Pathway to Victory
Warforged (1/2 elf) Ranger/Scout
Level: Scout 4/Ranger 1
Class & Racial Abilities
* Favored Enemy: Human, Orc
* Skirmish +2d6 * Trapfinding
* Uncanny Dodge
* Trackless Step
* Fast Movement +10'
* Wild Empathy
* +1 AC When Skirmishing
* Darkvision 60'
* +2 VS Disease, Poison, Mind Affecting
* Integrated Weapon – Bastard Sword
* Cure only heals 1/2
* Susceptible to things that affect constructs, wood, metal, etc.
* Does not eat, sleep, breathe
* 25% chance to negate sneak attack or critical hit
* Immune to fatigue and exhaustion
* Simple and Martial Weapons
* Light Armor and Shields
* Exotic Weapon – Bastard Sword
* Swift Hunter * Versitile
* Weapon Focus – Bastard Sword
* Improved Skirmish +2d6 and +2 AC when moving 20'
* Improved Initiative
Bluff 5, Climb 6, Diplomacy 5, Disable Device 8, Escape Artist 6, Handle Animal 3, Heal 4, Hide 12, Intimidate 9, Jump 6, Knowledge;dungeongineering 7, Knowledge;geography 7, Knowledge;nature 8, Move Silently 12, Open Locks, Ride , Survival , Swim , Tracking , Tumble 8, Use Rope 5
Brooch of Shielding – absorbs up to 101 points of magic missile damage
Cloak of Elvenkind – +5 to hide in natural surrondings
Boots of Elvenkind – +5 to move silently
Ring of Protection +1 ,
I must leave.That was two moons ago and now I wander alone. I have no need for food or shelter; the forest is my shelter and watching the daily lives of all who touch it is my food. The people forage, they hunt, they hide and they play. They smile and they laugh. But they do it differently from my friends. Theirs is a laugh of innocence and fleeting pleasure in a hard world. It feels…cleaner. Better. Sometimes I help them. And old man hunting a large stag will find it cleaned and dressed inside his barn. A young woman will find a wheelbarrow full of truffles and roots outside of her door on a day she plans to forage. Children who are lost in the forest are found the very next day in the local hall. I kill orcs seeking the easy prey of my village. And then one day, I am seen. The people, my people, fly in fear and screams, running to the Watch to tell them of the Tzeentch-born monster living in the forest. The guards try to find me, but they are too loud. I look for the most reasonable, the one most likely to hear my pleas and I present myself to him. Perhaps he will hear me out? Perhaps he will listen? Perhaps he will know me as the silent guardian of our small village?
He draws his sword instead… And I kill him.
I must leave.