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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 3152677" data-attributes="member: 4441">Lia NailoFemale elf ranger 5Alignment: Lawful GoodDeity: Corellon LarethianHeight: 4' 9''Weight: 96lbsHair: BlondeEyes: GreenAge: 136Str: 11 (+0) [3 points]  Dex: 17 (+3) [6 points, +2 racial, +1 level]Con: 10 (+0) [4 points, -2 racial] Int: 14 (+2) [6 points]  Wis: 14 (+2) [6 points]Cha: 8 (-1) [0 points]  Class and Racial Abilities:  +2 Dex, -2 Con, immune to  sleep spells and effects, +2 to saves versus enchantments, low-light vision, proficient with longsword, rapier, longbow, and shortbow, +2 bonus to Listen, Search, and Spot checks, can make a Search check just for passing within 5 ft. of a secret door.  Favored enemy (undead +4, vermin +2), Track, wild empathy (+8), archery combat style (Rapid Shot and Manyshot), animal companion, divine spells, proficient in all simple and martial weapons, light armor, and shields (excluding tower shields).  Hit Dice: 5d8HP: 24AC: 18 (+3 Dex, +5 armor) [Touch 13, flat-footed 15]Init: +3 (+3 Dex)Speed: 30ft Saves:Fortitude +4 [+4 base, +0 Con]Reflex +7 [+4 base, +3 Dex]Will +3 [+1 base, +2 Wis]BAB/Grapple: +5/+5Melee Atk: +9 (1d8/19-20/x2/S, MW longbow)   Ranged Atk: +9 (1d8+1/x3/100 ft./P, +1 longbow)Ranged Rapid Shot or Manyshot Atk: (2 arrows) +7 (1d8+1/x3/100 ft./P, +1 longbow)Ranged Rapid Manyshot Atk: (four arrows) +5 (1d8+1/x3/100 ft./P, +1 longbow)Skills:Heal +10 [8 ranks, +2 Wis]Hide +11 [8 ranks, +3 Dex]Knowledge (religion) +6 [8 cc ranks, +2 Int]Listen +10 [8 ranks, +2 Wis]Move Silently +11 [8 rank, +3 Dex]Search +10 [8 ranks, +2 Int]Spot +10 [8 ranks, +2 Wis]Survival +10 [8 ranks, +2 Wis]Feats:Track (ranger bonus 1st level)Unquenchable Flame of Life [LM] (1st level) [+4 on saves vs. extraordinary or supernatural abilities of undead due to favored enemy bonus]Rapid Shot (ranger combat style bonus 2nd level)Point Blank Shot (3rd level)Precise Shot (6th level)Manyshot (ranger improved combat style bonus 6th level)Languages:  Common, Elven, Draconic, GoblinSpells Per DaySave DC +2       1st - cure light wounds x2.Equipment:+1 Mithral chain shirt – 2,100gp+1 longbow – 2,318gpQuiver of Ehlonna – 1,800gpWand of cure light wounds – 750gpMW longsword – 315gp2 daggers – 4gpTraveler’s outfit (Free)Cloak of resistance +1 – 1,000gpBackpack - 2gpEverburning torch – 110gpMilitary saddle – 20gpLight warhorse – 150gpBit and bridle – 2gpSaddlebags – 4gpBedroll - 5spWaterskin - 1gp50 ft. silk rope - 10gpTrail rations (20 days worth) - 10gpBelt pouch - 1gpCold weather outfit - 8gp2 potions of cure light wounds – 100gp2 potions of protection from evil – 100gp2 potions of shield of faith +2 – 100gp1 potion of remove fear – 50gpMoney44gp, 5spSikilar, hawk animal companion:  Tiny animal; HD 1d8: hp 8; Init +3; Spd 10 ft., fly 60 ft. (average); AC 17 (+2 size, +3 Dex, +2 natural), touch 15, flat-footed 14; Base Atk +0; Grp -10; Atk: talons +5 melee (1d2-2); full Atk: talons +5 melee (1d2-2); Space/Reach 2 ½ ft./0 ft.; SQ low-light vision, link, share spells; AL NG; SV Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +2; Str 6, Dex 17, Con 10, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 6.Skills and Feats: Listen +2, Spot +14; Weapon Finesse.Tricks Known:  Come, Fetch, Defend, Attack, Down, Guard, Warn~~~~~Appearance:  Lia is slender and petite elf with a braid of golden-blonde hair wound around her head.  Her emerald green eyes are large and bright, and her skin shows both the bronze of the sun and the pink of eager and passionate nature.Personality:  Lia is a fiery and enthusiastic young woman, for an elf.  Compared to a human, she still has the incredible patience of her kind, but she shows lightning-like flashes of anger and even rage when certain things set her off.  She seems to regard undead as a personal affront to the world at large.Outside of those dark situations, she is generally cheerful, if dedicated.  While she does like to sing and dance when the mood takes her, she will always delay such pleasures until duty is done.  Background:  The first thing I recall is blackness, darkness such as I had never seen.  I came to honor my great-great-great-grandmother’s shade at the willow tree planted at her grave.  It was the farthest out from our village, a guardian of our borders, and a sacred place of great beauty.  I wanted to meditate there, to seek a vision of my future.  I was young, very young, just barely out of my second decade, but confidant that I knew how to avoid the dangerous things in the woods.I waited and prayed at the willow, and soon a beam of sunlight shone upon it, revealing a hollow inside.  Delighted at discovering a secret, I entered without fear.  I never knew how long I stayed; the green light from inside was beautiful, it must have been hours.  I awoke to horrible blackness; such as I had never seen in my life.  Not just night, but darkness without a hint of moon or fire, magelight or candlelight, with not a breath of wind or a single forest sound.  And cold, colder than I have ever imagined being.  Fear rose within me, but I tried to concentrate on the feel of the forest, the faces of my parents, my older brother’s smile on the day of his wedding…  Slowly the fear ebbed and I opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them.  Now light flooded the tree, one an eerie cool greenish-white glow, the color of rot and unhealthy things.  It was being shed by the faint form of an elf woman, her face twisted by hate, her flesh rotting and her bones protruding.  The other light, a healthier golden glow, was coming from me, I realized with a start.  The Other looked at me, its translucent face inches from mine.  No breath issued from its lips, and it belatedly came to me that this was a creature of undeath, a groaning spirit, a banshee.  I screamed in its face, as much from startlement as anything else, and the spirit’s lips split in an ugly grin.  Then it screamed back at me.  Such a sound I had never heard, it seemed to crush my mind and spirit; willing me to die and die horribly.I don’t know what possessed me, but I screamed back at it, far too stubborn to leave a world of light and sunshine for this creature’s cold grave.  Light seemed to fill the tree, brighter and brighter, while the screams became louder and louder, until golden light suddenly flooded my eyes.  When I could see again, the tree was once again a tree, and faint moonlight spilled inside it.  I rose shakily, and spent the night in the clear moonlight, far too wobbly to move. When the sun rose, I could see what had caused the banshee to appear.  In the highest branches hung the body of an elf maiden.  Apparently despondent over something she had hung herself from my grandmother’s spirit tree.  I turned to the tree itself and placed my hand on the ground before it.  Here I made a vow, to fight against those restless spirits that prowl the night, to help keep the light bright and pure for all those who live in it, and to rid the world of darkness.</blockquote>

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