Faithful, Unwavering, Cryptic and Kind.
Level 5 Cleric of Zehra( Torchbearer)
•STR: 10 +0
•DEX: 14 +2
•CON: 12 +1
•INT: 12 +1
•WIS: 16 +3
•CHA: 16 +3
HP: 42; Initiative: 1 Mithral shirt + armored tabard + sm,shield) ; Touch: 14 ; F.F.: 18
Base Attack Bonus: +3
Weapon: MW Silver dagger
AB: 7 thrown
Weapon: MW Sling
AB: 1 within 30ft)
Sun: Suns blessing
Healing: Rebuke Death
Common Memorized Spells
0- Light, Mending, Create Water, Detect Magic
1- Bless(x2), Shield of Faith(x2), Cure Light Wounds(Domain)DC 15
2- Bears Endurance(x2), Resist Energy, Hold Person, Cure moderate WOunds(Domain)DC 16
3- Dispel Magic, Searing Light,
Channel: 8xday 3d6 heal or 3d6+5 dmg DC 15
Armor: +1 Mithral Shirt + MW Armored Tabard + MW Small Shield
Equipment: MW Silver Dagger, MW Halfling Sling Staff(10), Cure Light wounds wand(18),Death Watch wand(15),Cure Moderate wounds wand(5) Pro.from evil(10), Bless(25), Sanctuary(10), Shield of faith(8), Shield Other(2), MW Healers Kit, Bag of Chalk Dust, 9 tindertwigs, MW Silver Holy Symbol, Holy clothes, Adventurer clothes, Shirt, Vest, Pants, High soft boots, Light reversible cloak and over cloak, Winter clothes, Firefly(mount and porter)
Languages: Speak: Rath, Thraken, Halfling, Dwarf, Gnome
Write: Rath, Thraken, Halfling, Dwarf, Gnome
FEATS: Extra Channel, Selective Channel, Toughness
TRAITS: Reactionary, Sacred Conduit
Brother Antone stands a whopping 3’2" tall and tips the scales at a lean 40 pounds. He has light brown hair kept long and tied in the back to keep it out of his eyes. He has blue grey eyes and have a sort of haunted but wise aspect to them, though when he smiles they tend take on a greenish tint with a slight twinkle. His appearance is as clean as he possibly can be in the circumatances he finds himself in. His Holy symbol, shield and tabard are always shining with an almost magical glow. His hands are calloused from years of hard work but they are when he is healing or treating the injured his hands radiate warmth and sometimes just his touch alone can bring those on the brink of death back to the living.
Who am I? Where do I come from? All good questions and perhaps if She who is most glorious, Zehra, wishes it I shall speak of my life before and how I came to be her must devoted and humble servant.
My family had always run the north-south trade routes. We would buy Gnomish trinkets and gadgets in the north and then sell them along the villages and towns along the way to the dwarven citadels to the west and south. We traded the most advanced gnomish trinkets like small kegs of their boom powder or glowy orbs for dwarven steel, or if we were very lucky Mithril, or even if trading went especially well, dwarven made weapons, to bring back to the gnomes, where we would begin the process again. It is a slow journey and it can be hard on man, woman or emu but well worth it. Sometimes, giant bandits would appear thinking we were easy targets, but in the end they all gave up there life blood to us. You would think they would learn that their 4 legged beasts are no way as maneuverable as our emus and few can truly match our war slingers in ranged combat.
It was, in fact, during one of these bandit raids that my life was changed forever. We were setting up our wagons in protective positions for the night when there came a scream from the forests edge. Giants, dozens of them, began to shamble out of the forest as the sun began to set. I remember my father and older brother calling for us to get to our positions. I did as I was told and mounted my emu, Serenity, and moved towards the giants to get a better vantage point to rain down bullets from my staff. For a good 5 minutes we laid into them, pelting them, but somehow they just continued coming forward. I remember one of them stepping into the light of a lantern just yards from me its skin ashen its jaw hanging loosely and the right side of its faced crushed in from repeated sling bullets that had hit it. Even with those horrific injuries it continued to plod towards us.
The giants, no creatures ,continued to lumber forward, I was able to keep my distance but quickly ran out of bullets. I think at that time I began to hear the familiar screams of children. Fear caught hold of my heart, and I felt my blood begin to boil. I pushed Serenity to charge through the creatures but in my haste I maneuvered her to close to one of the creatures and it grabbed her leg causing us to crash to the ground. Serenity let out a plaintive scream as the two creatures began to rip and tear in to her. I must have smashed my head in the tumble for as I tried to stand my vision blurred, I managed to stumble a couple steps before I crashed into the nearest cart and as darkness came over me, I remembered thinking “ Why am I on fire?”
At this point I now know that the flames I saw were sent by my goddess to protect me from these inhuman creatures but at the time I thought they were fevered dreams brought on by my injuries. I am still not comfortable speaking about the after math but let me say that there were many dead and many missing that had been dragged off alive. The creatures bodies were at the least several weeks dead and they all had a tattoo of a skull surrounded by 7 daggers. I was also told that there was a giant leading them who wore robes with the same symbol and who had been the one controlling and directing the undead giants.My Grandfather tasked me, the last of my family line, with the Los’nohervar, or life debt, to find out what happened to those dragged off. The Los’nohervar is one of the few Laws that all peoples must abide and it is only asked in the most extreme and dire circumstances.
Eight years have gone by and still I search. I move with determination towards an uncertain life. I left family behind including a woman I would spent my life with. Is she waiting for me? Will she be there when I return. Would anyone wait eight or more years for someone to return to them? I cannot say but I can hope.
Ah. Yes, What have I done for 8 years? I have tracked and followed. Researched and studied. I have stolen, for sustenance when my money ran out. I was jailed as well for a time until a kindly old man named Brother Pendrov paid my debts and brought me to the glorious monastery of perpetual light where he cared for me and taught me and asked nothing in turn. As time progressed I became interested in the glorious power of Zehra and I have sworn my life to her as she is sworn to me. I feel that this wasn’t something I came into but something I was meant to do. In Zehras name we take comfort.
I spent 4 years at the monastery learning all that I could about the true Gods and the usurpers and where the other Gods of the world fit in. And eventually I was ordained and given the title brother and allowed to continue my travels. Of course my purpose has changed from one of vengeance to one of mercy. Zehra, please give me the strength to be righteous and not become blinded by hate.
I have come across many people and tried guide them the best way I know how. I travel with companions now that are as close to me as my caravenie or members of the caravan. There is Wilfred Fizzlebang, A giant gnome who is quick to the ale and even quicker with a bow. There is RIkashi the Odd a giant cat man who is both stealthy and strong with a blade, especially his magic blade. There is Bronwyn, she is a charming giant with a beguiling smile, glib tongue and a dance style reminiscent of a whirlwind. Lastly there is Graldor Troll slayer. Another giant who has no match in scholastic knowledge and will surely tell you so.
So this is a small part of who I am and who I travel with and I do not mention those who came in and out of our lives but time breaks down all secrets and maybe one day, with Zehras blessing, I will tell you.