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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 59346" data-attributes="member: 552">Here's my balls...Boy, you guys have 300 level characters and all you added was AC, HD, and Spells? Why waste the time?Sanctus Punitor (In Latin: Holy Avenger), male elf (high) Pal10/Rgr10:  CR 20; Size M (4 ft., 11 in. tall); HD 10d10 + 10d10; hp 113; Init +6 (+6 Dex); Spd 30 ft.; AC 16 (+6 Dex); Attack +25/+20/+15/+10 melee, or +26/+21/+16/+11 ranged; SV Fort +18, Ref +16, Will +12; AL LG; Str 20, Dex 22, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 15, Cha 18.Languages Spoken:  Common, Elven, Orc.Skills and feats:  Climb +13, Concentration +12, Craft +12, Handle animal +15, Hide +6, Knowledge (religion) +11.5, Listen +10, Move silently +13, Ride +17, Search +3, Spot +17, Wilderness lore +7; Alertness, Blind-fight, Endurance, Extra turning, Leadership, Run, Skill focus (climb), [Track].Possessions:  220,000 gp  in gear.Paladin Spells Per Day:  2/2.Ranger Spells Per Day:  2/2."I was born in the Gnarley Forest. My name at that time was Posterus Maligo-are (Future Contrive Evil). I was the son of a ranger and a commoner. My father was one of the elders of the Gnarley Forest when it came to passing that I, too, would become a ranger. I trained under the venerable Audax Miles (bold soldier). He was a man far beyond my father in skill, and was a powerful druid. He taught me how to fashion bows and weapons from the forest. He taught me how to find food in the wilds and make use of the lichens on the ground to create a primative narcotic that would slow the nerves of an opponent by simply mixing it with their food. When my mentor had taught me all he could, I began my search for purveyor of the mosfungus poison that had slowly killed my father. Mosfungus poison does no harm to a person in small doses, but taken over a lengthened period it kills someone in a way similar to a cold or other mild disease. The only significant trace of its existance is that after the corpse is burried, the mosfungus lichens grow there. Also called corpsegrass, it is symbolic of the end of a families life. The fact that my father died by it should have meant my families death, and to this day I still have the sickening curse that I myself have left no heir...""I earned my current title, the Holy Avenger Sanctus Punitor when I pursued and slayed my fathers assailant. Her name was Venenifer Venustas (Poisonous Lovely) the Lady. She was a High Elf woman raised by a Drow Priestess. She was an adolescent assassin when she killed my father. She was always spiteful of her race, believing that the Drow were fully superior and that she did not deserve life. She crept into my home, she crept into the people, and she turned us on ourselves. I was the first to truely discover her purpose through a trick of words and a fatal affair. When she revealed that she had poisoned me the same way she did my father I struck down her and her un-born child. That was my child. It was then that I left my people, and took my new name. In the eyes of them they honored me for making a sacrifice most men faint to have been forced to consider. They gave me the title Sanctus Punitor.""I earned my sword when I returned to my people. I had been a paladin for the fifty years I was away. I rode in and out of conflict with the forsaken evils of the area. I met a man named Sapiens (wise) the Loremaster. He told me that I was meant to kill myself during those days when I took my mate and son's lives together. He told me that when I didn't I changed the fate that some evil deity had been plotting for me. I was meant to be the Creatura Novus (servant revived) of some Deity when it returned. I had created a paradox in some creatures plot that absconded centuries, my families breeding had been select, my upbringer had been chosen by forces outside my home, outside my people. I had the exact same physical body as a vampire servant of that deity, only in its undesecrated form. The only tool I was without was its vampiric sword and blood, things which I had narrowly avoided becoming afflicted with. I asked for a tool that could free me from my haunters and they granted me only narrow hints which led to a long and rather painful quest. The tool was a man named Tenser. He promised to destroy the vampiric unlife in that blightful blade. I quested off again to find that blade, which I bore down many opponents with as it sucked me into my nethersome destiny, but I managed to avoid all assailants blades and came back to tenser. When he attempted to re-define the blades purpose some paradox prevented the blade from being un-done. The blade had a future that was destined to it, and the blade had a past, irreconsilable. Time absconds a paradox and flung the sword away from us, leaving its sorrowless brother with me. The Holy blade Interfectio-onis Ferrum had a destiny that was the same as mine, and we both hated it. We left together to join our people and prevent our enemy from joining this world."Interfectio-onis Ferrum (In Latin: A Killing Sword)In the hands of any character other than a paladin, this sword performs as a normal +5 bastard sword. In the hands of a paladin, this holy (+10d6 holy damage against evil creatures) becomes a +6 bastard sword, creates a spell resistance of 25 in a 15-foot radius, and casts dispel magic (usable every round as a standard action) in a 20-foot radius at the class level of the paladin. (only the area dispel is possible, not the targeted dispel or counterspell versions of dispel magic).</blockquote>

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