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Message: <blockquote data-quote="zoons" data-source="post: 3298021" data-attributes="member: 48959">Zanax Frost's Character InformationStill Editing....Name:  Zanax FrostRace:  HumanClass(Level):  Druid (7)HP:  53 = 8 + (6d8) + 14 (Con)AC: 18 = 10 + 2 (Dex) + 5 (Studded + 2) +1 (Amulet of Natural Armor)Initiative:  +2EXP: 21000 Speed: 6Abilities: (BONUS) Total = Base + Points Spent + Misc ModifiersStr:   (+0) 10 = 8 + 2Dex:  (+2) 14 = 8 + 6Con:  (+2) 14 = 8 + 6Int:   (+1) 13 = 8 + 5Wis:  (+4) 18 = 8 + 8 + 1(Statgain @4th Level) + 2(Periapt of Wisdom)Cha:  (+0) 10 = 8 + 2BAB: +5Saves:  Total = Base + (Modifier) + (Misc Modifier(s))Fortitude +8  = +5 + (+2) + (+1)Reflex     +5  = +2 + (+2) + (+1)Will        +10 = +5 + (+4) + (+1)Adjusted Skills:  Ranks + (Modifier) + (Misc Modifier(s)) = TotalConcentration                   9 (+2) = +11Handle Animal                   9 (+0) = +9Heal                                1 (+4) = +5Knowledge Nature       6 (+1) (+2) = +9Listen                              9 (+4) = +13Profession [Animal Training] 1 (+4) = +5Ride                         1 (+2) (+2) = +5Spot                               6 (+4) = +10Survival                    5 (+4) (+2) = +11Swim                               1 (+0) = +1Feats:1)  Spell Focus Conjuring1H)  Augment Summoning3)  Natural Spell (Cast while in animal form)6)  Fast Wild Shape (Wild shape as a move action)Equipment: Item (Cost)Periapt of Wisdom +2 (4,000)Quarterstaff +1 (2,000)Studded Leather +2 (4,000)Bag of Tricks (Rust) (3,000)Cloak of Resistance (1,000)Amulet of Natural Armor +1 (2,000)Scrolls:Cure Light Wounds x 4 = 100Speak with Animals x2 = 50Bear's Endurance        = 150Bull's Strength x2        = 300Cat's Grace               = 150Resist Energy            = 150Cure Moderate x 2      = 300Neutralize Poison        = 375Cure Serious Wounds  = 375Potions:Cure Light Wounds     = 50Hide from Undead x2   = 100Blur                         = 300Cure Moderate Wound = 300Invisibility                 = 300Spells Memorized (6/5/4/3/2):0) Cure Minor Wounds, Detect Magic, Light x2, Read Magic, Resistance1) Cure Light Wounds x2, Entangle, Produce Flame x22) Bull's Strength, Cat's Grace, Flaming Sphere, Spider Climb3) Call Lightning x2, Speak with Plants4) Flame Strike, Ice StormAnimal Companion:  Name:  MojaSpecies:  Winter WolfHP: 51BAB: +6Attack:  Bite +9 (1d8+6 + 1d6 Cold)AC: 15Initiative:  +5Special Attacks:  Freezing Bite, Breath Weapon (15' Cone [4d6 Cold] Reflex DC 16 Half) , Trip (+8) Skills: Listen +6Move Silently +7Spot +6Feats:Alertness, Improved Initiative, TrackTricks:  Attack, Flank, Heel, Guard, Protect, Complex Commands (Intellegent Creature)Background:  (Readers Digest version will be at the bottom when finished)It was three winters ago when Zanax Frost tracked the strange winding trail of a poacher in his territory.  Odd, since most of the trouble with poachers came during the short summer that reached his home valley.  Odder still, that the poacher seemed to be traveling alone and readily ignored the easy prey of hares and grey wolves that made their homes throughout the valley.  This hunter seemed to be looking for something specific.  No matter, Zanax would not have his home turn into the playground of senseless killers who had no more thought for the balance of nature than the cold water of the Divrik river had for the bedrock that it continually eroded.  He would find this freeloading poacher and escort him to another valley... Conscious or unconscious.At the edge of one of the many small cliffs along the northern edge of the Brain Mountain Range (named for it's many twisting and clustered spines and lack of a true peak), Zanax stopped to rest and check his gear.  The insane pace of this poacher was not going to goad him into becoming foolish and risking his life to the elements.  He knelt here where the snow was blown clear of the rock, to examine his boots and make sure his leggings were keeping the relentless snow at bay. A cry of pain from nearby startled him and he froze.   Several deep growls mouthed directions to surround and attack.  Winter Wolves.  From the sounds, the hunter had become the hunted.  Zanax thought perhaps it was better to ignore the situation and return home.  The hunter was getting what he deserved.  A gutteral growl followed, the sound of one of the wolves breathing it's icy breath on the hunter.  It would be over soon.  Then a shout of anger and pain ripped through the canyon with such ferrocity and force that it nearly knocked Zanax off of the ledge.  His heart began beating fast as he quickly sprinted forward towards the sound to investigate.When he came to a large clearing, he skidded to a stop, awestruck by the scene.  Six winter wolves lie dieing or dead around a hill of a man, armed with what he could only describe as a spiked tree trunk and a giant knife.  The man was covered in dark fur and blood (his own or from the carnage?).  Four more Winter Wolves crouched low, baring teeth and cursing in a gutteral growl, stood between the titanous barbarian and one of the wounded Wolves.  Zanax leaned back against a tree so as not to be seen and started muttering.  Clouds began to gather above the clearing.The hunter paid no notice to the clouds and sprang toward the wolves.  The litheness of his motion and the speed of his attack was as magnificent as it was deadly.  He swept the giant club, impaling one of the wolves on the spike before it could breathe it's icy breath.  A shower of sparkling mist accompanied the grunt on impact.  Spinning, he disengaged the body from the spike at two of the other Wolves, causing them to dodge.   Zanax concentrated and called forth the first bolt.  Zamph!  A bolt of lightning left the clouds and shot through the barbaric intruder.The Barbarian howled in pain and spun to confront his attacker, giving one of the Wolves a chance to bite at his legs.  No attacker was there.  Kicking the Wolf aside, he now scanned the woodline for a Mage in need of killing.  He found none.  Zanax called forth another bolt.  The barbarian howled again, steam and smoke from singed hair now coming from his head and shoulders.  Then, the hulking barbarian stooped and scooped up two of the fallen Wolves and slung them over his shoulder.  Then, he darted full speed at a small gap in the tree-line.  "Pursue!"  Growled the injured Wolf to the three remaining wolves.The three wolves looked about the clearing intently, and then returned to their fallen sister.  The three argued nearly inaudibly to themselves, and paced in the snow."Go!"  Growled the fallen Wolf.  "I am slain.  Return to Namix.  Stay safe."One by one, the three remaining Wolves, nuzzled the fallen sister and then ran from the clearing in the direction the barbarian had taken.Zanax, waited quietly scanning to see if the Wolves had set a trap for him.  He watched while wet breath came irregularly from the fallen Wolf.  She wasn't trying to get up."You can come out now!"  Growled the Wolf.  "I can smell you're still there."Zanax stepped out from behind the tree and slowly approached the dying Wolf.  So many questions, and his fear was palpable.  He had to fight hard to remain composed and in control.  Was this a ruse?  Would the wolves return?  Could he deal with three of them?  Would the barbarian return to collect the rest of his prizes?"I can heal you if you'll allow me"  Zanax finally said in as calm a voice as he could muster."It's too late for that"  coughed the Wolf.  Blood dropplets spewed from her muzzle with each cough."Who was that barbarian, and why was he hunting you?"  asked Zanax."No time" wheezed the Wolf.  "He was after my pups.  Better to let them freeze or starve.""Where are they?"  asked Zanax.  "I can help.  I am a Druid.  I can raise them and set them free""How can I trust you, Human?  You'd sell them to slavery just like him.""Because I've helped you once.  And I'm all the hope they've got"  said Zanax bluntly.Death closing in, the maimed creature acquiesced, giving Zanax the rough route to where her pups were stashed.  Zanax did his best to comfort the creature in her few remaining moments, promising to protect the pups from slavery or worse if captrured by unscroupulous humans.  He made his way quickly through the snow to the pups who were lying half-burried in the snow beneath the branches of a fallen Black Pine.  The pups were nearly newborn, with only fuzz where their thick protective coat should be.  They were nearly blind and mewling pitiously when he scooped them up, one by one and plopped them into the inner pockets of his inner vest to keep them warmer and safe.  His journey back home would be slowed, but denying this barbaric hunter his prize would be fine reward.***Zanax thought back on this time now, noting how his life had changed forever by these events.  For better and for worse.  Raising Winter Wolf pups had proven to be quite a challenge.  They are smart, precocious and more than just a little naughty.  But with his guiding hand, they had turned out to be fine young Wolves.  Four of them had survived the first year and were nearly full sized now and hunting together within Zanax's desolate range.  Zanax had changed too, his skin was weathered, tough and leathery from the pup's breathing on him as they learned to harness the skill of freezing prey.  His hair had turned white, matching the wolves and lying like his face about his age.  Only the spring in his step gave clue that Zanax was only in his late twenties.  Life was hard, but enjoyable.Then it happened.  Moja, the largest of the Wolf youths, convinced his sisters that he knew how to get them a sweet meat that they had never enjoyed.  Moja had discovered a Yak herd to the south of Zanax's range.  Fully thirty beasts had made their homes near another of the wooden shelters like Zanax lived in.  Moja didn't know about farming, and livestock.  He didn't know the Yak were owned by an old man who would not be able to withstand the brutality of Moja's breath.  But Moja did know he wasn't supposed to travel that far south.  He did know that he was supposed to avoid other men at all cost.  But he and his sisters were enjoying the meat from the easy kills.  Moja was entranced by the rush from hearding the stupid beasts back and forth by his sisters while they picked them off one by one.  They were having a feasting, their white pelts almost completely obscured by the brownish-red blood stains of their fallen prey.  Blood lust coursed through him, consumed him.  When the old man charged out at him yelling and waving an old rusty sword, it didn't even require thinking to hop aside and breathe.  He choked off the breath, coming to his senses as the shrill sound of paniced screaming cut through the cold air.  A female, probably belonging to the old male was in the wooden shelter watching.  Shame and panic came to Moja as he realized what he had just done.  He had killed more than just meat.  His sisters nuzzled the dying man, trying to cajole him into getting up again as the screams of terror continued from the shelter."Home!"  growled Moja.The four wolves ran, hearts pounding, back to the north.  Miles passed before the sounds of screaming were obscured by the more familiar howling of wind through boughs.  Tails tucked low and heads bowed, the four wolves returned to thier friend and caretaker Zanax for help.*****Zanax considered his options.  Two agents of Viridia had come in the spring to investigate the murder of an old Yak herder.  Their prying led them here, to Zanax.  Since even intellegent animals like Moja and his sisters were still considered wild beasts to the state, that made Zanax responsible for the killing.  As a result, he had acquired a new responsibility.  Taking care of the orphaned spinster daughter of Marlon Gable.  Unlike taking care of himself and his lupine friends, this would require money.  More money than a secretive solitary Druid could be expected to have.  The agents offered help.  A job and a chance to earn a healthy portion of the debt he would be expected to pay to the Gable girl.  Moja knew his responsibility.  He bid farewell to his sisters and joined Zanax on his quest.  Why the humanfolk needed tiny pieces of metal, he would never understand, but the fact that Zanax's need for them should have been his, he understood fully well.Reader's Digest Version:Zanax tracks an intruding Barbarian on his land.  The barbarian is destoying a pack of winter wolves and Zanax intervenes and scares off the barbarian.  One of the dying wolves is a recent mother and directs Zanax to her pups.  Zanax raises them, and when they kill a rancher, Zanax is held responsible.  The lone male pup, feeling responsible, becomes Zanax's animal companion to repay the debt to an orphaned daughter of the rancher.  To gain money quickly he takes the prisoner escort job described in the opening.</blockquote>

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