Kiera Solstrom - Radiant Servant of Pelor
Kiera Solstrom
Female Human Cleric of Pelor 6/Radiant Servant of Pelor 1
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: 5 ft. 6 inches
Weight: 128 lbs.
Hair: Golden
Eyes: Golden
Skin: Deeply tanned
Age: 19
Str: 12 (+1) [4 points]
Dex: 12 (+1) [4 points]
Con: 12 (+1) [4 points]
Int: 12 (+1) [4 points]
Wis: 18 (+4) [13 points, +1 lvl]
Cha: 14 (+2) [6 points]
Racial Abilities: bonus feat, 4 sp at 1st level, +1 sp per level
Class Abilities: Glory domain (+2 on turning checks, +1d6 on turning damage), Sun domain (greater turning, 1/day), Turn undead (9/day, check 1d20+2+2+2 *1.5, damage 3d6+7+2 *1.5), Spontaneously cast healing spells, Aura of good; Radiance, Extra greater turning (3+2/day), Turn undead
Hit Dice: 6d8+1d6+14
HP: 41
AC: 21 (+1 Dex, +8 Armor, +2 Shield), flatfooted 20, touch 11
Init: +1 [+1 Dex]
Speed: 30 ft
Armor Check Penalty: -8
Saves:
Fort +8 [+7 base, +1 Con]
Refl +3 [+2 base, +1 Dex]
Will +11 [+7 base, +4 Wis]
BAB: +4
+1 alchemical silver heavy mace +6 melee (1d8+1, x2, bludgeoning)
gauntlet +5 melee (1d3+1, x2, bludgeoning)
dagger +5 melee (1d4+1, 19-20/x2, piercing)
light crossbow +5 ranged (1d8, 19-20/x2, piercing)
Skills (40sp +10 bonus, max ranks 10/5):
Heal +13 [9 ranks, +4 wis]
Concentration +10 [9 ranks, +1 con]
Knowledge (religion) +10 [9 ranks, +1 int]
Knowledge (arcana) +2 [1 ranks, +1 int]
Knowledge (planes) +2 [1 ranks, +1 int]
Knowledge (the Forge) +14 [10 ranks, +4 wis]
Spellcraft +4 [3 ranks, +1 int]
Diplomacy +4 [2 ranks, +2 cha]
Sense Motive +6 [2 rank, +4 wis]
Profession (herbalist) +8 [4 ranks, +4 wis]
Survival +4 [0 ranks, +4 wis]
Spot +4 [0 ranks, +4 wis]
Listen +4 [0 ranks, +4 wis]
Feats:
Extra Turning (1st level) (+3 turn attempts per day)
Augment Healing (human) (+2 pnts/spell lvl healed (Healing) spells)
Disciple of the Sun (3rd level) (spend extra turn attempt to destroy undead)
Initiate of Pelor (6th level) (spontaneously cast [light] spells)
Empower Turning (greater holy symbol) (multiply turning check & damage by 1.5)
Languages: Common, Celestial.
Equipment: greater holy symbol (5040gp), masterwork full plate (1700gp) (continual light cast upon the emblazoned sun, 40 ft/80 ft illumination, lvl 4), masterwork chain shirt (250gp), masterwork heavy steel shield (170gp), +1 alchemical silver heavy mace (2392), light crossbow (35gp), 20 bolts (2gp), dagger (2gp), courtiers outfit (30gp), jewelry (50gp), explorers outfit, backpack (2gp), bedroll (1sp), 10 candles (1sp), 2 vials of ink (16gp), 3 inkpens (3sp), scrollcase (1gp), 20 sheets of paper (8gp), flint and steel (1gp), 6 days trail rations (3gp), 2 waterskins (2gp), soap (5sp), 2 vials of holy water, spell component pouch (5gp), silver dust (50gp), diamond dust (100gp), mule (8gp), pack saddle (15gp), 67gp 0sp 0cp
Spells per Day (6/5+1/4+1/3+1/2+1)
Commonly Memorized:
0th Level: Detect Magic, Read Magic, Purify Food and Drink, Detect Poison, Create Water x2
1st Level: Protection from Evil, Sanctuary, Bless, Deathwatch, Remove Fear, Endure Elements (d)
2nd Level: Hold Person, Lesser Restoration, Consecrate, Elation, Heat Metal (d)
3rd Level: Create Food and Water, Dispel Magic, Remove Disease, Searing Light (d)
4th Level: Restoration, Neutralize Poison, Holy Smite (d)
Appearance: With deeply tanned skin, Kiera's radiant golden hair and burning golden eyes echo the sun with which she is so closely attuned. When relaxing she often wears a simple and slightly revealing dress of mahogany, however her travels rarely allow time for such simple pleasures. Often wearing a suit of gilded full plate emblazoned with a blazing sun (literally) or a more functional explorers outfit, she carries with her only what she needs. A studded mace of tarnished silver rests at her hip, worn from an age of use.
Personality: Kiera is forceful in her presence, demanding a great deal of herself, and knowing that often others will rarely meet the demands she would place on herself. She is deeply spiritual, waking early to meet the morning rays as they spread across the land. Her voice is often soft-spoken, reserved and left only for the moments when it is most needed, however it can quickly raise from a kind reminder to a waking explosion. Her one vice is that she can be too mothering of others, reminding them against unwise courses of action, as well as deciding affairs for others without always consulting them. She feels that sharp lessons are sometimes appropriate when they can teach and correct. Additionally, her trust in wizards and sorcerers to think of others before themselves is lacking, and so she can be quite grating in their company, and she has no patience for those who dabble in the darker sides of necromantic magic.
Background: Kiera grew up in a small farming village far to the south. Her parents were both farmers, however the felt that their child would indeed be more than her meager beginnings. For this reason they pursued the villages wise woman to teach her the ways of healing, as well as tending to the affairs of the people. Till she was ten Kiera grew up under the tutelage of the wise woman, learning quiet restraint and discipline, however she found that the affairs of the village kept the wise woman from pursuing other affairs she would prefer, finding her responsibility too important to abandon.
Her education under the wise woman would have continued until her sixteenth birthday if a war had not broken out in the lands of the south. Powerful wizards had come to terms and soon great armies rolled across the land, fighting and razing towns. The people began to feel the toll, crops were dying, refugees were rampant throughout the surviving towns. When one of the wizards had suffered a great defeat, the people hoped for the war to end, but the wizard sought darker means to retaliate and created legions of undead from his fallen soldiers. The undead soldiers spared no mercy in their retaliation, slaughtering any before them. When they fell upon the small farming village the farmers were too panicked to get away or mount any sort of feeble defense.
Burned into her memory is the image of her parents forcing her into the cupboard as they came, and she remembers the horrible screams of her parents and her older brother as the undead soldiers entered her home. She can still feel the cold that numbed her fingers and taste the acrid stench of death they brought with them. As the deathless slew those close to her she screamed, and they turned upon the unassuming cupboard and drew near. She heard their claws scratch at the boards, her breathing slowed and she felt the warmth of the sun well up inside of her. Her vision was full of light and she slipped into unconsciousness. When she awoke she lay in a field far outside of her village, a single ray of sunlight beating down upon her. Clouds of choking smoke rose up around the ray of light but did not obscure it.
She rose slowly to a sitting position and gazed out in the direction of her village, but all she saw was that acrid smoke and all she felt was sorrow.
She walked for days until she came upon another town, one more pile of smoking memories and horrible ashes. A older man sat in the center of the town, weeping sadly. He was clad in the white and gold robes of a priest and a golden sun hung from his neck. As she approached, her clothes tattered and scarred by fire, her face by unspeakable things, he rose his head and looked to her, his grip on a studded mace of tarnished silver loosened and it clattered to the ground. With a joyous cry he wrapped her in a hug and rose his head to the sky, for the clouds of smoke had split as she passed, a ray of sunshine lit her golden hair like a halo.
The old priests name was Nitan Orao, a devoted servant of Pelor, he had come to the village too late, his powers had returned many of the undead to their former rest, but the villagers were already dead. In every town he had been too late and found no one, until he found Kiera. A sign from Pelor himself he said, a blessing he said, a miracle. He brought up the young Kiera as he traveled, raised her as the daughter he had lost to disease before he joined the priesthood. Upon the priests deathbed, his last wish brought her into the fold of the priesthood proper. She was seventeen. Two years have passed and she has seen a great deal, traveling like the old priest once did, a wandering light in the darkness.
Other Player Knowledge: Other players would know almost nothing of what occurred prior to her joining the priesthood and traveling on her own. There would have been rumors of a terrible past she won't speak of if they had asked around in the clergy, but even then nothing specific. Appropriate titles that others have used not in her presence would be "The Spared One" or "The Spared Blessing". She refers to herself without title, at most describing herself as a humble servant of His Radiance.
Spontaneously Available Spells:
0th level: Light (PHB), Cure Minor Wounds (PHB)
1st level: Lantern Light (BoED), Nimbus of Light (CD), Cure Light Wounds (PHB)
2nd level: Cure Moderate Wounds (PHB)
3rd level: Sunrise (PGtF), Continual Flame (PHB), Daylight (PHB), Searing Light (PHB), Cure Serious Wounds (PHB)
4th level: Celestial Brilliance (BoED), Nchaser’s Glowing Orbs (PGtF), Cure Critical Wounds (PHB)
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5th level: Curtain of Light (BoED), Mass Cure Light Wounds (PHB)
6th level: Crown of Brilliance (BoED), Mass Cure Moderate Wounds (PHB)
7th level: Sunbeam (PHB), Mass Cure Serious Wounds (PHB)
8th level: Sunburst (PHB), Mass Cure Critical Wounds (PHB)
9th level:
