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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eluvan" data-source="post: 2577367" data-attributes="member: 24812">Okay, all done.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Huynia:[sblock]Huynia AmaruMale Wood ElfDruid 2Alignment: True NeutralExperience: 1,000 xp14 Strength (+2) 10 Dexterity (+0)11 Constitution (+0)12 Intelligence (+1)18 Wisdom (+4)9 Charisma (-1)Initiative: +0Speed: 30’BAB: +1Grapple: +3Melee Attack: +3Damage: 1d6+3 (Quarterstaff, 2-handed)AC: 13 (+3 Armor), touch 10, flat-footed 13Ranged Attack: +1 (Range 100’ x10)Damage: 1d8 (Longbow)AC: 13 (+3 Armor), touch 10, flat-footed 13Hit Points: 14Fortitude Saves: +4Reflex Saves: +0Will Saves: +7+2 to all saves vs. enchantment spells and effectsFeats: Druid Weapon ProficiencyElf Weapon ProficiencyLight Armor ProficiencyMedium Armor ProficiencyTrackAbilities:Immune to Magic Sleep Effects+2 to saves vs. Enchantment Spells and EffectsLow-light Vision+2 to Listen, Search and Spot ChecksFind Hidden DoorsAnimal CompanionNature SenseWild Empathy (+1)Woodland StrideSkills: +1 Appraise [0]+1 (Int)-3 Balance [0]-3 (Dex, armor)-1 Bluff [0]-1 (Cha)-1 Climb [0]-1 (Str, armor)+5 Concentration [5]+0 (Con)+0 Craft [0]+0 (Int)-1 Diplomacy [0]-1 (Cha)-1 Disguise [0]-1 (Cha)-3 Escape Artist [0]-3 (Dex, armor)+1 Forgery [0]+1 (Int)-1 Gather Information [0]-1 (Cha)+2 Handle Animal [3]-1 (Cha)+7 Heal [3]+4 (Wis)-3 Hide [0]-3 (Dex, armor)-1 Intimidate [0]-1 (Cha)-1 Jump [0]-1 (Str, armor)+7 Knowledge (Nature) [4]+3 (Int, Nature Sense)+6 Listen [0]+6 (Wis, Racial)-3 Move Silently [0]-3 (Dex, armor)+0 Open Lock [0]+0 (Dex)-1 Perform [0]-1 (Cha)+0 Ride [0]+0 (Dex)+3 Search [0]+3 (Int, Racial)+4 Sense Motive [0]+4 (Wis)-- Speak Language [0]+1 (Int)+6 Spellcraft [5]+1 (Int)+6 Spot [0]+6 (Wis, Racial)+11 Survival [5]+6 (Wis, Nature Sense)-4 Swim [0]-4 (Str, armor x2)+0 Use Rope [0]+0 (Dex)Spells:Level 0: (4/day, DC 14)Create WaterDetect PoisonMendingResistanceLevel 1: (3/day, DC 15)Calm AnimalsProduce FlameShillelaghWeapons and ArmorQuarterstaff (1d6/1d6, 20/x2, 4 lbs) -Hide Armor (+3 AC, -4 Armor Check Penalty, +4 Max Dex Bonus, 20% Arcane Spell Failure, 25 lbs) 15gpLongbow (1d8, 20/x3, 100’ range, 3 lbs) 75 gp40x Arrow (6 lbs) 2gpEquipment: Holly and Mistletoe Backpack (2 lbs) 2gp*Fishhook (0 lbs) 1sp*Flint and Steel (0 lbs) 1gp*Waterskin (4 lbs) 1gp*Winter Blanket (3 lbs) 5spWand of Cure Light Wounds (50 charges) 750gpFunds: 53.4 gpLanguages: Kronerg, Verdar, Druidic, SylvanHeight: 5’6”Weight: 135 lbsEyes: GreenHair: RussetAge: 112Description:Huynia is very tall for an elf, and considerably more muscular than the average member of that race as well, as befits his wood elf lineage. He has the look of one who spends most of his time out of doors and away from the trappings of civilisation, from his deeply tanned skin to the dusty, torn, green-brown traveller’s cloak he wears over his battered hide armour. His hair is a rusty, reddish brown and hangs in a long, unkempt tangle down his back, while his emerald green eyes commonly look out on the world with an air of weary resignation. It is only when he is in the wilds, far from the settlements of the civilised races, that a more content and serene air comes over him. Background:An arid wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see from this wind blasted peak. Blackened, scorched and scarred, to Huynia’s ears the land screamed in impotent rage and agony. Fire and steel had taken their toll on the lush and fertile jungle that once made this place verdant. Covering the blackened earth and soaking it in their blood were the corpses of thousands upon thousands of living things, from tiny birds through to the very largest creatures that had lived here, tigers and immense constrictor snakes – and people, too. The people who had lived here atop the mountain, who had lived in balance with nature, accepting their place in the way of things. Men, women and children lay slaughtered heedlessly, their bodies broken and their faces contorted in fear and pain. The only sound was the blowing of the hot, cruel wind and the faint rustling as it stirred the ash that coated the ground.     In the blinking of an eye, the vision shifted. In that fleeting moment hundreds, perhaps thousands, of leagues were crossed and Huynia stood somewhere he had never been before. The destruction that had defiled his homeland had not yet reached this place, though the land here was not of the type he was used to. The trees were vast and widely spaced, their purplish green leaves giving the place an unearthly feel, and there was none of the tangling undergrowth that he was used to. The soft earth of the forest floor was spongy and pleasant beneath his feet, and the air was cool and soothing. Beside him ran a stream, the crystal clear waters burbling gently. As he watched, though, he saw a vein of black corruption begin to seep into the brook, and he realised with a sickening lurch that even this sanctuary was not free from the corruption that had taken his homeland. Suddenly a noise came from behind him, and he turned with a start to see that a woman stood there. An Elven woman of such infinite beauty that it was heart-rending to look upon her, dressed in a flowing garment that seemed to be made from the very moonlight that filtered through the trees.    She cried silver tears, and where each one fell a perfect white flower sprouted. As she cried she plucked the strings of a strange and instrument of intricate construction that she held to her breast, and the melody seemed familiar though Huynia had never before seen such an instrument. For a moment she seemed to look directly at Huynia, and in her eyes he thought he saw hope. Then she was fading, and as he ran to her she seemed to fall away, and the forest fell with her to leave only a raindrop splashing silently in the void. As it splashed each droplet of water lit up with an image, an entire universe in microcosm inside each miniscule droplet. Within the rain a dozen possible futures played out before Huynia, leaving him with only a handful of images that he could remember and the frustrating feeling that he had missed thousands more. A bird with incandescent plumage flying endlessly over a wasteland of fire, pursued by a pack of wolves that waited for it to tire and fall to their waiting jaws. A human heart, suspended in the very heart of a forge yet somehow not burning. A great tree that bore beetles instead of fruit, huge beetles that squirmed to escape their moorings on the branches until they fell to earth and were destroyed. A plume of smoke that shifted, taking the form of a huge bird before dissipating once more into formlessness.    And then Huynia slowly realised that the smoke was real, that he could smell it and taste it, and gradually other sense impressions began to form. The other wise men sat round the fire, watching him intently. He shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the haunting influence of the vision. It would not leave him, and over the next few days he realised that it never would.     Within a week he had set off, having told his vision to the elders and expressed his wish to leave and seek a way to prevent the destruction he foresaw. They had given him their blessing, and he had gone, not knowing if he would live to return.AtapaMale EagleSmall AnimalHit Dice: 1d8+1 (5 hp)Initiative: +2Speed: 10’, fly 80’ (average)AC: 14 (+1 Size, +2 Dex, +1 Natural), Touch 13, Flat-Footed 12BAB/Grapple: +0/-4Attack: Talons +3 melee (1d4)Full Attack: 2 Talons +3 Melee (1d4) and bite –2 melee (1d4)Space/Reach: 5’/5’SA: -SQ: Low-light vision, Link, Share Spell, Bonus Tricks (1) – Attack, Tricks – Come, Down, Heel, Seek, Fetch, StaySaves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +2Abilities: Str 10, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 6Skills: Listen +2, Spot +14Feats: Weapon Finesse[/sblock]</blockquote>

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