HD 14d10 + 42 (con) (140 hp)
AC – 30 – 10 + 5 + 4 (dex) + 2 (deflection) + 9 armor
Str 14, Dex 21 (27), Con 12(16), Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Saves: Fort: +15, Ref: +20, Will: +10
Longbow to hit: +27/+22/+17 Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 2d6
DR 5 against piercing
Weapon Focus: Longbow, Point Blank Shot, Rapid Shot (B), Precise Shot, Improved Favored Enemy, Improved Precise Shot (B), Improved Initiative, Shot on the Run (B), Endurance (B), Improved Critical(Longbow)
Class Abilities: Wild Empathy (+16), Track (+7 to Survival checks to track), Hunter’s Bond (Companions get 1/2 favored enemy bonus for 3 rounds-Move action), Woodland Stride, Swift Tracker, Evasion, Quarry, Camouflage
Favored Enemies: Evil Outsiders, +6, Banished Aberrations +2, Dragons +2
Remember, Imp Favored enemy feat gives +3 damage
Favored Terrains: Underground(caves) + 2, Mountains +4, Forest +4
Skills: Survival (+19, +26 for tracking), Knowledge(Dungeoneering)+17, Knowledge(Nature) +17, Stealth +24, Perception +19, Diplomacy +7, Climb +18, Acrobatics +17
Standard spell list: Detect Snares/Pits, Resist Energy, Longstrider
Barkskin x2, Wind Wall
Remove Disease, Cure Moderate Wounds
Freedom of Movement
Gloves of Dexterity +6, Ring of Protection +2, Amulet of Con +4, Improved Bracers of Archery, +3 Holy Composite Longbow, +5 spearblock chainshirt, 15k gold
Sarah Orlane had a very promising childhood. Her parents had both served well in the army, and had been rewarded with some small holdings of land. She was one of the first children to be born after the destruction of the Jasconan cities, and it was hoped that this latest generation wouldn’t have to know the gritty details of war that had been the major focus in life as long as anyone could remember.
Then the Kythons came, and all hope of peace was lost. Her parents were lost in the destruction of the city of Armengar. The five servants who remained in the household were all the family she had left. Rumors of destruction in all directions seemed to say the only way to survive was to head to the mountains.
The first time she had ever held a bow in her hands was on the way there—the tutor she had been training in the ways of diplomacy with for the past 2 years made it clear that diplomacy had it’s time and place, but neither were here and now. She didn’t hit any targets that day, but there is no greater teacher than the crucible of war.
By the time her and her only remaining companion made it to the supposed sanctuary in the mountains, she had by necessity became a good shot, and knew just where to make it count against the kython hordes.