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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 106320" data-attributes="member: 2511">Running Wolf Real Name: Tantoha-eyaka (Pronounced Tan-To-Ha-Eah-Ka)F Human Shaman 2  HD (2d6); VP/WP (10/10); Init +2 (+2 Dex, +0 Misc); Spd Walk 40' (Due to Favor of the Wolf); AC 12 (flatfooted 10, touch 12), AL: NG; Sv: Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +5; Chips 1; Str 10, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 12SkillsConcentration +6 (4/+2), Handle Animal +4 (3/+1), Indian Sign Language +4 (1/+3), Knowledge (Indian Lore) +6(4/+2), Ritual +8 (5/+3), Heal +7 (4/+3), Sense Motive +7 (4/+3), Wilderness Lore +7 (4/+3), Tale Tellin’ +3 (2/+1)FeatsArmor Proficiency (Light), Expert Healin', Point Blank Shot (Bow), Simple Weapon Proficiency  PossessionsArrows, 20 ($1),  Shortbow ($30), Bedroll ($4, 10 lb), Backpack ($2, 3 lb), Canteen ($1, 5 lb), Buffalo meat, cured ($.30, 2 lb), Tomahawk ($3, 4 lb)* All items are handmade, most from buffalo hideTotal spent: $41.30 ($8.70 remaining)Total weight: 24 lb.Combat* Shortbow +4 (+1 BAB, +2 Dex, +1 Feat)1d6+1 20/x3 (Range 60)* Tomahawk +1 (+1 BAB)1d6 20/x2 Class Abilities* Guardian Spirit (Wolf) - When wearing light or no armor and not carrying a heavy load, Running Wolf has a base move of 40.* Nature Sense - May identify normal plants and animals with complete accuracy.Shaman Spells Level 0 - Compass, Detect PoisonLevel 1 - Animal Friendship, Cure Light Wounds, Entangle, Magic FangAppearance 5’ 7”, 100 lb, brownish-red skin, thin but well-muscled.  Age: approx 22-23 years (actual age 19).BackgroundYou think you own the land, eh?There are many who do.  Not just the whites.  There are many of my own people who have forgotten the Old Ways, and think that they are the masters of the land.  They will learn.  These days, the land ends up owning you.I am from the great Sioux Nation, and the name I was given is Running Wolf.  I am honored with the name of my grandfather, who was a powerful shaman among my people.  His wisdom was great, but some say that his hatred of the white man blinded him.  He left my people to seek his own way - but never returned.  I hope that he found his peace.  But it is said that I have his gift for speaking with the spirits.  I was marked even as a child to become a shaman, despite the fact I was a girl.  Things change when ill winds blow.But I was a willful child, and I fought against it.  I wanted to ride with the braves and protect our people, but I was forbidden.  My gift should not go to waste, they said.  So when I was 10 I left my people with little more than my clothes and my bow, and have traveled these lands ever since.I said I was willful, no?It was during my journey that I found an abandoned medicine lodge, far away from any city.  It suited me.  I was more Lone Wolf than Running Wolf back then.  I made my peace with the spirits of the lodge, and I thought the offerings I gave them would be enough.  But in my first night there I found that not all of the spirits were happy with me.  Men came for me, out of the darkness.  Men who should have been long in the grave, but their corrupted spirits were not at rest.  They came for me with claws and teeth, seeking not just my flesh but my very spirit.  I fought like any brave of my tribe would, but they were too many.  My arrows hurt them little, and the spirits that are my allies were too few.  I made ready to die there.But then one of you... a white man... came out of the darkness as well.  He was a holy man, this much was obvious.  I thought perhaps I even saw a flicker of light about him as he drove back the undead.  I do not know.  All I know is that he pulled me on top of his horse and we fled.  He saved me, though he did not know me.  I swore a blood oath to him that night.  His name was O'Donnell.I spent some time with him in the land you call Montana.  I learned your tongue, and he learned mine.  I left him and the city, for wolves never hunt too long in one place.  But I left behind a good friend.Now I come back to fulfill my blood oath made long ago.  Though my horse pulled up lame in my effort to get here, I came.  Though I felt a darkness in his letter to me, I came.A wind blows this way, friends.  And I think that dark spirits ride upon it.<img src="http://timcraft.freezope.org/RunningWolf" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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