[Characters] The Scions of the Amatatsu Clan

[Hound]

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[MoonZar]

~ Thematic Music ~

Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow. How do people make it through life without a sister? - Ayako Kaijitsu

An epic journey is about to begin in the small town of Sandpoint on the west coast of Varisia. This ordinary town is the home of few adventurers such as Ameiko the bard, Koya the old priestess, Sandru the rogue and Shalelu the huntress. Most of them decided to settle in town after they earned a fair amount of money during their short-lived adventuring days. Most other townfolks are just ordinary people, but some hold a great destiny in their hands that they are about to discover. One of them is Ayako Kaijitsu who has been chosen to be the voice of the gods and ancestors during that journey.

Ameiko is famous in town for her beauty and talents, but few people know much about her younger sibling Ayako Kaijitsu. She is a radiant beauty that inspire dream and envy, the young woman is well known for her gentle and generous heart. She is growing up in the shadow of her big sister that she loves more than anything. There's no competition between them since Ayako is very humble and doesn't desire to be the center of attention and she prefers to support Ameiko to achieve her ambitious goals. The youngest of the Kaijitsu is smaller than her sister, and she has perfect white skin with large blue almond eyes which is unusual for a Tian woman. Her black hairs are like a forest of silk, when they are not tied up properly they stop at her knee, Ameiko always tease her that one day she is going to cut them while Ayako sleeps. Ayako enjoys to wear colorful clothes, she likes light dresses and often wears her late mother Tian Xia kimonos that fit her very well.

The young priestess is very talented with the With the background skills, I will invest in perform.Shamisen and occasionally play with her sister in the Sandpoint’s Rusty Dragon tavern where she help her sister to run the business. The Shamisen duo is magnificent, and travelers are frequently visiting their town just to see them play at the tavern. Ayako doesn't like in particular working in the tavern, but without this business she couldn't live comfortably with her sister.

When she is not working at the tavern, Ayako spends most of her time in the wilderness not far from the town, praying and talking to the spirits that are living in each thing. The forest, the river, the stone, the flower, everything is the home of a spirit that can interact with her if she concentrates and pray long enough. She also feels the presence of the gods like Desna that are living in a different plane of existence and guide the mortals from their celestial realms. Ayako feels that she can't give her heart to only one god or spirit, she must respect and love all of them.

Ayako doesn't have a tendency to violence, but she learned soon enough that she lives in a dangerous world and that she needs to be able to defend herself from monsters, bandits and others calamities that are threats to a young woman like her. She is learning basic martial arts from Shandru, her sister best friend, who teach her how to use her old father katana. Ayako like this old sword a lot, her late parents told her that the weapon is in the family since many generations. The young priestess feels a spiritual connection with her ancestors through the blade. The sword is gracious and elegant, learning kata with the weapon is very relaxing for Ayako and help to prepare for her prayers to the spirits and kami. Ameiko doesn't like exotic swords and has more affinity with light weapons, so she decided that her younger sister could inherit the family blade.

The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power.

Ayako opened her eyes to the spiritual world for the first time when at the age of six she fell in a river during a storm and almost drown. Ayako should had died that day, but a powerful water spirit saved her. At first the creature looked like a squid, but quickly took the form of a handsome muscular man with blue skin. He smiled at the little girl that was struggling for her life and kissed her on the mouth and gave her the ability to breath underwater for a moment. When she reached out the shore, the spirit introduced himself as Ulak, an elemental prince that is living in another world. The spirit spent some time under the rain with her before escorting Ayako home. They met quite often in the following years when Ayako visited the river, and he taught her a lot about the spirits, the elementals and the gods known in her mother tongue as Kami. Ayako tried to introduce Ulak to her friends, but only her could see him. Eventually, the townfolks realized that she spokes to herself frequently and started to think that she was mad. The young girl didn't mind what people thought, over time she developed a strong bound with her elemental prince, at first as a big brother, but with time they became much closer. She spent most of her childhood and teenage life interacting with spirits and didn't have many human friends.

Ameiko and her sister went through a lot of struggles together after their parents met an unfortunate end. They had to live alone together in poverty but always helped each other to survive and keep their morale up. Eventually, Ayako was old enough to take care of herself and Ameiko decided to leave home to do some adventures. This was a shock for the young priestess to be separated from her sister for the first time and be alone in the house. She didn't eat for two days and decided to live in the wild for weeks to be with her spirits friends near the river. Ayako took a lot of maturity during Ameiko absence and finally became an adult. When the bard finally returned from her travels with a decent amount of money she bought the Sandpoint’s Rusty Dragon tavern with Ayako. The two sisters worked hard at the tavern and started to make a very decent income, they could finally enjoy some luxury in their life.

Ayako life took a turn when she healed someone for the first time. The townfolks finally realized that she is gifted by the gods and that she was talking to higher beings all that time and not to herself. When Koya Mvashti the cleric of Desna noticed Ayako abilities, she became her mentor about divine powers and the way of the gods. Lately, Koya felt that she doesn't have many years in front of her, and she is treating Ayako as her successor as one of the town healers. The old priestess hopes that she will become a priestess of Desna, but the young priestess wish to devote herself to all the gods and spirits.

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.

A young woman is crying on the river bank and starting to walk into the river. Her beauty is unmatched, and even the spirits are intrigued by her grace that can only be matched by her kindness. Her divine body is covered with water and sounds of life surround her. The birds singing in the forest, the river flowing gently, the wind that is blowing, the leaves that are rustling, the frogs that are croaking, the young lady can feel the energy around her that fuel her soul and make her feel part of something greater.

- " Why are you crying? Such a gentle heart shouldn't welcome sorrow. " The manly voice doesn't surprise her, she barely look over her shoulder to see Ulak, Ayako came here to seek the elemental prince comfort. His powerful hands find their ways on her delicate shoulders, she closes her eyes and releases a lot of her worries. - " My sister left town to live grand adventures, and she didn't want me to be part of it. " The spirit massage her shoulders and can't help it to release a small laugh of amusement. - " Ahhhh... " She sighs with elegance. - " This is not funny... Can't you understand my intense feelings? " He kisses her neck from behind and make her shivers. - " You are one of us, you will eventually see the horizon at the end of the ocean and join us in the spirit world as an immortal. Until then, you need to experience a mortal life to free your soul from this flesh. " She smiles and nods. - " I don't understand, but I trust you. Can you take me to the elemental water world again? There's so much wonders to see in your paradise. " His arms find their ways around her body, and he pulls the beautiful human woman under the water, she hears in telepathy. - " As you wish my precious This mean princess in the Tian languagehime ".

Bio Name: Ayako Kaijitsu Race: Human (Tian) Class: Cleric (She will worship the oriental gods and spirits) Gender: Female Age: 18 Height: 5'9 Weight: 129 pounds Eyes: Blue Hair: Black, very long Alignment: Lawful Good Family: Longiku (Dad), Atsuii (Mother), Tsuto (Half-Brother), Ameiko (Older sister), Rokuro (Grandfather) Primary Role: Divine Caster (Healer), Face Secondary Role(s): Support (Buff) Trait: Younger Sibling (Ameiko), Lessons of Chaldira (The spirit help her against danger), Eyes and Ears of the City (The spirits are looking out for her) Drawback: Attached (Ameiko). This is so perfect for her background.

NPC Opinions Ameiko: She is Ayako older sister, she loves and worship her a lot. Ayako is blinded by her family values and can't see that her big sister is irreverent and sometimes arrogant to people, but she will defend her in front of people no matter what. They have a very strong and close relationship. Shalelu: Shalelu is a loner, but Ayako met with her in several occasions in the wild when she was searching for new spirits. They also see each other frequently at the rusty dragon tavern. Ayako doesn't have a relationship with Shalelu, but she respects her a lot as a defender of the town. Koya: Ayako is learning a lot about her power and healing from Koya. She perceives the old woman as a mentor to improve her skills and understanding of the spiritual world. The old lady treats Ayako as her spiritual daughter and potential successor as the town healer. They have a student/mentor relationship Shandru: Shandru makes Ayako uncomfortable. The man is quite charming, and Ayako doesn't know how to deal with her attraction for the opposite sex, this strange feeling burning inside her when he smiles and teases her make her anxious. Shandru is her big sister best friend, so she tries to be nice to him and make him feel welcome when he's home or at the tavern. These days Shandru is teaching her how to use a sword and defend herself.

Ayako Helmet Symbol

[Kylie]

 

Name: Vivian Myashti
Race: Arcane Elf
Class: Wizard (Transmutation)
Age: 142 (Looks 19)
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 127 lbs
Alignment: Neutral Good
Primary Role: Arcane Caster
Secondary Role(s): Support, Ranged
Campaign Trait: Foster Child
Traits: Pragmatic Activator, Dangerously Curious
Flaw: Attached (Wand)
Background Skills: Craft (Alchemy), Linguistics
Notes: She'll have the feat Breadth of Experience and this should free up skill points for others to focus on other talents.

Family Background Over a hundred and forty years ago, Vivian was born to a poor elven woman in Magnimar. Her mother was an adult entertainer, who never even wanted the child, but gave birth to the child to prevent any bad karma from killing the child. After Vivian was born, her mother dumped her in a traveling Desna caravan. Little to Vivian understanding at the time, it was a much younger Koya’s great grandmother, who rescued her. Several years have passed and Vivian looks like a teenager when Koya’s grandmother was born. It is just a couple months after Vivian’s 68th birthday that the person she would consider a sister was born, Niska Mvashti was born. At the time, Vivian still looked like a teenager and treated the new-born human as her younger sister, and the relationship of being the older sister continue even until her death, and when Niska had a child of her own, Vivian considered herself an aunt to Koya.

Vivian's Story As a child growing up she sees Koya’s grandmother and great grandmother as mothering figures. They went from town to town selling their wares, but Vivian or at least that’s the name her great grandmother gave her, was always hiding in the caravan. She never really engaged in any social interaction, but she was a dangerously curious child. Every magical item she could get her hands on she could, and the one time she got a really hard spanking from great grandmother Koya for setting a magic seller caravan on fire by activating his wand of burning hands on some oil. When her foster parent’s got over their initial anger, they soon realized her adeptness at using magic and that’s when they bought her the first book she every read. A Spellcaster’s Guide to Using Magic and a focus crystal to help her cast read magic in hopes to keeping Vivian out of trouble. The plan failed, but in the best way possible, the young Vivian, two months later at the age of forty-two, cast her first spell of ‘Read Magic’. While the book failed to keep her attention for less than two months, it leads her into a century of reading, study, and experimenting. She was soon able to speak several languages including dwarven, celestial, and draconic, which she used to help her family merchant caravan grow when they needed a translator. Living with humans though is quite hard on an elf. Especially one as young as Vivian, who has to bear the burden of watching her mothers’ die and watched the one she looks to as a sister grow old. When Niska’s mother is on her death bed, Vivian has a private moment with her before her death. She gives Vivian a present, which happens to be the wand she used to burn down the merchant caravan. The charges have completely depleted from the wand, but it could still be recharge. A few hours later, she passed on. Shortly after her one hundredth birthday, they moved to Sandpoint and her sister Niska settled down in a nice home while her niece and great nephew took over the business of the caravan. While those two were away Vivian ran a quiet little alchemist shop to help pay for Niska’s needs and her stay at the Rusty Dragon. On Niska’s deathbed, Vivian listened to her last request of her sister and agreed to watch over her child and adopted grandchild. After Niska’s death, Vivian a couple nights at Shalelu’s residence, mostly for grief as the death of her sister took her quite heavily. She’s tired of watching her adoptive family grow old and die.

NPC Interactions/opinions Shalelu: Vivian considers Shalelu a very good friend, even though the two of them don't talk much to each other. Maybe that's why they enjoy each other company. Vivian certainly enjoys spending time to another of her kind. (Relationship Score: 1) Ameiko: Vivian does relish in the bard's awesome tells of glory and adventure. The environment is very noisy and loud, Vivian tries to come after the place is about to close to help her clean up the place and listen to her without the large crowds of humans. (Relationship Score: 1) Koya: Is like a Niece to Vivian and does her best to consult her during this troubling time of her. Vivian tries to be patient with her, but it doesn't seem normal when a 19 year old is trying to consult a 60 year old. This tends to lead to some louder moments with Vivian telling her to behave or she'll put her over her knee like she's a child. (Relationship Score: 5) Shandru: Vivian, she sees this young man like a great nephew, but treats him like a grandchild including spoiling him like one. Including cheek pinching and buying him random gifts. (Relationship Score: 1)

[Exhibit A]

Application Name: Garen Mylari Race: Satyr Class: Unchained Rogue Age: 24 Height: 5’2” Weight: 145 lbs. Alignment: Neutral Good Primary Role: Skill Monkey Secondary Role: Melee Background: Garen’s mother, Kaelin Mylari, is a kitsune, and in her time was a relatively well-known explorer and adventurer. Never one to put down roots, she traveled far and wide, always searching for the next adventure or untouched ancient ruin to delve into. That is, until she met Terk. He was a satyr, and a very charming one at that. They met in the ruins of a long forgotten temple deep in a forest. Working together, the pair plumbed its depths and unearthed a great treasure. Overjoyed by the find, Kaelin found herself falling in love with the satyr, and the two ended up spending the night together. To her surprise, however, when she awoke, she found that not only was Terk gone, but the treasure as well. Heartbroken and furious at herself for falling for the con artist, Kaelin decided to take some time off from adventuring to refocus. This time off was extended to a permanent retirement when Kaelin discovered that she was pregnant. She knew that her life was no life for a child, so she settled in Sandport. It took some adjusting, but soon Kaelin found she liked the quiet life, and before she knew it, her previous life as an adventurer seemed like little more than a half-forgotten dream. As he grew, Garen was fascinated by his mother's stories of her various adventures. He often dreamed of being off on his own journey, facing danger and finding treasure as Kaelin had before him. But as much as he may have thought about it, Garen was never able to work up the will to actually leave home. The truth was, like his mother, he loved the simple life. For quite a few years now, Garen has worked as a shepherd, tending the flock of a local farmer. He finds joy in the work, as he loves animals, and has always had a way with them. Beyond his job, he enjoys befriending small animals he meets around the town and surrounding countryside, and training them to perform simple tricks. His (super)natural ability to speak to animals comes in handy for this hobby. But still, despite his overall contentment, a large part of him still yearns for adventure, and if the opportunity presents itself, he may just drop everything and pursue it. Campaign Trait: Childhood Crush (Ameiko) This takes place about 10 years ago, when Garen was 14. I believe Ameiko is about the same age?Story: “Wow, that’s amazing, Miss Mylari! What happened next?” young Ameiko’s eyes were intently focused on Kaelin as she told her story, so she didn’t notice that Garen was more focused on her. He always loved spending time with Ameiko, she was the only one in town who loved his mother’s tales as much as he did. But for some reason, something felt different today. Garen wasn’t sure why, this was certainly nothing unusual: he and Ameiko sitting on the floor, listening intently as Kaelin shared some story from her adventuring days. But today, Garen found he just couldn’t focus on his mother, and his gaze kept shifting to the girl sitting next to him. Has she always been so… pretty? The thought startled him. Ameiko was a friend, he had never thought of her like that before. But looking at her now, he couldn’t deny it: she was beautiful. Her smile, the way her eyes lit up when his mother told of another daring deed, everything about her seemed somehow more appealing than it did yesterday. When Ameiko turned to look at him, he quickly turned away, focusing on Kaelin and hoping she hadn’t noticed him staring. So it seemed he liked her. Not just liked her as a friend anymore, this was something more. Probably a part of growing up, he supposed. The question was, what to do about it? Tell her? Out of the question. She knew about his father, everyone did. How he abandoned his mother and stole her treasure. There’s no way Ameiko would trust a satyr knowing that story. To be honest, Garen wasn’t sure he trusted himself. What if seducing a girl and running off was just instinct for satyrs? Was what he felt really love, or just his satyr mind telling him to ‘claim’ her? No, he decided, he wouldn't do anything. Hopefully the feeling would go away, and he and Ameiko could just be friends. Traits: Reactionary: Years of listening to his mother's tales and acting out his own mock adventures with friends has honed Garen's reaction time. Animal Friend: Garen's fey nature gives him a special connection to animals. Drawback: Unlearned (Nature): Enjoying his simple life, Garen has never had much desire to broaden his knowledge, apart from what he's picked up from his mother's (often exaggerated) stories. Background Skills: Handle Animal and Profession (shepherd), possibly an occasional splash in Sleight of Hand. NPC Relationships: Ameiko: Garen and Ameiko were friends growing up, bonding over his mother’s adventure tales. Over time, his fondness for her grew to love. Due to fear of being rejected, as well as doubt as to his own ability to be a good partner, he has never told her. Due to his feelings, they have drifted apart somewhat over the years, as being around her is uncomfortable for him. 5 (friendly) Koya: Garen doesn’t know Koya that well, but she is a close friend of his mother. Kaelin made sure he always showed Koya the proper respect, but they’ve never spent much time together. 1 (friendly) Sandru: Garen finds Sandru somewhat irritating. This is mostly due to the amount of time Sandru spends with Ameiko. Seeing a handsome, charming man hanging around the woman you secretly love is difficult for anyone. Garen’s jealousy has prevented the two from being very close, but he still considers Sandru a friend. 1 (friendly) Shalelu: Although he doesn’t know her well, Garen greatly admires Shalelu. Whenever she is on town, he seeks her out to hear stories of her latest adventure, although she rarely shares. Still, even if she’s not telling exciting tales, Garen enjoys her company. 1 (friendly)

[ogamodyna]

 

Name: Thjorn
Race: Human Ulfen
Class: Barbarian/Druid (adaptable about which class to start in)
Age: 20+
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 303
Alignment: Neutral
Primary Role: Support survivalist
Secondary Role(s): Melee, Barbarian
Campaing trait: Student Survivalist
Background skill{s}: Animal Handling. Carpentry
Animal Companion: Fhaol wolf/wolf-hound hybrid. uses wolf stouts but has some of the physical appearance of the Irish Wolfhound or Scottish Deerhound.

Description: Thjorn is a towering bristly brute of a young man. He measures a scant hand short of seven feet from his seal-skin boots to the unruly mane of coppery curls atop his head. His beard of a slightly lighter red is just beginning to fill out around a full mouth that rarely smiles. Those who know the Ulfman always look to his eyes for any sign of emotion. Those eyes can be very expressive and often hold a contagious humor in their depths which fade from brown to amber or even green depending on his moods. High strong cheekbones are the other dominant features of his face along with a blunt wedge of a nose. Altogether his features are ruggedly masculine more than symmetrically appealing. Coarse reddish blonde hair adorns his arms and chest whenever he allows his tunic to open that far. In manner he rarely talks and is almost always soft-spoken and considerate. This is possibly because he does not dare let loose the raging beast of his anger. The few times he has slipped into that frenzy the results left him restless and uncomfortable with the outcome. Several goblins could probably tell stories of the great man-beast of the woodland shores. His manner with animals is easier and more comfortable than his manner with all but a handful of people. Chief amongst those would be the elven ranger Shalelu who has all but raised him for the past few years. Others in and around Sandpoint know the hulking Ulfman by sight but know little more of him than that he is quiet and well mannered and he sells good cheeses and foraged foods.

 

The first memory of Thjorn's entire life was a sound of irritating nasal voices beneath the thunder of waves crashing along a rocky shore. The second memory was of a stern female voice that interrupted those whining voices as well as the hands poking at Thjorn's pockets. When he groaned and rolled over onto his knees, the slightly oversized barbarian found himself almost eye-to-eye with a very ugly little creature that held a faintly familiar backpack slung over it's shoulder and dragged a truly prodigious falchion through the sand. As soon as a distant voice in the back of his head stuttered "GOBLIN!", Thjorn realized that the beast was not alone. Another of them was awkwardly trying to clamber up the barbarian's back to get at his throat with a rusty broken bit of shortsword blade. He managed to fend off that blade as a wild roar as of flames filled his head. He heard a bestial groll even as his meaty hand closed around the beast at his neck and toss the chittering little monstrosity at a handy rock. The sound of that impact both soothed that wild beast in the Ullfman's breast and at the same time fanned the flames of it's hunger. A bare instant later he heard the thrum of a bowstring and an arrow neatly knocked the falchion-bearing goblin off his feet and into the surf. MY KILL! The bear-sized youngster snarled at the elven woman sitting atop her horse above the beach. She was out of reach though. There were goblins much closer. There was just enough "human" left to his thoughts for Thjorn to grab at the fallen falchion and roar into the knee deep surf after the scavenging goblins. Seconds later the handful of evil little creatures were either dead or running with the arrows of an elven horsewoman chasing them. With the last sight of any living goblin Thjorn felt his strength run like water and he splashed heavily to his knees in the water.

As he watched numbly, the floating goblin was snatched beneath the waves amid a flashing of teeth and growing stain of red. Out past that crimson spot a number of fins periodically broke the surface to drag down what could only be humanoid bodies from a shipwreck. Bits of flotsam as well as the occasional body washed up along the shore nearby but only one or two of those other's seemed to be moving. Belatedly the young barbarian realized that the pack now consigned to the depths was probably his. From behind him a lilting female voice brought a brief resurgence of the beast. He was too tired and too confused to let that fearsome inner creature take him over again though. When he shook his head to clear it he heard the voice repeat itself. I am Shalelu, are you ok...what is your name?

That was the first day of his life as he remembers it. Thjorn's response to that had been a frustrated growling and questioning "I don't know? What are you called?". From his tone it probably seemed that he was not grateful for her intervention. Perhaps he even sounded resentful. And perhaps all of that anger and frustration stemmed from other sources. Dat var sum fandaq! My head it hurts to blazes and I don't even know my own name!

Stifling both fear and frustration, the barbarin began checking the bodies in the surf. Warm and breathing bodies were helped up to where the elf was checking them over and tending wounds. The cold ones were lined up neatly for later consideration. As he worked the youngster thrashed about in his own mind for memories. Unfortunately that mind was as bleak and chaotic as this storm washed beach. From a handful of others that washed up, it was discovered that his name was Thjorn. None of them had heard him called anything different, or at least nothing decent. The officers on the ship had seemed to delight in piling nicknames and petty abuses on the towering teenager. From the few comments made it was apparent that none of the others knew about the beast of rage he held within. In fact he was described as almost meek and shy. What was also known was that he'd been a relatively new hand on the ship they'd been travelling on. The most anyone would say was that the tall youth had gotten off of his Ulfen trading ship at a distant port and hired on to sail further and see more. He was a middlin decent sailor who seemed relatively polite if aloof and he had no known enemies nor friends either. That changed little over the next few years.

When Shalelu took the wounded survivors in hand, she mentioned getting them all help at a nearby village. Other than a sore knot on his oversized head, Thjorn suffered only from apparent amnesia, and an advanced state of poverty. The amnesia seemed as likely to change on it's own as to be cured by some village pastor. The poverty on the other hand might have a solution right at hand. You take dem back miss Elf. I vill stay und look aroond. When the others rode away, Thjorn was already picking through the wreckage looking for anything of value. Or maybe he was looking for answers.

When a curious Shalelu wandered by the beach several days later she saw smoke. Beneath the smoke was a fire outside of a crude hut that was almost more of a lean-to. Simmering in the coals was a battered copper pot with some unappealing fish stew inside. There had been no sign of the young barbarian. He did return several hours later to a revised situation. In just a few short hours Shalelu had shored up the hut, dug out an opening into a small cave behind it, and scavenged enough food for several meals. More importantly the greyish stew of indeterminate fish had been replaced by a nose-grabbing soup of some sort with wild onions, mushrooms, nuts and even less identifiable bits that combined into an almost ambrosiac dinner. In what would become a typically casual manner he had responded with a simple. "Smells Gudt."

That time she stayed a few days. It was readily apparent that the youngster intended to stay here searching for valuables, or perhaps just for answers. Rather than force him to go to the town of Sandpoint, the elven ranger took it on herself to help him survive on his own at first. Maybe she just wanted to see what he'd find. Or maybe she'd already decided to start his education.

The Cress is from a pond over the hill there. I drew fresh water from the same source. There is also a bowl shaped rock where the salt deposits nicely from dry seawater. Later I'll show where to get some eggs and the occasional bird, wild mushrooms and onions. I think I've even spotted some garlic and ginseng. That began his education. For the rest of the evening Shalelu told him about the beach where he'd set up "housekeeping". Where to find food was the topic for the first lessons. His responses were few and brief. Almost like a younger child he found himself asking "Why is dat?" frequently as the elfess explained animal or plant behavior around him. She also brought up the goblins as a warning. To a town a few goblins was little threat. To a youngster living out on his own it was a different prospect entirely.

If dey come den I fight. His shrug was perhaps a touch more eloquent than his words. In fact goblins came upon him in pairs or singly more than once that first month. Each time he felt the swell of that hot animal rage. And each time he emerged more shaken by his own behavior than by the wounds or fear.

After that first visit Thjorn could expect the elven ranger by a few times per month. She taught him not only how to survive, but how to be comfortable. She brought him the first few animals and helped him clear the small farm just up from the beach. She also taught him a great deal about the woodlands and the plants and animals inside them. He found an affinity for beasts both domestic and wild. Many a wounded bird or doe found itself nursed back to health in his corrals and barns. Wolf pups without mothers were cared for and left to be found by a local pack. And his handful of goats were the source of a delicate cheese that always sold well when he got older. Eventually he was enticed into Sandpoint to trade some of his scavenged, farmed, and trapped or gathered goods. The ranger had introduced him discretely to some of the inhabitants. She had encouraged him to come to town more often and sometimes on his own. Apparently even to a huge uncurried brute like Thjorn, social company was desirable, in small doses of course.

He rarely went to the churches or temples. The old lady with her wandering caravan and fortune telling seemed as reliable a spiritual counselor as any. At least when Shalelu was not around. And although he enjoyed stopping by the Rusty Dragon. It was more for Ameiko's company and occasional advice than for socialization in large doses. On such evenings the large and all too noticeable young man tried to blend into a shadowed corner or else just sat quietly with his long legs stretched out as he enjoyed a mulled wine and Ameiko's tales. The inn-keeper had a surprising amount of worldly experience and could periodically be coaxed into a story or two. She also provided a supportive shoulder when the shy young barbarian came in from time to time confused or hurt by one of the local girls and her behavior or his own feelings. Some part of him thinks it was her suggestion initially that he confine himself to flirting with the very friendly for a coin girls at the Pixie's Kitten. After all, few of the local girls wanted more than a casual taste of the very large and intimidating "wild-boy" from the shore. And of course recently he'd been introduced to the charming and smirking fellow Sandru. Of course part of that might have been jealousy for the easy affection between the caravan owner and Ameiko. Perhaps even a little more jealousy from the trust Shalelu placed in the fellow. Still, Thjorn was skeptical and quietly considered the man something of a scoundrel.

Finally came the day when Shalelu casually mentioned a caravan needing some guards. A few coins could provide some much needed supplies and maybe smooth out the rough edges of his little domicile. When she rose to leave the warm little dugout the next day, her now grown student rose with her. Mentally he made note of the need for someone to watch over his stock. A question to Shalelu gave him an idea where to ask. What with goblins and other issues there were a few people that could be trusted to care for the crops and animals. Perhaps not as well as Thjorn himself, but well enough for the moment. Shouldering a spear and slinging various pouches and packs around his huge frame he stepped out and walked along beside her with neither of them feeling that any discussion of the matter was exactly necessary.

[Oddman80]

 

Itavu Vhiski, Panthor Maneuver Monk Name: Iravu Vhiski Race: Panthor Clan (Catfolk) Class: Maneuver Master Monk Age: 27 Height: 5'-8" Weight: 160 lbs Alignment: Lawful Neutral Primary Role: Battlefield Control (Trip) Secondary Role(s): Support Melee Backstory: Iravu was orphaned as a young cub when his mother's wagon was attacked by Goblins during a trip from Thistlestop to Magnimar. Thrown from the vehicle when the wagon broke a wheel, Iravu hunkered down in fear and stayed that way well after the goblin bandits left. it wasn't until the sun rose the next morning in the east, the the frightened cub left his hiding spot. Heading cautiously through the Forrest, back the way the wagon had come, the young Panthor was discovered by an adolescent human boy just past the southern edge of Sandpoint. The human (often ignored by his politically-minded father, and tormented by his older brother) approached the cub with a warm heart, and was delighted when the cub rushed to him in what could only be described as a fierce nuzzle. That human, was Sandru Vhiski. Patiently and tenderly, Sandru convinced the Panthor to share with him what had transpired the night before. Later, when Sandru passed this information onto his father, Antonin, not only did the man offer to adopt Iravu, but he also rallied the town council to institute a Goblin Bounty to put an end to the nearby tribe's deadly deeds. While Antonin's eldest son, an 18 year old named Jubrayl, thought the father foolish for bringing such a 'wild creature' into their family home, Sandru sincerely accepted Iravu as a younger brother, making him the target of the Panthor's life-long admiration. Within two years of moving in with the Vhiskis, Antonin and his wife were killed in a terrible storm. While Jubrayl was old enough to move out on his own, Sandru and Iravu were taken under the care of Koya Mvashti (a family friend who was like an Aunt to the two boys). While Koya did her best to insulate Sandru and Iravu from the growing infamy of their elder brother, Jubrayl had done little to hide his involvement with the Sczarni Crime Syndicate. Tensions between his Koya and Jubrayl grew more and more palpable over the years, and to escape the frustration of living among it, Sandru ventured off to make money abroad as a caravan guard. Iravu begged to go with him - continuing to idolize his older, roguish brother - but Koya said he was too young, and refused to let him leave. Over a decade would pass before Sandru would return home, regaling the town with stories of he, Shalelu, and Ameiko's adventures. And in those years, that Panthor Cub grew into a man - working at the stables, helping to train new horses, and constantly serving as an intermediary between Jubrayl's wicked ways and Koya's increasingly naive-seeming idealism. The years of moral arguments, back and forth and back and forth between the two, ultimately drove Iravu away from home as well. But unlike Sandru, who was able to hold on to his faith in others as he left town, Iravu all but abandoned hope in his capacity to be a force of change in others. On an especially quarrelsome night between he and his foster mother, Iravu renounced his faith in Desna, stormed out of the house, and dedicated himself as an acolyte at the House of Blue Stones - the Monastery in town dedicated to Iori. He put his years of whip training to use in his martial studies, learning to become one with a rope or chain, just as he learned to be one with himself. NPC Relationships: A couple of years ago, Iravu was able to make amends with Koya. These days they are always civil with one another, and they even have the occasional tender moment. Iravu is pleased that Sandru has returned to Sandpoint - even if it is sporadic, between caravan journeys. He knows Ameiko Kaijitsu fairly well, given that if Iravu plans on seeing his brother while he is in town, he will likely have to pay a visit to the Rusty Dragon. The Panthor Monk has also met Shalelu Andosana a couple of times. While they did exchange pleasantries on those occasions, neither are especially good conversationalists, so the interactions were both awkward and abrupt. Current Developments: With the recent escalation in frequency and severity of goblin attacks on travelers outside the city, Iravu has been pestering the sheriff to take action. Frustrated by the lack of progress on this front, and fearing that his own family history could be repeated, Iravu has begun hanging out at the Rusty Dragon regularly, trying to rouse support for the formation of a Sandpoint Militia that could go and neutralize the lawless and violent behavior of the nearby goblins. Traits: [Social] Adopted (human): Carefully Hidden [Combat] Reactionary [Campaign] Younger Sibling (Sandru) Drawback: Pride Background Skills: Profession (Animal Trainer) Perform (Contortionism) Adventuring Skills: Acrobatics Perception Sense Motive Stealth

[Jondera]

 

Name: Aelvinna
Race: Human (Ulfen)
Gender: Female
Class: Cavalier (Order of the Shield)
Age: 19
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 183 lbs
Alignment: NG
Primary Role: Tank (ish)
Secondary Role(s): Melee/DPS

 

Background: In the Lands of the Linnorn Kings, girls who aspire to be Wind Sisters - and there are many - face a grueling challenge. At twelve, they must demonstrate skill with animals and knowledge of weapons to the satisfaction of a sister, before being accepted at the Sisters' lodge, in the hills north of Kalsgard. There, after years of training, they are given the opportunity to win the loyalty of a mount; several nearby aeries and rookeries host families of griffons, hippogriffs, giant eagles, even the occasional roc, who, through long association with the lodge, will bring their yearlings to meet the trainees. Those trainees able to win the trust of such a yearling are accepted as new Wind Sisters, though most still face years of training before they become true Sisters, patrolling the skies to protect their people from danger. Most trainees never reach that point, and either return to their villages or seek their fortune as adventurers in more traditional ways.

Aelvinna's proudest memory was of that day, when she, just shy of her 16th birthday, stood with a dozen other trainees to meet a mated pair of griffons and their yearling chick, who had flown in from the northern reaches of the Grungir Forest to present their young to the lodge. Cowed by the majestic appearance and ferocious temperament of the adults, several of the girls were to timid to actually approach the yearling, but Aelvinna worked up her courage and through her introduction and manners was able to earn the respect, both of the yearling, and of its parents.

Working and training together with her new charge for three years, she gained skill at arms and mastery of the training and handling of animals, riding a horse until such time as the griffon was large enough to bear her weight. As he came close to his full size, the elders of the lodge decreed a final test for Aelvinna - she must travel away from the lodge until she rode the Winds, and protect the common folk who were the sisters' charge. Eager for the start of her adventures, Aelvinna took the roads south, through the forest and across the border into Varisia, down the coast until she reached the town of Sandpoint, where circumstances have brought her to rest for a time.

Story: Aelvinna cursed to herself, lamenting her lack of attention - and lack of familiarity with the terrain - which had let her walk right into the ambush. Peering out around the face of the standing stone, she ducked back as another crude arrow skipped off the rock, striking sparks. Behind her, Lipnir and Holgeirr, both with arrow wounds to show for their part in escaping the goblins' ambush, lay on the ground; they would be no further help in escaping this trap. Retreat into the cave had bought them some time... but little else.

Holding up her shield, Aelvinna chanced another look around the corner. There were the bodies of the three goblins they had killed to reach the cave - two savaged by griffon claws, one struck down by her spear - but she saw five more of the green-skinned menaces closing in, even as another arrow thudded into her shield. At least five... if there were five she saw, there'd be more she couldn't. And when they got close enough, they'd rush her and overwhelm her and her companions by sheer weight of numbers. She shifted her grip on her battle axe - her spear being far to large for such tight quarters - and waited for the inevitable.

It never came.

Instead, there was a whirring in the air, and suddenly two of the goblins dropped to the ground, transfixed by arrows. Moments later, another goblin fell, then another, and suddenly there was an elven woman in the clearing, her bowstring a blur as she loosed shaft after shaft into the underbrush, every shot finding a mark. In less than a minute, the surviving goblins - if there were any - had fled. The elf turned to see Aelvinna in the shadows of the cave, and lowered her bow. "Greetings, traveler, my name is Shalelu. Are you injured?"

Campaign Trait: Rescued (Shalelu)

Current circumstances: After the attack that severely injured her companions and nearly claimed her life, Aelvinna followed Shalelu back to Sandpoint, and has spent most of the last six months living at an old farm on the outskirts of town - the family were happy enough to take her in, and their barn - empty, since the farms' pastures and fields had been built over by the expanding town - served as a comfortable place for Aelvinna's horse and griffon to sleep. Aelvinna herself helps out around the town, patrolling the nearby woods on horseback and sometimes assisting the town guard. At first, it was to pay her keep while Holgeirr healed, later it was because she felt indebted to Shalelu, and didn't want to leave without properly repaying that debt.



Companions: Lipnir (horse) - a large, shaggy northern mare. Strong and hardy, though not quite as nimble as the lighter horses found in southern lands.

Holgeirr (griffon) - at 4 1/2 years, Holgeirr has nearly reached his full growth, and has been with Aelvinna for most of his life. Though he can hunt on his own, Aelvinna generally keeps him well fed, if only to prevent him from sizing up nearby horses for a meal. He and Lipnir are accustomed to each other, but he still views other horses as food (and they're none to comfortable around him, either).

NPC Interactions/opinions:

Shalelu: Given that the elven ranger saved her life, Aelvinna feels indebted to her, and considers the ranger's example (as a traveling protector of the common folk) one that she should strive to emulate. She is also impressed by Shalelu's lore and skill with woodcraft and animals, but is a little intimidated by her elven blood - elves are rare in her far northern homeland, and she has never had such close association with one before.

Ameiko: When not otherwise busy, Aelvinna enjoys spending evenings drinking in the Rusty Dragon - never to much, because the Ulfen frown on excessive drinking (except at certain festivals), but always enough to be friendly. She even happily spells Ameiko on the stage sometimes, proudly declaiming the epic sagas of the northern tribes for her audiences, sometimes swapping tale for tale. What her performances lack in skill, they make up for in poetic imagery and a weight borne of tradition. ((Yes, I'm taking Perform: Oratory as one of my background skills.))

Koya: Aelvinna doesn't know the elderly priestess of Desna well, but they have met a few times - most notably, early in Aelvinna's stay in Sandpoint when Koya came to help treat Holgeirr and Lipnir. Since the Ulfen, like the Varisians, venerate Desna, Aelvinna deeply respects Koya's age and wisdom, despite their relative lack of contact.

Shandru: Aelvinna barely knows Shandru - she knows who he is, roughly speaking, and they've met, but that's about it.

 

[wodine]

Davex Davex Name: Davex Race: Satyr Gender: Male Class: Ranger (Beastmaster) Inquisitor of Desna Age: 27 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 175 lbs Alignment: NG Primary Role: Scout and Vengeance. Secondary Role(s): Ranged and Survival Satyrs represent the luxuriant vital powers of nature. Or at least they’re supposed to. Davex never felt the urge to dance around a fire with nymphs, drinking and fornicating under the moonlit night. Well…no more than your average human man. The trouble was, that as long as Davex could remember, he was alone, left to fend for himself in the wilds outside of Sandpoint. He had a small hovel he called home, and a few animal friends he’d made along the way, a few chickens and a duck, and even an old ewe named Shirley. It was hard living on his own and because of that he rarely had the chance to frolic in the moonlight like those Satyr in all the human myths. His most prized possession was his bow, which he takes with him everywhere, which he uses to fell game and monsters alike. Davex travels to town about once a fortnight to get some basic supplies and trade things he managed to procure in the forest for luxury items or items he would be unable to make himself. That’s where he first met Shalelu. She was trading some pelts from a hunting trip the same merchant that Davex normally used, and she was magnificent. She was beautiful, and clearly a skilled hunter. Davex speaks to her whenever they are in town together, and after while Davex learned her schedule so they could run into each other in town. Davex hangs on every word she says, every tale she recounts, and if she asked he would follow her into the forest and never turn back, but what would a glorious elf want with a wretched, lonely Satyr like him?

[dbaque]

Name: Sir Silverbolt Chironides
Race: Centaur
Sex: Male
Class: Paladin (Oath of People's Council)
Age: 20
Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 2500 lb.
Alignment: LG

Appearance:
The Mendevian Crusaders are renowned for their elite heavy cavalry. These mounted knights are defined by their horsemanship, but even the adept unity of horse and rider is only an imitation of the power and speed of the centaurs. The clack of shod hooves against the trail signals the arrival of the centaur knight. Standing at an imposing 7 feet, with courtly poise and regal bearing, and his powerful frame wreathed in steel plates, Silverbolt looks every part a fierce but noble knight templar. A heavy cloak/blanket shields him from the elements. Barding can be seen beneath the cloak along with brown fur streaked with silver. A golden cross decorates the front of the tabard on his upper torso. Doffing his helm reveals dull blue eyes and brown locks the same shade of his equine fur. His countenance mingles a kind smile with a stern gaze.

Personality:
Once you get past the initial reaction of seeing a centaur, you notice the perpetual smile in his eyes, characteristic of his indefatigable cheer. His good humor is terribly infectious, & at times downright inspiring. As soon as he opens his mouth, it is obvious that he is among the gentlest, forthright souls you've met; scarcely anything but a kind word is on his lips. This is not to say that he never gets angry or indignant; it just takes a lot for him to do so. Silverbolt always sees the best of a bad situation; it is never hopeless. Often, he also sees the best in others. His cultured mien and manner readily dispels the notion that Silverbolt is some savage brute. Yet, he remains gracious and without airs, his deeds and reputation notwithstanding. Silverbolt is a noble soul guided by his honor. Beyond the fair play that is the wont of knights, he is quick to offer quarter & slow to draw his weapon when words may suffice.

Background:
Silverbolt was born in the outskirts of Mendev. His family was certainly well-to-do but, by no means, lavishly wealthy. His sire, a retired soldier, owned a smithy shop where he provided all sorts of metallic wares from simple blacksmithing to fine arms for those still serving in the Mendevian Crusades. Silverbolt was descended from a long line of centaur Crusaders. His sire instilled this tradition in the young colt as a point of pride and a great legacy to live up to. The colt was constantly playing or practicing (they were all the same to him) with sword & lance from the time he could lift one. His sire taught him the way of the sword, not only how to wield it to deadly effect but also how to wield it with honor. When Silverbolt grew into a young stallion and a formidable warrior, he joined the knightly orders to serve in the Crusades like his sire.

Silverbolt fought with distinction, a veritable wrecking ball against fiendish lines. However, the noble cause came to lull after one particularly decisive battle. The latest upstart demon lord was slain, and his hordes put to flight back into the Worldwound. While a hefty garrison remained to watch for new raids or incursions, a new general to rally the unruly hordes was not likely to emerge until many years if not lifetimes. The bulk of their soldiery had to busy themselves with other things. For Silverbolt, he took to the life of a knight errant, wandering the lands seeking for wrongs to right. In the immediate towns surrounding Mendev, he uncovered a number of fiends masquerading in positions of authority and playing tyrants. After dispatching these local despots, the centaur knight continued his travels westward, taking on petty tyrants as he found them, often uncovering fiendish influences of various sort. His wanderings eventually took him into the borders of the Crown of the World. Whispers reached him of a white dragon terrorizing the settlements amid the icy mountain range. It seemed like as noble a quest as any to undertake.

 

Originally Posted by Hound

In regards to Centaurs

DC 10: Centaurs are half-man half-horse creatures. They tend to live in plains and temperate forests. They are omnivorous like humans, though prefer fruits and vegetables over meat.

DC 15: Due to their unusual size and appearance they have often been mistreated by the other races. A few hundred years or so ago, when human society first met the centaur race, they were a nomadic, savage, barbarian tribe that attacked many human cities. With the introduction of modern society by the humans the savages finally settled into small towns. Humans taught them to farm and be productive members of society, ending the barbarian threat.

DC 20:

 

Character Name: Auron Valdemar Race: Was human, still but refluffed Forgeborn (infiltrator)seems human Sex: Male Class: Bard (Sound Striker & Dirge Bard archetypes) Age: 22 Height: 6'3" Weight: 190 pounds Alignment: LG   Description: A lithe fellow comes walking into town, sporting a light tunic & earthen vest beneath which the distinctive creak of a jerkin could be heard. Well worn dark boots cap forest green slacks as a ruddy cloak enfolds over him. Wisps of dirty blonde hair peak out beneath the light helm, framing a face of youthful, handsome features yet sharp, piercing eyes. A fine shield hides beneath the cloak on his back while a ... is that a whip at his side? Well, at least a more typical sword and bow are also strapped on his back. Despite how much his (excessive) preparedness makes his pack well on the heavy side, he never seems weighed down. Personality: The upbringing by his grandfather made a decent, honorable man of Auron. He inherited enough of his family's charm and good nature to make a fine courtier in any land, but some inexplicable wanderlust has left him uninterested in the bustling cities or the family business. He's a pleasant and good-natured enough fellow, certainly, but he often gives the impression that his thoughts are a thousand miles away. Where there are questions, he just has to find the answers. There's a vast world out there, even in local Varisia, filled with ruins and mysteries, waiting for the unearthing. The terminally curious explorer has a mind like a steel trap; once he sets on a mystery, he won't let it go until it yields up its secrets to him. His enthusiasm for his passion is downright infectious, and few others can quite stir up that sense of wonder as Auron can. Ever since his his incident, though, he's lost some of his invincible confidence when much younger. It's like he feels that he lost something from the man he once was.   Growing Up Auron was born a grandson of Ethram Valdemar, a wealthy nobleman in Magnimar and one of the four original founders of Sandpoint. The family's trouble with their ruthless rivals, the Scarnetti family, cost Auron his parents in a seeming accident while still quite young. So the young boy lived in bustling Magnimar with his grandfather. The young boy's spirit was resilient, and he grew up a bright and happy child. The inquisitive lad was constantly wandering off & getting into trouble at the slightest excuse (the petulant Auron would insist that it was his grandfather, rather, who tanned his hide at the slightest excuse; sheesh, it was only the top of the steeple). He wanted to see & explore everything, constantly getting into mischief adventures. Exploration The lad and his grandfather eventually came to a more or less working arrangement regarding his exploring obsession. They took baby steps, so to speak, with little expeditions, growing increasingly larger. He compiled his notes and findings into some treatises. With his family's connections in bustling Magnimar, he managed to publish a few, landing him a fledgling reputation as a scholar. As well paying as the work was, what he really wanted to do was venture back out there for a truly grand explore. For the better part of a year, Auron pressed upon his grandfather to let him take one up, but he made no progress with his overprotective guardian. So, one day he packed up, left a note, and just went on his own. While a bit of a rough learning curve at first, Auron eventually loved it. Just the chance to trek through the unwalked wilds of Varisia, to gaze on ancient ruins, and to observe rare species, it was glorious. A constant notebook he kept on himself soon filled with notes and observations. Ordeal It was a bolder endeavor that changed much of his life. His research in the area suggested that there was an ancient tomb buried within a cave. Spurred by his success thus far, Auron summoned a light for himself and went spelunking. Deep into the cavern he descended, increasingly excited by the traces of ancient stonework along the walls. It was then he heard voices farther ahead. He stopped suddenly. Auron considered going back, but his curiosity got the better of him. Creeping onward quietly, the explorer came upon a large room. The exquisite architecture and intricate writings would normally hold the lad spellbound, but in this case, a confrontation held his attention. A comely woman in gray robes was backing off from towering zombies shambling toward her. Behind them, a cackling wizard of some sort was taunting the woman and commandingly pointing a grim looking staff at her. As the zombies drew closer, Auron found himself at a crossroads, but even in over his head, there could only be one decision. He crept as close as he dared. Auron quietly unfurled his whip and cracked it, wrapping around the wizard's staff. Surprised, the wizard let it fumble from his hands. Yanking the staff toward him, the intrepid explorer dashed between the equally surprised zombies to grab the woman's hand. With barely a "c'mon" and encouraging smile spared to her, he pulled her behind him down another passage. Staff in one hand and damsel in the other, the would be hero darted through twisting caverns hoping against hope that he was taking them closer to the surface. Thinking he felt a breeze from one direction, Auron turned to that corridor. Whatever dumb luck earlier appeared to abandon him, another hulking zombie barred his way. Before he could utter a word, the brute slammed Auron between a big meaty fist and the wall. The would be hero could hear the crunch of bone and squelch of crushed organs. He counted it a small blessing that the adrenaline didn't let him feel it yet. As it pulled its fist back, Auron crumpled to the floor, coughing what felt like the remains of his bloodied lungs. Blearily seeing the brute approach, he waited for the finishing blow. Suddenly, he saw the woman raising the dropped staff and command, "Heel!" And the brute stopped. She commanded again, "Go down that passage and crush that robed fool at the end. Slowly." Crouching down by the dying explorer, she paid no heed to the confused expression on his face. "Shame to save me only to die yourself," she remarked. Seeing his crestfallen expression, she smiled a grin both encouraging and unnerving, "Don't worry; I won't let you die, hero." Her hand stroked his face as he blacked out from blood loss and the pain, distant screams of agony echoing down the hall. His memories are a haze at this point. They are just short flashes he can't make much sense of as all sense of time was lost. One moment, he feels numb and sees the woman doing something with a needle & thread below his vision. The next, he feels an oh-so-cold hand gently on his face as comforting whispers tickle his ear, something about her masterpiece. Then, he feels alone and panicking; limbs like leaden weights eventually shift and respond. With another flash, he finds himself staggering outside, feeling the tickle of falling snow. He remembers wearily collapsing to the thick snowy ground several times before dragging himself back up to wander, all sense of direction lost.

Some may recognize an earlier version of this from the app thread, but this Auron is a stranger to the town & you all.

[kaylara]

 

Mari Amatatsu (Kaijitsu) Name: Mari Amatatsu (Kaijitsu) <-- Click to view Sheet Race: Tian-Min Class: Wizard (Spirit Whisperer) - (Heavens) Age: 18 Height: 5' 3" Weight: 100 lbs Alignment: Neutral Good Primary Role: Stardust and Fireballs! along with other nifty things.Arcane Caster Secondary Role(s): some buffs like "Haste" and support in crowd control - like "Web"Support, When all else fails, a good crossbow is worth it's weight Ranged Campaign Trait: Younger Sibling (Ameiko) Traits: Magical Lineage, Metamagic Master Flaw: Guilty Fraud Background Skills: Craft: Alchemy, Knowledge: Nobility Appearance: Mari is a beautiful Tian-Min woman with long black silky hair and with beautiful eye's that seem to reflect heaven it's self. When she walks, she leaves no trail as her feet always seem to be Ability: Lure of the Heavens (Su): Your connection to the skies above is so strong that your feet barely touch the ground. At 1st level, you no longer leave tracks. At 5th level, you can hover up to 6 inches above the ground or even above liquid surfaces, as if levitating. At 10th level, you gain the ability to fly, as per the spell, for a number of minutes per day equal to your wizard level. This duration does not need to be consecutive, but it must be spent in 1-minute increments.floating off the ground as she walks with a heavenly grace.

Family Background The Kaijitsu name was known both in Sandpoint and Tian-Min as members of there family lived in both areas, sharing and learning cultures. At least thats who she thought she was, until the recent vision gave her the fact that she was actually a member of royalty.

Mari's Story As a child Mari was raised alone by her mother, Hiriko, who kept Mari in the dark about her family history. Having been lied too her entire life, she never knew who her father was, let alone if she had any siblings. For Mari, life was was far from simple, and that may have attributed to her never seeking out her father. With her mother Maya being a Also the reason she inherited her traits: Magical Lineage and Metamagic MasterGrand Wizard of high renown among Tian-Min. They tried to live a quieter life, in a lavished estate that held several smaller building, a lab, library, and shrine to the Kami. The estate rested within the Minkai archipelagoMinkai Empire on a mountain side, where Mari would Giving her the Human-Favored Terrain = Mountainsoften explore. One of her favorite places was a beautiful waterfall, where she would lookup into the heavens while trying to reach out and touch the stars, then settle for a nice prayer to the Kami, thanking them for such beautiful things. It was then she saw her first spirit. It looked like a tiny ball of blackness at first with stars scattered thru its body in the shape of a Sagittarius. So, she named it "Sagittarius" and See her picture aboveheld her hands out to hold it. Thats when it moved close, both of them could feel each other's thoughts as the world around her became lighter and brighter, sealing themselves together. As a spirit of the heavens came down and Making her "Bonded" Spirit: the Spirits of Heaven.merged with her. Afterwards, when the mystical bond completed, here eyes now sparkle like starlight, exuding an aura of otherworldliness to those she is around. When she calls upon one of her spirit’s abilities, her eyes turn pitch black and the colors around her drain for a brief moment. Mari ended up spending most of her childhood (but not all, as she sometimes ventured to and from Sandpoint for various reasons), studying and learning her mothers arts and After learning things, she developed a hatred to bad humans and undead. (the human traits for Favored enemies)knowledge's, including the use of the wakizashi, as it serves as a status symbol of the aka: Spirit Talkersshugenja. Everything was going fine until recently. When she had the shared vision. With surprise and disbelief, she has to confirm what she saw. However, her mother has been gone for months on a pilgrimage. Mari, a young Tian woman of stunning beauty and staggering intellect. About 3 months back(95 days to be exact), she had arrived at Ordu-Aganhei, the northern most city of Tian Xia. There she purchased a one way ticket to Kalsgard from the man sitting in the right corner; a blonde and handsome Ulfen man by the name of Vagnar. Vagnar was the owner of his own trade caravan, which sold tickets to travelers wishing to cross the World's Crown. Unfortunately, an unseasonably strong blizzard struck and took the lives of several of caravan’s members, including many of their guards. Nevertheless, they managed to press on, and had already made in south of the Ulfen fortress of Turvik when disaster stuck. There, in what should have been the safety of the Thanelands, they were set upon by a group of raiders. Most of their guards gone but Vagnar, Mari and others fought. Vagnar revealed he was a skilled druid, while Mari proved to be an impressive Wizard. The two were the last to fall, but fall they did. Their goods were looted, and Vagnar and Mari were taken prisoner. That was how they ended up here. The unbearable darkness was finally lifted as two men burst through the door, each one holding a different end of a young pretty girl who was screaming and struggling. They brought with them oil lamps. They hung the lamps so they could properly enjoy the sight as they tore the poor girl's clothes off. In their hurry to undress and to take what they wanted, they didn't notice that one of their daggers had fallen near Vagnar's feet.

NPC Interactions/opinions Shalelu: (Relationship Score: 3 friendly) Ameiko: Thinks of her as possibly a cousin or something as they share the same name, however, she never really dug into it yet. Instead, Mari enjoys listening to her songs and stories and at times performs a dance with the music for fun. (Relationship Score: 7 friendly) Koya: (Relationship Score: 3 friendly) Shandru: (Relationship Score: 3 friendly)

Other info/links Sheet for Mari: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=68845 Sheet for her familiar (Sagittarius): https://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=68858   Name: Mari Amatatsu (Kaijitsu), Level: 7 Class: Wizard (Spirit Whisperer), Race: Human (Tian-Min) HP: 54/54, Speed: 30 Base Senses: Perception +11 AC: 12(19) Touch: 11(19) Flat: 11(15) Fort: +4 Refl: +3 Will: +6 Condition: Normal Resistances: None CMD: 14 Left Hand: Right Hand: Active Spells/Effects: Endure Elements (23 hours) Mage Armor (4 hours) Resist Energy (10/Fire) (49 min) Other Abilities: 30' range. Target suffers a -2 to attack/perception + outlined in light, negating invisibility and concealment bonuses for 3 roundsStardust(Sp) 6/day Used: 0 Lure of the Heavens (Su): The wizard’s connection to the skies above is so strong that her feet barely touch the ground. At 1st level, she no longer leaves tracks. At 5th level, she can hover up to 6 inches above the ground or liquid surfaces. At 10th level, the wizard gains the ability to fly (as the spell) for a number of minutes per day equal to her wizard level—the duration does not need to be consecutive, but it must be used in 1-minute increments.Lure of the Heavens Pearl of Power 1 (used:1)   Name: Spivey, Level: 6 (Cleric 3) Race: Lyrakien HP: 57/57, Speed: 30, 80 Fly (perfect) Senses: Perception +16, Darkvision 60 ft, Detect Magic, Detect Evil AC: 24 Touch: 17 Flat: 19 Fort: +6 Refl: +9 Will: +11 Condition: Normal Resistances: DR 5/Evil, 10/Cold, 10/Fire CMD: 17 Skills/abilities: Fly +26, Heal +11, Religion +10, Sense Motive +7, Spellcraft +10, Stealth +22 Improved Evasion, Share Spells, Empathic Link, Deliver Touch Spells, Speak with Master, Speak with animals of same kind Special Attacks: Channel Energy DC16 (2d6) 8x/day - Used: 0 Liberty Blessing 8x/day - Used: 0 Agile Feet 8x/day - Used: 0 Travers Friend Spells: (See character Sheet for Prepared spells) Spells (Always Active): Detect Evil Detect Magic Freedom of Movement   Spells Prepared: (Spell per day: 4/7/6/4/3) Level Spell Name Cast 0 Message N/A 0 Prestidigitation N/A 0 Dancing Lights N/A 0 Mending N/A       1 Shield No 1 Magic Missile No 1 Blood Money No 1 Endure Elements No 1 Mage Armor No 1 Gravity Bow No 1 Protection from Evil No       2 Web No 2 Invisibility No 2 Glitterdust No 2 Merge with Familiar No 2 See Invisibility No 2 Open Slot No       3 Fireball (Empowered) No 3 Fireball (Empowered) No 3 Haste No 3 Open Slot No       4 Fireball (Dazing) No 4 Mydriatic Spontaneity No 4 Open Slot No

New Character:
Name: Lilith Moonshadow
Race: Lamia
Sex: Female
Class: Sorcerer (Psychic and Divine BloodlinesCrossblooded)
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance: Lillith is a creature of beauty. Her upper torso is that of a beautiful human woman. The rest of her body is similar to a panther. Her long black hair and green cat like eyes seem to have a beautiful yet predatory feel behind them. She stands about 6' tall with a body length around 8'. Despite her size, she is very lithe and light, weighing around 650 lbs. She wears a darkened mithril mesh under some bits of clothing that seem to offer her decent protection and accompanied by a magnificent mithril shield and magical pack that she uses to carry good in.

Background: WIP - Most recently, she had joined Silverbolts team in hunting the dragon. However, the battle did not go as expected. During the fight, she was entrapped in ice. By the time she managed to escape the imprisonment, the battle had ended, bodies and blood everywhere with Silverbolt nowhere to be seen among the dead.



Stat Block:

 

Name: Lilith Moonshadow, Level: 7 Class: Sorcerer (Crossblooded), Race: Lamia (from Tian-Min)
HP: 47/47, Speed: 40 Base Senses: Perception +5 (Low-Light+Darkvision 60' + Scent)
AC: 18 Touch: 9 Flat: 18
Fort: +5 Refl: +3 Will: +6
Condition: Normal
Resistances: None
CMD: 15
Left Hand:
Right Hand:

Active Spells/Effects:
Endure Elements (24 hours)

Other Abilities:
+7 to hit and +3 damage, works with meele and spellsSmite Evil 10/day Used: 0
All Elemental Damages are also considered 1/2 divine (like flame strike) and not subject to immunity or resistancesDivine Energy
Can use a Touch 1x/Day Drain 1d2 wisdomDrain Wisdom 1/Day Used: 0
The creature can detect opponents within 30 feet by sense of smell. If the opponent is upwind, the range increases to 60 feet; if downwind, it drops to 15 feet. Strong scents, such as smoke or rotting garbage, can be detected at twice the ranges noted above. Overpowering scents, such as skunk musk or troglodyte stench, can be detected at triple normal range.

When a creature detects a scent, the exact location of the source is not revealed—only its presence somewhere within range. The creature can take a move action to note the direction of the scent. When the creature is within 5 feet of the source, it pinpoints the source’s location.

A creature with the scent ability can follow tracks by smell, making a Wisdom (or Survival) check to find or follow a track. The typical DC for a fresh trail is 10 (no matter what kind of surface holds the scent). This DC increases or decreases depending on how strong the quarry’s odor is, the number of creatures, and the age of the trail. For each hour that the trail is cold, the DC increases by 2. The ability otherwise follows the rules for the Survival skill. Creatures tracking by scent ignore the effects of surface conditions and poor visibility.Scent

SLA's
Disguise Self: 2/day - Used: 0
Ventriloquism: 2/day - Used: 0
Sleep: 2/day - Used: 0
Suggestion: 2/day - Used: 0
Mirror Image: 2/day - Used: 0
Major Image: 2/day - Used: 0
Charm Monster: 2/day - Used: 0

 

Spells Prepared: (Spell per day: -/8/8/6)

Level	Spell Known
0	Message
0	Open/Close
0	Prestidigitation
0	Read Magic
0	Detect Magic
0	Mage Hand
0	Ghost Sound
1	Shield
1	Magic Missile
1	Mind Thrust I
1	Endure Elements
1	Snowball
1	Truestrike
1	Protection from Evil
1	Grease
2	Resist Energy
2	Invisibility
2	Burning Arc
2	Blindness/Deafness
3	Nondetection
3	Fireball (Empowered)
3	Haste
3	Fly

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Vagnar Akselson Name: Vagnar Akselson Race: Human (Ulfen) Age: 26 Height: 6’4” Weight: 198 lbs. Class: Druid Alignment: Neutral Good Description: One look at Vagnar betrays his Ulfen heritage to anyone who knows what to look for. He’s tall and muscular, with thick blonde hair that hangs just below his broad shoulders. He has a heavy beard that he will occasionally braid for special occasions. His eyes are an icy blue that often seem set in a stern, focused expression. Background: Vagnar’s parents, Aksel and Yigrette, are prosperous merchants in the Ulfen city of Kalsgrad. They specialize in trade over the Crown of the World between Avistan and Tian Xia, answering the demand in both lands for “exotic” items from the other. As a boy, Vagnar was fascinated by the great trade caravans that set out over the Path of Aganhei over the mysterious lands to the north, and begged his father to let him accompany one. For years, Aksel refused, telling his son the journey was much too dangerous, but as he grew older his father recognized the young man’s irrepressible spirit and finally agreed to let him make the trip. That caravan was guided by Ingvan Froststride, a wise old druid who had led trips along the path for many years. He delighted in young Vagnar’s enthusiasm, and spent both the trip to Minkai and the return to Kalsgrad teaching him about the lands and people of the Crown of the World, as well druidic beliefs and the ways of his goddess Desna, the Queen of the North Star. When they returned, the two went before Aksel with a request: Ingvan would take on Vagnar as his apprentice, further training in him both as a druid and as a guide on the Path of Aganhei. This wasn’t the path the wealthy merchant had envisioned for his son, but he respected Vaganr’s passion and determination and agreed. Ingvan was a harsh taskmaster, and his training pushed Vagnar to his limit. The Crown of the World is a hard land populated by hard people, and a guide holds the lives of everyone in the caravan in his hands. Vagnar had to learn the many perils of the long journey and how to protect those under his charge from them. To that end, he underwent similarly rigorous training in druidic arts, forming a bound with a young mastodon. After several years and a few more journeys across the Crown, Ingvan deemed the apprenticeship complete and told Vagnar he was ready to guide a caravan on his own. With recommendations from both his father and former master, getting hired as a guide was not difficult. Vagnar has already led numerous trips without serious incident. His last, however, proved ill fated. On the return from Minkai, an unseasonably strong blizzard struck and took the lives of several of caravan’s members, including many of their guards. Nevertheless, they managed to press on, and had already made in south of the Ulfen fortress of Turvik when diaster stuck. There, in what should have been the safety of the Thanelands, they were set upon by a group of raiders. Most of their guards gone, Vagnar and others fought valiantly but were defeated. Their goods were looted, and Vagnar himself was taken prisoner and locked within the steading of Asvig Longthews, with his mammoth companion held in its stables.