Jade Regent: Visions of Jade
Female halfling oracle 2 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player’s Guide 42)
LG Small humanoid (halfling)
Init +3; Senses Perception +3
AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 13 (+2 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size)
hp 15 (2d8+2) (currently 11)
Fort +3, Ref +5, Will +6; +2 vs. fear
Speed 20 ft.
Melee dagger -3 (1d3-1/19-20)
Special Attacks channel positive energy 4/day (DC 14, 1d6)
Oracle Spells Known (CL 2nd; concentration +5)
1st (5/day)— burning hands (DC 14), cure light wounds, detect undead, endure elements, protection from evil
0 (at will)— detect magic, light, mending, purify food and drink (DC 13), read magic
Str 8, Dex 16, Con 12, Int 11, Wis 12, Cha 16
Base Atk +1; CMB -1; CMD 12
Feats War Blessing ACG (destruction, nobility)
Traits providential passenger, truth’s agent
Skills Acrobatics +5 (+1 to jump), Climb +1, Craft (tattoo) +2, Diplomacy +7 (+8 to gather information), Heal +5, Knowledge (local) +5, Knowledge (planes) +4, Knowledge (religion) +4, Linguistics +1, Perception +3, Perform (oratory) +4, Profession (scribe) +5, Sense Motive +5, Spellcraft +4, Survival +5 (+7 to avoid becoming lost when using this); Racial Modifiers +2 Acrobatics, +2 Climb, +2 Perception
Languages Celestial, Halfling, Varisian
SQ oracle’s curse (blackened), revelation (channel)
Combat Gear holy weapon balm ACG , smoke signal; Other Gear leather armor, dagger, cloak of resistance +1, bedroll, belt pouch, compass APG , flint and steel, jewelry UE , masterwork backpack APG , smoked goggles APG , soap, spell component pouch, string or twine APG , tattoo UE , tindertwig (4), trail rations (4), waterskin, wooden holy symbol of Ragathiel, 10 gp, 5 sp, 9 cp
Blackened Your hands and forearms are shriveled and blackened. You take a –4 penalty on weapon attack rolls
Fearless +2 racial bonus on all saving throws against fear. This bonus stacks with the bonus granted by halfling luck.
Oracle Channel Positive Energy 1d6 (4/day, DC 14) (Su) Positive energy heals the living and harms the undead; negative has the reverse effect.
Born into a family bound in service to a Chelish loyalist house in Korvosa, Eireen was relatively carefree halfling girl. This irritated her parent’s lords on more than one occasion and brought punishments just as often. She never saw the sense in their strict rules though she did keep a sense of modesty when she broke their rules. Seeing her temperament was simply unfit for servitude and not wanting their daughter to have that kind of life, they arranged for the Bellflowers to take her to Magnimar and given to adoptive parents at about age 10.
Adjusting was hard and she was too young to realize this was for the best and kept wanting to go back. A little voice inside encouraged her to give it a try. Plus, her new halfling family were really good people, and the local halfling community was very accepting. The same couldn’t be said for the human children of the Irespan. They would often tease and mock the “girl whose parents didn’t want her,” as they’d say. The vicious few would even throw potatoes or small stones now and then.
She grew more and more angry over time because they had a point. Her parents didn’t want her. Even if their reasons were just and noble like her adopted kin tried to reassure her, she wasn’t with them. She started to hate how her people were treated and that they had to take such measures for their children to be apparently ridiculed. Over time, this little voice stuck with her and told her that good can come of this, to stay hopeful, and to work to prove them wrong. She battled with this voice at first but now and then let its encouragement take hold.
After a few years what seemed to be full conversations were taking place between her and this seemingly other part of her mind. At more than a few points she thought she was crazy. One day she made the mistake of talking about it and being overheard by the same crowd of jerks from before now aged and able to be even more violent towards her.
One day they decided to show her just how low she was in the world, and they surrounded her as dusk was setting. As the first rock left a teenage boy’s hand, one suitable to perhaps even kill had it found the right spot, a tall, dark man looking apparently old enough to be someone’s grandfather suddenly appeared and caught the rock in midflight. Scared witless, because everyone there knew this person wasn’t there just a moment ago, the man spoke with both the grace and awesome power of the heavens. Terrified, they all ran screaming.
Eireen was disbelieving but this new visitor proved himself to be her voice, told her he was an angel of Ragathiel, and said she could call on him whenever she needed him. He advised her more as her inner voice as she neared adulthood to help shape her, instruct her in the ways of being a good person, and rising above one’s hardships even as her own magical abilities began to manifest. He even helped her through a couple run-ins with local drunks. Over time her resentment about how her people were being treated both as a general underclass and even slave labor in certain regions started to relax. Her angelic teacher helped redirect this indignation to show the plight of most mortals and showed her that she could be a force for the good of all.
She quickly came to realize the little area she had known in Magnimar all her life wasn’t where she would spend her days. So, she started traveling the countryside getting to meet new people and would go to the harbor to visit travelers. She was never at ease seeing injustices met upon those unable to protect themselves and often called upon her angelic watcher to intervene. Most would run at the mere sight of an angel of the Empyrean. The few who didn’t learned they should have.
Eventually Eireen made her way to Sandpoint and found it to be a cozy little town. It would become one of her favorite getaway spots. It wasn’t the big city but not so far away that she felt alone or in a foreign land. Besides, she always knew she had her protector she could call on at any time.
During one such visit to Sandpoint at the Rusty Dragon, she felt a cold absence that being she could no longer feel her angelic companion. Inside herself, she pleaded hoping to hear his voice again. Feeling hopelessness almost set in, her fingertips began to glow. Within an instant, her very bones in her hands felt aflame as her tissues burst with a bright white inferno.
Screaming in agony, she pleaded with whatever powers would listen to cease what was happening. The fire stopped at her elbows and calmed to an ember before puffing out with the distinct smell of burnt flesh. Whimpering, she felt a new energy suffusing her being. It was unmistakable. It was much like the energy her companion gave off when he was around. This was a gift from Ragathiel himself.