A hunter of great skill but with an anger in his eye
|Tavius Taurandir||Hunter (9)||66100|
Warden of the Fangwood that watches the borders to the southeast, always followed by his faithful companion Setius he hunts all who threaten his home.
Init +8; Senses Low-Light Vison, +25 Perception
AC 23, touch 17, flat-footed 17
hp 82 (9d8 + 10)
Fort +7, Ref +12, Will +7
Defensive Abilities Elven Immunities (Immune to magical sleep, +2 vs Enchanments)
Speed 30 ft.
|+1 Keen Scimitar||+8||1d6+2/15-20 x2||20 ft|
|Dagger||+7||1d4+1/19-20 x2||50 ft.|
|+1 Adaptive, Bane (Orc), Composite Longbow||+13||1d8+2/19-20 x3||550 ft|
Special Attacks Rapid Shot +11/+11/+8
Str 12 (+1), Dex 20 (+5), Con 10 (0), Int 14 (+2), Wis 16 (+3), Cha 13 (+1)
Base Atk +6; CMB +7; CMD 22
Feats Skill Focus (Perception), Evolved Companioin (Natural Armor), Precise Shot, Point Blank Shot (Mythic), Coordinated Shot, Extended Animal Focus, Share Healing, Rapid Shot, Distracting Charge
Skills Craft (Bows) +7, Handle Animal +12, Heal +13, Knowledge (Geography)+8, Knowledge (History) +9, Knowledge (Nature) +13, Knowledge (Religion) +9, Perception +24, Spellcraft +14, Stealth +15, Survival +14
Languages Common, Elven, Orc, Sylvan
SQ Animal Companion, Animal Focus 11 min., Nature Training, Wild Empathy +9, Hunter Tactics, Track +15, Improved Empathic Link, Woodland Stride, Second Animal Focus, Swift Tracker
Gear Bracers of Falcon’s Aim, Eyes of the Eagle, Cloak of Resistance +1, Ring of Improved Jumping, Belt of Cat’s Grace +2, +2 Mithral Chain Shirt, Wand of CLW (37), Wand of CLW (50), Wand of CMW (15), Wand of CMW (16), Wand of Barkskin (8), Wand of Magic Fang (8), Potion of CLW (2), Potion of Cat’s Grace (2), Potion of Bull’s Strength (2), Potion of Shield of Faith (4), Potion of Magic Fang (4), Tanglefoot Bag (5), Cold Iron Arrow (13), Backpack, Bedroll, Belt Pouch, Iron Pot, Messkit, Trail Rations (5), Animal Feed (5), Waterskin, Signal Horn, Silk Rope 50 ft., Falconry Gauntlet, Explorers Outfit, Journal; Weight Carried 76lbs; GP 2 Gold, 2 Silver, 5 Copper
Spell Penetration +9
DC 13 Level 0 Spells Light, Stabilize, Guidance, Detect Magic, Resistance, Spark
DC 14 Level 1 Spells Summon Nature’s Ally I, Magic Fang, Cure Light Wounds, Bristle, Faerie Fire, Longstrider Spells per day 6
DC 15 Level 2 Spells Summon Nature’s Ally II, Bear’s Endurance, Bull’s Strength, Cat’s Grace, Barkskin Spells per day 5
DC 16 Level 3 Spells Summon Nature’s Ally III, Cure Moderate Wounds, Hide Campsite, Call Lightning, Remove Disease Spells per day 4
Surges 7/day 1d6
Path Abilities Hard To Kill, Fleet Charge, Limitless Range, Amazing Initiative, Armor Master
Mythic Feats Point Blank Shot
In the instance of my death I would like my story to be told some day so to these pages I will record my life and journeys. I was born in the town of Roslar’s Coffer, life was peaceful and calm but everything changed when a mad orc by the name of Kromaz led a band of orcs. Many fought and many died trying to turn them back, my father included, but we soon fled to the south of then Molthune I would never forget that day.
We made way to the village of Crossfen and the followed a caravan south to Crystalhurst, the journey took a week but as time went on even at my young age I could feel the forest accepting me. Crystalhurst accepted us taking advantage of my mothers trade allowing her to forge them tools and fletch arrows for hunting, she earned a modest wage and was given a small home to raise me in. As I grew I learned how to kill rabbits, then deer, then bears this was all taught to me by men of the village but one day came when my mother took me out and said “Today you will learn how to kill a man.”
Time passed in the village and word of revolution began to spread, many of the elders were reluctant not happy with disturbing the already made peace but the young and able were to convinced and were ready for war I among them. Though reluctant they let us fight, my mother elected to stay behind helping to defend the town from invasion as a final gift she gave me my fathers bow.
Several years passed the fighting never really stopping until one day dark wings brought dark words, a large invasion had pushed hard to Crystalhurst and fell upon the town, though they were eventually repelled many casualties were suffered by our side and at last my mother had joined my father in Erastil’s glory but I had no time to mourn as we marched to Deadeye’s Gulch. As we came over the horizon I saw the Molthuni army standing upon the sacred ground of Erastil, I could only think of the devastation they had already caused me as I flew into a rage. I remember only glimpses, an arrow through an eye slot, my sword through a stomach, my foot pressed against a soldiers throat as I crushed his windpipe. My clearest memory was that of the wake of the battle, I had been shot, stabbed, and sliced at my strength had left me as I lied beneath corpses and rubble waiting for Pharasma to claim me I heard a pecking on my helm. I looked up spying a falcon crying at me, “What do you want?” I called to it, It cocked its head and cried again “I have nothing for you, let me die in peace.” It bit my nose and cried again “Bugger off you shitty bird.” I said trying to move the rubble to shake it and scare it off, as I did I felt a corpse roll off. It cried again “I will get you, you fucking bird.” I said finding new strength moving more shoving corpses and rubble off of myself. As I broke free and stood from the corpses and rubble I saw what only few had seen, a giant stag made of trees and stone, the Grim White Stag, the herald of Erastil. I stared at it in wonder and watched the falcon that had brought me from the rubble land on one of its “antlers”, the stag scanned the charred and burned ground and it may have been a trick of the light or some other means but I could swear it was crying. I stepped forward towards it hoping to see it clearer, but as I took the first step it snapped its attention to me and I froze. A sudden wave of sadness and shame overwhelmed me, it was not as it was imposed upon me or not at least that I could tell. I was sad because instead of honoring my mother and father I had disgraced them and the shame was too great to hold in, I had cried for what felt like hours until a calm voice came into my head that was not my own.
“Be calm my child all have given into anger during their grief. But it matters not what you have done now I have plan for you, though for this plan you will need to be calm and even forget a hatred you still hold. But until then hold your faith strong for I hold the bow and you are the arrow.” I opened my eyes and looked to the forest and watched the stag begin to fade into the forest, as its antlers were about to disappear a small shadow flew off and came towards me. I heard the falcon give a cry as it landed in front of me and rustled its feathers.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” The falcon gave another squaw in response. “I know you cant understand me but it makes me feel better.” I paused for a moment thinking of what to do next. “I do not know what the road ahead has in front of me but I would love to have you along.” I extended my arm to it and it climbed onto my forearm digging its talons into my armor, I walked away from the battle changed and ready for the next challenge.
The rest of the war was uneventful for, I named the falcon Crellia after my mother for she was as fierce and loyal as her. I continued to scout the southern borders or Nirmathis, as such we were named, after the war. During one such scouting Crellia had flown ahead to, as per our normal activities, to report any oddities but she was late in her return and I had began to worry for I knew she was getting long in her years. I searched for a week when I found her, she had taken to help another falcon defend her nest that had been knocked from its perch by a clumsy and wholly unlucky bear that had been trying to marks its territory, the bear was nowhere to be seen so I had assumed it had escaped slightly scathed. I moved to check the that Crellia had crashed next to, her wing spread over ti covering it mostly, I slowly moved her wing and heard a small chirp from inside the nest. I quickly but gently moved Crellla to the side, as if by some great luck of Gozreh and Erastil one youngling had survived the fall. As much as I wanted to care for it at that moment I knew one other thing must be done, I moved Crellia back over the nest to protect it from the elements and any predators that would be nearby, for now was the time to hunt.