<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Lady_knight_oana.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt">Demon-Spawn (Pitborn) Tiefling<br/>Paladin (2)<br/>Outsider (Native) and Humanoid (Human)<br/>Languages: Common<br/>Alignment: Lawful Good<br/><br/><br/>STR 18 [+4]<br/>DEX  9 [-1]<br/>CON 12 [+1]<br/>INT 10 [+0]<br/>WIS 14 [+2]<br/>CHA 17 [+3]<br/><br/>BAB +2<br/>HP: 20<br/><br/>  BASE SAVES<br/>Fort +3<br/>Ref  +0<br/>Will +3<br/><br/>  FINAL SAVES<br/>Fort +4<br/>Ref  -1<br/>Will +5<br/><br/>  SKILL RANKS<br/>Diplomacy    [CHA]  2<br/>Sense Motive [WIS]  2<br/><br/>  SKILL BONUSES<br/>Disable Device [DEX] +2<br/>Perception     [WIS] +2<br/><br/>  SKILLS<br/>STR: +4<br/>DEX: -1<br/>CON: +1<br/>INT: +0<br/>WIS: +2<br/>CHA: +3<br/><br/>Diplomacy: +8 (2+3+3)<br/>Disable Device: +1* (2-1)  *Don’t forget armour check penalty<br/>Perception: +4 (2+2)<br/>Sense Motive: +7 (2+3+2)<br/><br/>  CLASS ABILITIES<br/>Simple, Martial Weapons<br/>All Armour, Shields ex/Tower<br/>Aura of Good<br/>Detect Evil<br/>Smile Evil 1/day<br/>Divine Grace<br/>Lay On Hands<br/><br/>  RACIAL ABILITIES<br/>Fiendish Resistance: cold 5, elec 5, fire 5<br/>Skilled: Disable Device, Perception +2 racial<br/>Spell-Like Ability: Shatter 1/day<br/>Darkvision<br/>Pass for Human<br/><br/>  EQUIPMENT (812.81/1000GP)<br/>Half-Plate Armour (+8AC, ACP -7, 20ft.)<br/>Heavy Steel Shield (+2AC, ACP -2)<br/>Longsword (1d8, 19-20/x2, S)<br/>Longbow (1d8, x3, 100ft., P)<br/>60 Common Arrows<br/>Bedroll<br/>Small Tent<br/>Fishhook<br/>Soap<br/>Backpack, Common<br/>Waterskin<br/>Belt Pouch<br/>Cold Weather Outfit<br/>Peasant Outfit<br/>Noble’s Outfit<br/>5x Trail Ration<br/><br/>  BACKGROUND<br/>Oratha ‘the Bastard’ is the child of (some king) and a woman who worked at one of his country estates.  Oratha’s life turned to scandal almost as soon as she was born, partly because of the affair, mostly because it was found that her mother had ties to a demonic cult.  In the purge that followed Oratha was shipped off to study at a monastery, while her mother was burnt at the stake.<br/><br/>Oratha was lucky that her demonic blood manifested only mildly, with glowing red eyes when she was angry, lustful, or otherwise heavily emotional in a sinful way.  Her teachers considered it a great honour and challenge to try and redeem her soul, and Oratha’s upbringing was strict as a result.  She had only limited warmth and affection, mostly from workers and other less influential people.  The cooks, the cleaners, the traders.  <br/><br/>Struck with a wanderlust and all but required to worship Iomedae, Oratha found herself thrust into the role of Paladin.  She chose, faced with her first real freedom since birth, to try to protect the weak.  Her goal to aid those who had been so kind to her, and to avoid the politics and the powerful who had stolen her childhood from her.</tt></div></div><br/><br/>Oratha stood on a low hill as she slowly stretched.  It had been a long walk, but now her destination stood before her.  It was a simple quest, if she could even call it that, but that didn't mean it was any less important.  Was saving a peasant less important than saving a king?  She'd say no, though she knew many that might argue.  She had been offered money, but that was not her first concern.  If treasure had been concealed in the temple it was certainly holy in some way.  Better she recover it than some thief, orc, or worse.  If she could return it to the followers of Desna all the better, if not, at least it would help the locals.<br/><br/>Oratha tugged on her sword in its scabbard just to ensure it would still easily pull free.  She shrugged her shoulder to test the weight of the shield slung over it.  She debated strapping it to her arm, but she saw no sign of orcs, and it would grow heavy quickly.  Perhaps when she was closer.  Her bow was unstrung and strapped to her pack which contained the rest of her gear.  It was time to proceed.  She marched towards the temple with a steady, determined, gait.  She didn't range about as some might, but instead took a short path.  Still, her eyes constantly scanned her surroundings as she moved, and her ears strained to identify every little sound she heard.<br/><br/>Perception:    At 2021-10-12 23:06:04, PixelatedPixie (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=156738)