The Falling Tide
|Ashurie Chorester||Human||Oracle||Neutral Good||Sarenra (Redemption, Honesty,Healing)||Jewler|
Hit Points & Class Recorder
|Total Hit Points||HP Gained||HD||Class Name||BAB||Skills||Fort||Ref||Will||Levels|
|Temp Hit Points|
|Total Hit Points||18||Totals||+1||5||0||0||+3||2|
Attacks & Defense
|Armor Class||18||-10+||+4||0||+3||+1||Armor Penalty||-1|
|Flat Footed||14||-10+||+4||0||+1||Spell Failure||15%|
|Saving Throws||Total||Class Base||Ability||Enhance|
|Attacks||Total||Base Attack Bonus||Ability||Size|
|CMD||+14||-10+||+1||+3 Dex||0 Str|
|-Hearts of Street: +1 bonus reflex saves|
|-Hearts of Street: +1 bonus dodge to ac, adj 2 alies|
|-Trait – Resilient: +1 bonus on fortitude saves|
|-Trait – Focus Mind: +2 bonus on concentration checks|
Feats & Features
|-Race: Hearts of the Street (add spell per level in place of hit or skill point, active level 4)|
|-Cleric spells: Add all spells|
|-Cures: Haunt, drop items 10 ft away|
|-Mystery: Heavens, Revelations add 1, 3, 7, 11, 15, 19|
|-Revelation: Coat of Stars, +4 armor 7th level and every 4 levels after +2 armor, 1 hour per day per level of usage|
|-Revelation: Moonlight Bridge, 10ft and extend 10ft per level, exists 24 hours or until used, summons number of times per day times Charisma bonus, act as wall of force if attacked.|
|Sleight of Hand^||Dex||—||0||3||0|
|Use Magic Device||Cha||—||0||3||0|
Armor, Shield & Weapons
|Type||Description||Enhance||AC Bonus||Max Dex||Penalty||Spell Fail||Type||Size||Materials|
|Armor||Magic Black Studded Bodice||1||4||5||-1||15%||l||M||Leather, Silver Studs|
|Armor||Cloak of Stars|
|Weapons & Attacks||Enhance||Attack Modifiers||Damage||Crit||Range||Size||Type||Ammo & Notes|
|Cross Bow||1D8||19,20||80ft||S||L||20 bolts (1g per 10, 1 pound)|
|-Light/Medium Armor and Shield, no tower shield|
Equipment, Magic Items & Special Abilities
|Qty||Misc.||Equpment||Weight||Misc.||Magic Items||Uses/Charge||Special Abilities||Uses/Day|
|1||8g||Ink 1 oz.||0|
|1||5g||Spell Component Pouch||2|
|Body||Courtiers Outfit (30g/6p)|
|Torso||Black Leather Silver Stud Bodice|
|Ring||Silver Signet Ring|
Loads & Lift
|Light Load||Medium Load||Heavy Load||Lift Above Head||Lift Off Ground||Drag & Push|
- Mage Hand
- Ghost Sound
- Cure Light Wounds
- Create Water
- Purify Food & Drink
- Color Spray
Once upon a time in a far away land…oh, wait…that is meant for fairy tales…..and I have a feeling nothing about the present time would fall under that header…
Some time ago a small city of Shandar once prospered. Just like any other small city it breathed of hope as those of all ages found it attractive to settle down and live amongst others whom worked as hard as they did. It was a place where men could be found working side by side together in fields or in shops and women could be found preparing meals and setting up tables in the small common areas in which a circle of small houses shared. Neighbors were not just friends but family.
Still now, in the rare chance one happens across someone who once knew of Shandar they would chuckle when asked about life in the city and say, “Ah, the land of luck and love.” Some think that because of the kind hearts and good souls of the city folk, it was only right for it to become a city of luck.
This small city was once home for many, many generations to a nobel family of Chorsters. The Chorsters were the founding family of Shandar, and always kept a strong hand in their rule. It was for the better, they very much believed everyone should have a chance at the happy life they had found and while their rule was one of strict morals and law, this didn’t stop them from finding mercy for those who fell. Some time after the Chorsters had settle into the land, the small town showed the glimmering hope of some day becoming a city, literally. The discovery was made that Shandar was rich in gems, specifically rubies. The town quickly prospered from this and became a city in which the Chorsters were proud to be able to take care of those that settled there. It was kept quiet what made those in Shandar live so comfortably but word was bound to get out.
Azhuire Chorsters was a happy child, living amongst the walls of the only home she had known until the age of 13, her family’s castle. She never thought herself to be much different then the other children in her home city, thought she did not go to school with them (her parents had repeatedly said that she must have private tutors as she had more responsibility than most to learn). So Ashuire would wait excitedly at her window on the 3rd floor until the school bell to announce to the city the day of learning was over, then run down the marble steps and out of the gates her castle was settled behind to met her friends. Azhuire was a normal child, being prepared to one day hold the city she cared so much for in her own hands.
However, the time never came for Azhurie to dedicate her life to the city of luck and love, as luck was no longer. One stormy afternoon the city was rushed by the army of Clarkfort. Clarkfort was large city near by and after Clarkfort’s ruler leaned of the riches Shandar held, he wanted it for his own.
In one afternon Azhurie managed to escape from the city that would always hold her heart, only to find herself alone in a world she knew nothing about. Thus, her journey began. Along the way she found using her skills to make jewelry (which is a trade most from Shandar knew) allowed her to earn a meager living. It also helped that she came from noble blood and knew exactly how to carry ones self when crafting jewelry for those that could afford it in nobility. Azhurie vowed to live her life helping others, as her family once did, and thus found her calling as an Oracle healer. Amongst her travels and from seeing Shandar fall she learned no one can be trusted, but that never changed her will to carry out her family’s beliefs.
The only group of people Azhurie ever found to hold any part of her trust were the Oracle’s who trained her. The god of the Sun was the only warmth she found since losing her family.