 Dex:+1 Ranks:0 Armor Penalty:-1
Handle Animal* (Cha) Skill Mod:+5 Cha:+1 Ranks: 1 CS:+3
Heal* (Wis) Skill Mod: +3 Wis:+3 Ranks: CS:
Intimidate (Cha) Skill Mod:+3 Cha:+1 Ranks:0 Misc:+2
Knowledge- Geography* (Int) Skill Mod:+4 Int:0 Ranks:1 CS:+3 MISC
Knowledge- Nature* (Int) Skill Mod:+6 Int:0 Ranks:1 CS:+3 MISC+2
Perception* (Wis) Skill Mod:+6 Wis:+2 Ranks:1 CS:+3
Perform (Cha) Skill Mod:+1 Cha:+1 Ranks:0 Misc:0
Profession(Wis) Skill Mod: Wis:+3 Ranks: CS:
Ride* (Dex) Skill Mod:+0 Dex:+1 Ranks:0 Armor Penalty:-1
Sense Motive (Wis) Skill Mod:+4 Wis:+3 Ranks:0 CS:+0 Misc:+1
Spellcraft* (Int) Skill Mod: N/A Int: Ranks:0 Misc:0
Stealth (Dex) Skill Mod:+0 Dex:+0 Ranks:0 Armor Penalty: CS:
Survival* (Wis) Skill Mod:+9 Wis:+3 Ranks:1 CS:+3 Misc:+2
Swim* (Str) Skill Mod:+1 Str:+2 Ranks:0 Armor Penalty: -1

small tent, a mess kit, three potions of CLW, 50 feet of rope, 6 days of rations, 2 water skins,

Hide Shirt (1) Body. Cost-20 Gold Weight-18lbs
Spear (1) Hands Cost-2 Gold Weight-6lbs
Dagger (1) Right Hip Cost-2 Gold Weight-1lb
Club (1) Left Hip Cost-0 Weight-3lbs
Sling (1) Right Hip Cost-Free Weight-0
Backpack (1) Back Cost-2 Gold Weight-2lbs
Travelers Outfit (1) Body Cost-Free Weight-5lbs
Spell Component Pouch (1) Right Hip Cost-5 Gold Weight-2lbs
Wooden Dripping Leaf of Gozreh on leather thong (1) Neck Cost-1 Gold Weight-0
Belt Pouch (1) Left Hip Cost-1 Gold Weight-.5 lbs
Waterskin (1) Across Body Cost-1 Gold Weight- 4lbs
Flint and Steel (1) Belt Pouch Cost-1 Gold Weight- 0
Thunderstone (1) Belt Pouch Cost- 30 Gold Weight-1 lbs

Treasure found

Gold Remaining- 5 Gold

Current Encumbrance: 42.5lbs
Encumbrance: Light: 0-43lbs/Medium:44-86lbs/Heavy:87-130lbs

Description
Keth is short for a 1/2 Orc and not as heavy. He has bright brown eyes that lean toward kindness when looking at an animal...and hard and flinty when looking at those unkind to the same. His hair is shaggy and unkempt. He has small tusks and his jaw looks more human than orc. He tries to downplay his orcish heritage by dressing in traditional hunters garb. Wearing black boots, and brown pants tucked into them. A White silk shirt with a black vest and a brown cloak top off his dress. He bears a spear in his hands. He carries A sling for hunting small game

Personality
Keth is out to learn of the outside world now. He's by nature curious and inquisitive about everything that he doesn't know...which is plenty. He is protective of the young and animals....for others its survival of the fittest. he has never seen a dwarf, gnome, or halfling; but he is familiar with elves..who frighten him with their aloofness. He despises Orcs and Goblinoids for their rapacious ways. He rubs his jaw when hes thinking and his laugh is loud and ready when humor is involved...he doesn't get subtle humor...but pretends to. His time with the Varisian Wise man gave him a true love for learning and he eagerly studies nature.

Background
Keth was born to a woodsman's wife, who died in childbirth on the outskirts of The woods of Crossfen in the Southern Fangwood of Nirmathas. He was a half-Breed. Half Orc Half Human. His mother had kept the romance with a half-orc adventurer a secret. She had become enamored of the rough and tumble rogue and had a clandestine affair that left her with child. Keths father, a simple man, had tried to hide the resentment he felt that this half orc child had caused his wifes death, and he had double the shame that it wasnt his child anyway. it had taken a toll on their relationship. Keth had learned some woodcraft from his 'father', One Jebediah Grannich.

So Young Keth had been an outcast among the people of the neighboring communities and farmsteads. Growing up quite the loner. He took to Hunting as a way to not only make some quick coin, but also to prove his worth. When he was 17, fancying himself a 'Monster' Hunter he told his father he was leaving to find his place in a world that shunned him. He left to wander the Southern Fangwood. Then a fateful day occurred where he ran into some Elves who were out hunting as well. They almost killed him, out of a quick reaction to what they saw as a threat....but a member of their group saw the fear in the half orc and spared his life...He took Keth to a local 'herbalist' who nursed Keth back to health. This local Herbalist, Joseph Varan, who lived in the nearby hills on the western fringe of Southern Fangwood took Keth in and found the Half-Orc an eager student. He taught Keth some of the ways of the wild and the 'old ways', Things only the Druids of old might know. To protect himself, ward off evil, Keth took to adorning his body with runic tatoos that were taught to him. Keth lived there for a couple years, actually beginning to feel he belonged somewhere. He liked that feeling...to belong somewhere.

He earned the nickname Longstrider for his long strides that can take him away or into trouble quickly. Then the unspeakable happened, A about 6 months ago, some Thugs sacked the home of a local woodsman, killing all within and left signs that they were local bandits. Joseph and Keth, tried to hunt them down to no avail. On some rumors Joseph told Keth they are probably in Kassen, where they could liquidate their goods. Keth had liked the woodsman and his family and he had this stro g sense that justice shouldbe done, so Joseph sent him to Kassen to continue training with an old friend there. He has since lived on the fringe of society in Kassen, being trained by Olmira Treesong, a friend of Joseph Varan, hunting and providing meat to the butchers of the city for his coin. He has followed up on every rumor of the bandits who had raided the herbalists home. His pursuit of vengeance has lead him to the doorstep of a realization that law and order come at a price and sometimes it must be paid for in blood.

On one such sojourn into the wild, hunting for locals he awoke to a young wolf standing at the edge of his campsite. Since that day, he and 'Woolf' have been constant companions. He has been working to train the feral animal and is having some luck.

Recently Olmira has been telling Keth that he should join the quest for The Everflame in order to be totally accepted for who he is. She senses. Something in him that needs to be put to work...a drive that won't be settled in mere training...and maybe he might find the bandits as well

Keth wants nothing more than to earn the respect of others, so that when he is seen he may feel welcome and not feared. Find himself a place to belong.

The youth lay in the tall grass watching the boar with his father crouched in the bushes nearby, watching Keth with a frown on his face. Keth wanted to gain his fathers approval more than anything in the world. He hated the look he caught his father giving him from time to time. Now was such a time.

His hand clutched the spear his father had made for him, and he readied himself. His father made a clucking noise with his tongue and the two hunting dogs they ahd with them, jumped from the underbrush on the other side of the clearing and barked, making all kind of ruckus. The boar turned and sped towards Keth and he stood planting the spear, bracing for impact, just like he was taught.

At the last minute the boar zigged sideways and the spear only caught its shoulder, lodging itself into it's hip as it grazed its back. Keth tried to turn to pull the spear out, but he did not have the time and he was caught off balance and he tumbled to the ground as he heard a loud snap. The spear had broken. The bleeding boar sped off into the woods.

Keths father, Jebediah Grannich, jumped to his feet screaming at Keth Ya no good bastard. Ya never listen. See what ya did there? The spear I made ya is broke and now I have to go track down this wounded boar before it runs into someone who it will take its fear out on. Damn ya Keth. I said plant yur feet side to side, not one in front of the other. You'd have been able to turn and pull the spear free if ya had, and then you could have followed through with a throw. Why don you listen?!

Keth lay in the dirt, humiliated and he turned and looked at his father. Well not his father, but the man who raised him and taught him woodcraft and how to train animals. He had to tell himself again. Not his father. His father was a brute who was responsible for siring his the youth. Keth had never known his mother, she had died in childbirth. He looked at the man who was putting leashes on the dogs and at the broken spear. The man turned and looked at the youth and said the harshest thing Keth had ever heard. Yur as stupid as they come Keth. Yur No good. I wish you'd never been born, then My Ellie would still be here. Itd been better if you had died instead of her

With that The man Keth had thought of as his father for all these 15 years turned and stalked off going after the boar. Keth watched him leave, tears streaming down his face. Not his father The thought echoed through his mind, and the youth picked himself up...dusted himself off...and went back to their cabin, collecting his gear and turned to the wood, putting distance between himself and his childhood. He would never return. Never...

He ached. Every bone in his body hurt. The Elves had beaten him to within an inch of his life. As his mind began to awaken his mind replayed the scene. Keth had been following the spoor of some game birds and was crouching in the bushes near a tree. He slowly moved forward and then stood slowly, preparing the sling and slowly swinging it. Too preoccupied, he did not see the Elf to his right come out of the tree line and raise his own longbow. The arrow had taken Keth in the upper arm and he had lost control of the crossbow as it dropped into the dirt. He had turned to see another Elf preparing to fire, and he dove behind the tree. He heard the arrow *thunk* into the tree. He was breathing heavily and he tried to shout, but fear caught his voice in his throat and all that came out was some forlorn garbled cry. As he began to rise, blood was streaming down his right arm. dirt covered his face and had even gotten into his mouth because of the slight tusks that declared his heritage.

He stood and tried to collect his thoughts, but the arrow had his head spinning, he reached up and grasped it , breaking it off with a grunt of pain. He heard the lilting voice to his left, close..Ahh your a tough one aren't you now. Then he felt a crashing pain, as a mace nearly took his head off. He spun away from the blow, but could feel more blood pouring down into his eyes. He pulled the dagger off his hip and feebly tried to return the strike, but the blade was striken from his hand by yet another Elf, bearing a rapier. I don't know what you thought you were doing in our woods Orc, but it will cost you your life.The Elven warrior stabbed him through side and Keth's vision began to waver and he muttered Not an Orc! and looked up through bloody vision into the emerald green eyes in a beautifully framed female elven face of the one who had stabbed him, before unconsciousness claimed him and he fell face first into the dirt yet again.

The Aches and pains were throbbing and then there was a stinging that caused him to gasp and open his eyes. He lay on a bed in a small room. An older man with skin so dark he may almost have been one of those fanciful tales of dark men from the far south he had heard tell. The Man's eyes drew Keths though. They were bright blue and had kindness emanating from them. That stung didnt it. Said the man with hair as white as fluffy clouds. You are pretty tough I'll give you that. You survived not one, but three strikes that would have killed a lesser man. Didnt expect you to wake up yet, or I would have used a different ointment. Give me just a second. I have some Crushed Fey leaf here that will take some of the sting out of it and he turned to a small bowl with some sort of ceramic rod sticking out of it and mashed it together nodding. The picked up a spoon and dipped it into the bowl and spooned out some paste dripping into the poultice he had been applying. Then rubbed it into the poultice and looked at Keth saying It will still sting for about 30 seconds but then the natural pain remedy will numb it and applied the bandage to his side.

Keth looked on as the older man treated each wound, explaining what he was doing each time. Then he left and returned with some tea. Sit up young man. here drink this. You'll fall asleep soon, but Ill watch over you. Name is Joseph Varan. Im a healer in these parts. Know a bit of the old ways as they say. Meila said she realized you weren't an Orc and was sorry for their eagerness to slay you when they shouldve talked first. She brought you to me. Now drink this and we will talk when you awaken...whats your name?

Through split lips the youth mutterted Keth...Just Keth as he faded off to sleep.

Keth stood looking at the dead bodies of the woodsmans family. Joseph stood nearby talking to him. What do you see Keth? What kind of tracks?

Keth knelt and examined the wavy pattern in the grass. These are human tracks Joseph

The elder went and looked at the bodies examining the wounds. Yes son. Man is the most dangerous of predators. Sometimes, some feel they are better than others. More worthy. They use their might to take what isnt theirs and when that is done, others suffer. It is up for folks like us to defend those that cannot defend themselves Keth. You ready to do this son?

Keth startled when he heard those words coming from Joseph's mouth. He grinned back and said Yes!. Lets get them. They stood and followed the trail, Joseph explaining that it is the responsibility for good men to stop creatures that would harm the helpless. You see son, all it takes for evil to win is for good men to do nothing. It is our responsibility to insure those who cannot defend themselves, get help. These bandits came and caught a family unawares. Now they have found this area easy pickings and will return to do so again. Men like this are an affront to nature's balance. Let's go Hunting.

Keth grinned and grabbed his spear and began to follow the tracks. He was happy. He had found a home. Yes Joseph, Lets go hunting There was no place he'd rather be......

Keth lay under the boughs of the great oak slowly waking in the cold fall morning. He shifted and felt a few roots digging into his side and shifted again. He blinked sleep away from his eyes and then with a realization born of nigh unto supernatural oneness with his surroundings, he was fully awake with the knowledge he was not alone in the small clearing.

He moved his hand to the dagger he always kept nearby and slowly tried to take in his campsite without seeming to be awake. As his head rotated his gaze fell on the black furred animal near the edge of his camp standing looking inquisitively back at the Half-Orc. The dog-like wolf cocked its head one way and then another as it looked on. Keth tried not to appear offensive as he moved to sit up. The Wolf wagged his tail once looked on, wagged it again...and then glanced up at the corpse of the deer hanging just out of its reach suspended from a tree limb; Keths success with the hunt from the day before.

A soft whine and the wolf looked back at Keth yet again. Keth looked puzzled. This animal should've been a foe..a predator, but here it was acting like a pet....He scowled. Then got up off his haunches and said softly You hungry boy? An answering lick of the lips and a soft whine, as if it had understood him. Still scowling, Keth moved forward, dagger in his fist thinking to himself...I should strike quickly before it remembers its a wolf but the look of hunger plain on its face, and the friendly gaze it gave The Hunter was enough to soften his heart. With a quick slash of the dagger, the haunch of the deer he had been saving dropped to the ground and the black and white wolf went at it, tearing meat from bone with a vigor, hardly glancing at Keth at all.

He shrugged and went to sit at the base of the tree and watched the wolf for a good half hour, before the wolf paused to groom himself. Keth must have been tired...carelessly, he dozed off...It could only have been for a brief second, but when his eyes snapped back open, the wolf lay next to him, it's head resting on his lap....a slow smile spread across his face and he reached down almost subconsciously and rubbed it behind the ears...a wagging tail was his reward.....I'll call you Woolf said the clearly unimaginative Hunter....

it has been suggested to Keth to join the quest for the Everflame to prove himself.