OK Rhun,
Here is the outline of my character. I will add background a bit later once a few other things are sewn up, but this will let you start examining the stat side at least.
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Male | Human | Lvl 6 Psy War
XP Total 3,000
Size: Medium
Init: +0
Senses: Listen +2, Spot +2
Languages: Common
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AC: +23 Touch: +12 Flatfooted +23
(+0 Dex, + 11 armor, +1*Feat, +1 Ring)
Typical AC adjustments: +27 Force Screen
HP: 66 (6d8, + 12CON bonus + 16 Psionic Body)
Immunities: N/A
FORT: +8, REFL: +3, WILL: +5
Special Save conditions:
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Speed: 20 feet
Melee: Greatsword +9 (+10*) 2d6+7 (2d6+7+1d6*†) (2d6+7+2d6‡) 19-20x2
Melee: Heavy Flail +9 (+10*) 1d10+6 (1d10+6+1d6*†) (1d10+6+2d6‡) 19-20x2
Ranged: Longbow +4 (+5*) 1d8+4 20x3
BAB: +4(+5*) Grapple: +8 (+9*)
Powerpoints: +27 (+11 from class, +6 Stat bonus, +10 from feats)
Class Powers Known: (ML: 6)
2nd level: Dissolving Weapon
1st level: Biofeedback, Expansion, Force Screen, Hammer, Vigor
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Ability Scores: STR: 18, DEX: 10, CON: 14, INT: 10, WIS: 15, CHA: 9
Special Characteristics:
Class Abilities and level:
PsyWar Powers
Feats:
Aggressive Combat Instinct*, Defensive Combat Instinct*, Psionic Body, Psionic Talent, Improved Psionic Talent, Bodily Reservoir, Psionic Weapon, Metapsychic Weapon
Skills:
Autohypnosis: +13 total (+9 ranks, +2 ability modifier+ 2 synergy).
Climb: +6 total (+2 ranks, +4 ability modifier)
Concentration: +11 total (+9 ranks, +2 ability modifier).
Jump: +6 total ( +2 ranks, +4 ability modifier)
Listen +2 total (+0 ranks, +2 ability modifier).
Ride +4 total (+3 ranks, + 1 ability modifier).
Spot: +2 total (+0 ranks, + 2 ability modifier).
Swim: +6 total (+2 ranks, +4 ability modifier).
Possessions: Koradian Full Plate +2 (6,150 sp), Greatsword +1 (2,350 sp), Cloak of Resistance +1 (1,000 sp), Ring of Protection +1 (2,000 sp), MW Comp Long Bow (+4 Str) (800 sp), MW Heavy Flail, Dagger x2, . Backpack, Quiver w/20 arrows, water skin, explorer's outift x2, 50 ft. rope, 6 pints of oil, flint and steel, lantern, 10 sunrods. Emerald worth 100 sp. Opal worth 75 sp. Amythest worth 50 sp. Garnet worth 40 sp.
71 sp
*When Psionically Focused
† When Full Attacking
‡ When Expending Psionic Focus
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Background
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Appearance: Kyranvik is a large, muscular man. His brown hair is cut short above a weathered face. Kyranvik is introspective, and stoic. He can appear cold for this reason. But those who know him well, know that he is merely observing the world around him.
Background: Kyranvik was born in the far eastern province of Kafirika. The son of a well to do merchant in the city of Linak, Kyrnavik was born into a comfortable life. He was educated though he did not enjoy learning from books. He would rather run and wrestle with the other boys. Kyranvik also showed little interest in his father’s business or business in general. He was a large boy and quite active so, on his fifteenth birthday he headed down with other boys of his age to try out for the city guard. He was seen to have a physical gift and was soon training with weapons with other young men who wished to join the guard. After a year of training the recruits were nearly ready to start their stints as guards. Then one day they lined all the boys up in the training field. A wizened old man came into view, followed by a large man in plate armor. The man in the armor had a martial bearing that even the city guards did not have. He addressed the boys. “This is The Archmaster Ygg. He will inspect you to determine if any of you have the gift of Dalhkan” Kyranvik had heard of Dahlkan, it was a supposedly ancient art of using your mind to do things, fight better, know things. But it was a whispered legacy of an ancient warrior. No one he knew had ever had the gift of Dahlkan. Yet here was this old man, walking down the line, staring at each boy. He pulled a few out of line, but not many. When Ygg got to him, Kyranvik felt like he was staring through him, around him. But as he did so, Kyranik felt a stirring in his mind, an awakening, things seemed possible and for a brief moment he saw a powerful glowing aura around the old man. Archmaster Ygg smiled then and pulled him out of line. Kyranvik was taken with the other boys out to a castle far in the woods. There he continued his training in weapons, but the real training was on Dalhkan. Through the training there Kyranvik learned to use his mind to affect the world around him. He was trained to be part of an elite fighting force that served the king, as they had for centuries. He became an efficient fighter using the powers of Dahlkan to aid his fighting.
Kyranvik became a very apt pupil and excelled in his training. He was destined to be a great member of the Royal Servants of Dalhkan. But, something else had awoken inside Kryanvik as well, a desire to see the world. So after a few years of serving the king, he asked to resign his post. Kyranvik spent the next few years wandering around. He had a strong sense of justice and often made some money by acting as a bounty hunter, bringing criminals in for trial. Thus he came one day to a village named Rustgurt. There the mayor found him in a tavern, and noticing the plate armor took him for a fighting man. He approached Kyranvik telling him about an evil witch who lived out in the forest. This witch was plaguing the village. The mayor explained that she was causing milk to turn sour, her evil birds were stealing money from the town and she had even stolen a child to raise in her evil ways. Horrified, Kyranvik set out to find this witch and bring her to justice.
So Kyranvik followed the path to find the witch the whole village was afraid of. He soon found her small cottage in a small clearing deep in the woods. He called upon his own powers of Dahlkan to fortify himself as he strode up to the door and banged on it with the hilt of his sword. A startled cry met his ears and the door opened. Kyranvik was taken aback. For before him was no wizened crone, but a stunningly beautiful woman. Kyranvik shook himself telling himself it was some fell spell that rendered her so young in order to trick him. “Are you Esmerelda the witch who has been inflicting your evil spells upon the good village of Rustgurt?” he demanded at last. Esmerelda cocked her hips as she stared at this man. “Oh and who told you that hmmm sword boy? The mayor I suppose?” she answered. Kyranvik was ready for a denial, or pleading, but not this. More clever trickery from this foul woman. “Surrender witch! And be brought to justice!” he cried. Whereupon Esmerelda slammed the door in his face.
This was tantamount to a challenge and a she had not answered the charges. Kyranvik kicked open the door. “Witch, I demand your surrender!” he shouted. “Why of course” she replied with a sweet smile as she reached out to take his hand. Suddenly Kyranvik felt the anger leave him. He looked about the little cottage and decided she wasn’t a witch and he apologized. He made his way back to the village in high spirits. He found the mayor and told him the woman was no threat to the village as she was not a witch. The mayor started shouting at Kyranvik “You fool, she has bewitched you! Brought you under her foul spells.” Kyranvik was ashamed and outraged. He stalked off to the woods determined to bring the witch back with him.
He approached the cottage and broke the door down without warning this time. But the wtich was not inside. Searching for her he emerged to find her in the woods as she betwitched the plants around him to snare him, holding him down. “Ha, so you dared come back? And why do you seek me armored man?” Kyranvik struggled against the vines holding him in place. He summoned the power of Dhalkan as he focused him mind as his body grew in size and he tore through the restraining vines.
Esmerelda conjured up a spell as storm clouds swirled overhead. She called down a bolt of lightning that struck Kyranvik square in the chest. He grimaced in pain but continued to tear through vines to get to her. “You picked the wrong woman to harass today sword boy”
Kyranvik tore through the last vines as he charged towards her. “My name is Kyranvik Vondestrok and I have not traveled from Kafirika to fall to the witchcraft of you” he cried out as he swung his sword at her. Esmerlda nimbly dodged the blow and called down another bolt of lightning to strike Kyranvik, hitting him in the leg. The warrior was looking bad. Suddenly she stood stock still for a moment, a wave a realization coming over her. As Kyranvik mustered himself to attack again she dropped her hands, the cloud over head dissipated in a gust of wind and she said quietly “Then I surrender to you Kyranvik Vondestrok of eastern Kafirika.”
Kyranvik stood puzzled at this sudden change expecting some form of trickery. But Esmerleda offered no tricks, nor resistance as he tied her hands and lead her back to the village.
The previous week, Esmerelda had been doing a tarot reading for herself. The cards came up High Priestess, The Sun, The Star, The Knight of Swords, Judgement, The Lovers. This was a very confusing reading for Esmerelda. And she left it on the table for two days. But from the position she knew the High Priestess was herself. The Knight of Swords represented violence ahead. The Sun meant the east. She was not sure what the star represented. Judgement was obvious, since she put up with that fool of a mayor and his supposed judgements against her. The Lovers was interesting. Never had that card come up for her personally before. And that made her curious. So when the man with the sword showed up, in the back of her mind she thought of the tarot reading and supposed this was the Knight of Swords. But she was a little more focused on getting rid of him. Once he left, she went back to that reading, looking at it once more. The Star and the Lovers. What did that mean if he was the Knight of Swords? She wondered to herself. She heard him approaching the second time and snuck around the cottage to gain the advantage on him. But once he said his name, a thunderclap went off onside her head. He was from the east, The Sun card. His name, the ending of –vik meant star. HE was the star from the east, the Knight of Swords. He had come to bring her to Judgement. But did that mean the Lovers card meant him as well? These thoughts went through her mind in a heartbeat. Her fortune had again come true, though it had taken her a while to understand it. But once she did, she surrendered. You could tempt Fate, but you could not hide from it.
On the long walk back though she did try to talk to him find out why he had come. When she found out the mayor had ordered this, she tried to explain the mayor was corrupt, stealing from his own people, using her as a scapegoat. That he was an evil man and she tried to help the poor people who lived in the woods, farmers, woodcutter and hunters. She offered no resistance to being led, just talking to this man. Trying to tell him the truth that it was not she who was lying to him. Kyranvik made no attempt to silence the witch but neither was he swayed by her words.
Kyranvik presented the downcast Esmerelda to the gleeful mayor who declared that there would be a trial at once and if she was found guilt she would be burned at the stake. Kyranvik collected his reward and moved on. For some reason he was bothered by Esmerelda’s surrender. It was so sudden and she was certainly giving him all he could take. And her words about the mayor bothered him as well. He was thinking on these things as he walked out of town. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going when he came across a familiar clearing with a cottage. He was at the witch’s cottage. There he saw an old woman sitting on the bench next to the door. He approached her. “Are you waiting for the woman who lives here?” he asked. “Yes. My granddaughter is sick and Esmerelda always makes the best potions to cure what ever ails us. She cured my son when he had the pox fever five winters ago as well.” The old lady sighed “I don’t know what we forest folk would do without her”
Now Kyranvik was really confused and sat down beside the old woman. “So tell me what else this woman who lives here does?” he asked. The old woman smiled. “Well she helps us find roots and berries to eat when times are lean. Like when that crooked mayor raises his taxes every so often. And you know what we get for those taxes? Nothing, but he seems to always have some new coach or horse. But Esmerelda is always here to help us. And she never asks for anything in return. I brought her a chicken as payment, but I will have to make her take it” the old woman added with a smile and a wink.
Kyranvik placed his head in his hands. He had been duped by the mayor. And that beautiful woman was to be burned at the stake. What made matter worse was that it seemed she really helped people. Kyranvik was still confused as to why she surrendered, if he was innocent he would fight back. But if she fought back he would have thought her guilty. Still he knew what had to be done. “Esmerelda is not here right now Grandmother, but look for her tomorrow.” He said reassuringly. Kyranvik then got up and headed back into town. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he knew what had to be done.
Kyranvik got back into town just in time to see the “trial” let out, with an obvious guilty verdict. The pyre was already built in the town square, the stake at the middle. The mayor was leading Esmerelda out in chains, a giant smile on his face. Kyranvik had an idea, these were superstitious people in this village, and not too bright if they believed the mayor. Maybe he could capitalize on that.
Kyranvik hid behind a building as the execution began. The mayor made some long speech about how now the evil would be lifted from their village and prosperity would return. Kyranvik rolled his eyes. He waited though until the fire had started. Then using Dahlkan he made himself large again, the size of an orge as he strode out into the crowd in his full plate, his sword out. The crowd gasped and parted for him as he walked up to the burning pyre. He walked straight into the fire as the crowd screamed. It wasn’t as bad as it looked, the outside was burning, but the interior was just starting to smoulder. Kyranvik focused his mind and ignored the pain. He cut the bindings on Esmerelda and picked her up in his arms. He stood there in the pyre, a giant, the fire burning all around him seemingly unhurt. He addressed the villagers in a loud voice. “I have come to right the wrongs of the village. This woman is innocent of the charges the mayor has brought against her. He is deceiving you. He is stealing from you and he blames this poor woman for your troubles, when in truth all the troubles of this village arise from him.” The villagers were in shock. Here before them seemed some all powerful being who was 10 feet tall and was impervious to fire. His words carried the weight of supernatural authority to these people. Kyranvik seemed to touch on some unspoken discontent and suspicions as the crowd began to murmur and the noise grew louder as the crowd grew restless. Esmerelda grabbed onto Kyranvik’s neck tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. The smoke and the heat were terrible and she had no idea how this man could stand there in the fire and not be bothered by it. She was glad he had come, she was begining to doubt her trust in the tarot, but obviously, her prophecy was correct. As the crowd surged towards the mayor who tried in vain to clam them down, Kyranvik stepped out of the fire and strode back into the forest. Once safely in the forest Esmerelda brought her head up and breathed fresh clean air but kept her arms around his neck. “Not bad sword boy.” She said. Kyranvik grinned. “It’s what I do.” He replied. Looking down she saw that his boots were still smoking and his leg greaves were dark with smoke. “How did you do that anyway? And why did you come back? You didn’t seem to believe me before”. Kyranvik thought for a moment. “Well, I had a talk with one of your patients in the forest who helped convince me that your were not the person I had been told you were. Though, I still can’t figure out why you surrendered to me.” Esmerelda smiled to herself and laid her head on his shoulder.
Kyranvik stayed with Esmerelda for several weeks after that. She was still sick from the smoke and needed help. And she refused to rest as a steady stream of those who depended on her came by to ask for potions and healing, but also to check on her after they heard what had happened. Kyranvik chopped wood and carried things for people and helped out as he could. The village had lynched the mayor and tossed him onto the pyre of his own making, and so some village people were now coming into the forest as well. Kyranvik after a while told Esmerelda he was moving on, that she was healed up and he had atoned for his mistake. Esmerelda smiled at him “I know Ky, that is why I am coming with you”. Kyranvik was taken aback “What? But what about all these people here who need you?” he asked. “Oh I know and that is why my sister is coming to take my place here and look after these people. Our fate lies together Ky, I know this.” She said with a mysterious smile and a firm set to her face.
Kyranivk had learned in the past few weeks to not argue with Esmerelda when she had that look and especially not to argue about tarot or fate. He had seen her do her tarot cards with chilling accuracy over the past few weeks. But then again, Esmerelda was a stunningly beautiful woman and he had grown quite fond of her the last few weeks and the company, especially of a beautiful woman, would be welcome.
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