Korsa

The Sibeccai priest of Sol'aur, from the Crimson Wastes.

Description:

INFO
Name: Korsa
Gender: Male
Class: Cleric
Race: Sibeccai
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 17
Size: Medium
Height: 7’ 1"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Hair/Fur: Black
Eyes: Green

MAIN STATS
STR: 15
DEX: 13
CON: 19
INT: 10
WIS: 17
CHA: 15

MISC STATS
HP: 32
AC: 20
INIT. +1
FORT: 7
RFLX: 1
WILL: 6

SKILLS
Concentration: 9
Diplomacy: 6
Heal: 6

INVENTORY
Kopesh (2 AB, 1d10, 19-20 x2)
Sling (
1 AB, 1d4, x2) [Bullets]
Banded Mail (6 AC)
Shield of the Dragon (
3 AC, 10% fire resist)
Torch (x2)
Pearl of Power (Recall 1 0-level spell per day)
Four scrolls:

  • Summon Creature II
  • Cause Fear x2
  • Raise Dead
  • Obscuring Mist
  • Call Lightning
    Healing Poultices
    Lesser Restoration Potions x2 (As Lesser Restoration spell)
    Strange Tablet
    656 gold

ABILITIES/FEATS
Turn Undead
Exotic Proficiency
Spontaneous Casting
Low-Light Vision
Brew Potion

SPELLS
0
Virtue
Detect Magic
Spontaneous Cure Minor Wounds
1
Command
Spontaneous Cure Light Wounds
Domain
Burning Hands
2
Cure Moderate Wounds
Hold Person
Silence
Bull’s Strength
Lesser Restoration
Domain
Produce Flame

Bio:

Born of the Juf’Kahir clan of the Crimson Wasteland, Korsa quickly became annoyed with his clan’s focus on the worship of deities, intruding even in to common life. As soon as he came of age, Korsa abandoned his people, taking with him his sword, armor, food, and passion for sweet, cleansing fire. From an early age, he showed sign of pyromania, taking any opportunity to handle or cause flames. This passion led him to pursue pyromancy, learning how to handle incendiary forces with his own will.

While wandering the desert, he came to respect and fear the overbearing sun, which bleached the bones of the fallen and the meager few trees. The red sand is stained with the blood of great conflicts, or so the legends say, but Korsa believes that it is because the sand is imbued with the fire magic of the Sun, which he has named his one and true patron deity.

After finally reaching the edge of the desert, Korsa told of his experience and his revelation to all who would listen – and some who wouldn’t – in the first bastions of civilization he reached. He was disappointed with his reception, however – at one point, when he found a great theater who let him preach there, he found out after he was unknowingly scheduled during a comedy show, which explained a great deal to him in terms of the audience’s reaction.

A few days of unsuccessful conversion attempts later, Korsa grew bitter, and pledged that he would help his god, Sol’Aur, come to the mortal realm and burn away the unworthy in a bath of cleansing, sweet flame. But for the time being, he adventures about, spreading his word and collecting some gold on the side…

Korsa

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