So I'll keep this post as my rough draft of the PC for now
Background of Auron:
I was born as middle child to Chief Baram of Shiikirri-Quah (The Hawk Clan) of the Shoanti of Varisia. I have an older brother, Col, and a younger sister, Leah, whom I love dearly, my mother die giving birth to her, a dangerous omen amongst my people and so I have taken it upon myself to protect here. Like many of my brethren, I displayed a talent for tapping into the spirits of the tribe's totemic spirit, the Hawk, although mine developed at the age of thirteen. In my case the beast manifested itself in a more humanoid form, quite a rarity I was told for the tribe. This brought much attention to me from the elders. Unfortunately for Col, he never developed the "gift", as we call it, and this seemed to drive a wedge between us. He was strong and athletic, a seeming perfect leader for our people, next in line to take over when father passed, but there was whispers amongst the people that the spirits seemed to favor me, so perhaps the tradition of firstborn taking over the title of chief should be ignored. I never really considered this as Col, four years older, always seemed so strong and wise, far more suited to the task than me, but these rumors did nothing to improve our relationship, it seemed to drive him further away. He spent more and more time with the hunters and the time that we did spend together was strained. I noticed that Leah was the most affected by this split, she was always so quiet, she spoke little, just stared with those eyes, those beautiful, large eyes. She turned even more into herself. Our father was mostly silent on the issue, having many things to deal with, foremost being the dealings with the Chelaxians to the south. Our tribe was tasked with any diplomacy with those others.
As the years wore on, I continued to develop my talents for the calling of aid from the spirit world, now I had developed some minor abilities to call upon aid from the slithering snake, the noble eagle, and the loyal dog. My strongest connection was still to our totem spirit though. I was also trained in combat, both with the spear, the hammer, and the bow. I always excelled with the bow, my movements were always more coordinated than others of the tribe. It was around my 23rd birthday that my father took ill, no calls for aide from the spirits were answered as our bone shaman, Chupon, tried to cure whatever affliction it was that ran through his veins. As my father lay ill in his tent, Chupon began calling out Leah, saying that this new disease must have been brought about by her, she was the one born under the bad sign and this disease fought all efforts to cure it. Naturally, Leah was silent, her large eyes filled with tears. With Col away on a hunt, I stepped in and calmed the old man down, he likely meant no harm, but there was no point in letting that kind of talk spread through the tribe. Chupon stared daggers at me as I told him any threats against Leah were also against me and we could let the spirits judge. The soothsayer left, knowing that there was no way to win this argument and I assured Leah that I would not allow the bone shaman near her. A tearful nod was all I received in response as I hugged her close.
As my father's condition failed to improve, the whispers started again about the next clan leader, coinciding with Col's return. Anger burned on his face as he demanded to know why I didn't rush out to find him when the illness took hold. I told him know wasn't the time for blame, we had to attend to the Chief. He moved past me and entered the tent, speaking in low voices with our father and as he exited the tent he stormed past me and went to the bone shaman's refuge without saying a word. The Chief beckoned me inside and I sat next to him. He told me that Col would not be chief when he passed, that he wanted me to take over and that Col had went to pass on the proclamation to the shaman to announce after he died. His father, the chief, didn't last the night.
The next day, the body was buried in a cairn according to our customs and that evening a feast was held in Baram's honor, culminating in the announcement of the next leader. This occasion was quite the celebration as the excitement had built a fever pitch, with the relatively unknown decision at hand, all clansmen were eager to hear the news. As the meal progressed, Col avoided my eye contact and when I spoke to him, he pretended the din of the hastily constructed hall was too much too hear me. After Chupon read the list of our father's deeds, to the delight of our tribe as he had been a great leader, the hour was at hand to call out the new leader. I was surprised to feel butterflies in my stomach as I proudly stood, ready to receive the symbol of leadership, the silver hawk medallion passed down through generations. Chupon's announcement nearly sent me to the floor as he announced Col as the new Chief, proclaimed by Baram last night on his death bed. I looked to my brother who had a smile on his face, and stood amongst the cheering clansmen as he looked over at me and winked. I spoke up and announced that our former chief had named me as his successor last night, not Col, as he determined it was the spirit's choice. This silenced the room, but Col's face was of fury. The bone shaman held up his hands to prevent the now polarized men from making any rash decisions, especially as much mead had been drank that night. Chupon announced he'd consult the spirits and determine the truth of the situation.
The next morning, the soothsayer came out and proclaimed that I was to be made chief if, and only if, I could complete a task to prove my worth to the tribe. Our first tribal leader, Shea, who had wielded an enchanted spear, known as Obelisk, one that was effective even against the evils that walked the earth during the Age of Darkness, it was rumored to have been given to Shea by the spirits. The head of which was a rather large piece of obsidian, a piece of the heavens that fell to earth. It was lost after that time and many a young members of the clans had looked for it and not one had even come upon a trace of it. My face dropped as I knew it was a fool's errand, but I was also honor-bound to undertake the task, as if the spirits had truly willed it, I could not turn them down as the punishment was death. My brother gave me another wink as I traveled to my tent to gather my gear and prepare to leave, when Leah came in, her eyes again tear-stained and red-rimmed. I tried to explain that I had no other choice, but as she stared at me I knew that I was leaving her alone with Chupon and she was terrified. Before I left, I managed to contact a member of Shundar-Quah and they agreed to take Leah with them as part of their goal to unite the clans under the excuse that she would be able to help represent our clan there. Col didn't object, seeming more interested in celebrating his new position and didn't say and goodbyes as I left the village for the last time. I had little to go on, but I knew that the answers didn't lie with my own people else someone would have acquired it by now.
I traveled to the nearest Varisian settlement and there began my search for the information. After months and months of nothing but dead-ends, I came upon the first potentially helpful piece of information. I found out that there is a group of explorers that are known as Pathfinders. They publish a record of their explorations in something called the Chronicles. I found my way to Magnimar, and put myself forward to join this group, hoping they may have the information I need to complete my quest. I completed the initial test and became an Initiate, but was crushed to learn that I could not become a full member for three years. Luckily, I was able to convince the deans (of Magic, Swords, and Lore) to take the Confirmation after only eighteen months. I succeeded on this final test and was named a full Pathfinder. I was informed that a ship was leaving shortly out of the port here and heading to the Mwangi Expanse, a land that may hold secrets that may lead me to the Obelisk. I have taken to writing this journal with the help of a gnome, Gelik Aberwhinge, who got on board with me in Magnimar and we have had quite some time together on this months long journey. I currently stare out of the sea and wait for what is next...
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STR 14, DEX 18, CON 14, INT 10, WIS 14, CHA 14 [/sblock]
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General - Armor Expert - Auron spent much of his life wearing the traditional hide armor of his people.
Campaign - Boarded in Varisia - seems pretty self-explanatory.
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