Hollow's Last Hope
A guardian of nature, he harnesses both nature's primal wrath and its soothing calm.
Male Half-Elf Barbarian 1 Druid 3
NG Medium Humanoid (elf, human)
Init 4 armor, 3d8)
Fort 2, Will 2+2d6 vs. human/x3)
Special Attacks rage (4 rounds/day)
Druid Spells Prepared (CL 3):
2 (2/day) Barkskin, Bear’s Endurance
1 (3/day) Obscuring Mist, Summon Nature’s Ally I, Cure Light Wounds
0 (at will) Stabilize, Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance
Str 12, Dex 13, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 10
Base Atk 4; CMD 15
Feats Combat Casting, Craft Wondrous Item, Skill Focus (Spellcraft)
Traits Focused Mind, Prismati Player
Skills Acrobatics 8 jump), Climb 2; Senses low-light vision; Perception 2 Dex, 1, Ref 2
Speed 10 ft., flight (40 feet, average)
Melee Bite (Raven) 0; CMB 3; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception 3 Dex, 3)
Fort 6, Will 3/x2) and
Claw x2 (Bear) 3/x2) and
(M) Cold Iron Spear 4/x3) and
(M) Silver Light hammer 3/x2)
Str 16, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 6
Base Atk 4; CMD 17 (21 vs. Trip)
Feats Power Attack -1/7 jump), Fly 2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage.
Scent (Ex) Detect opponents within 15+ feet by sense of smell.
Stay [Trick] The animal will stay where it is.
Born and raised in Kyonin, Dhohar was the son of a female elven diplomat and an Andoran male. While he knows little to nothing of his father, he stayed close to his mother for much of his childhood. Once it became clear that he was going to develop faster than she liked, and faster than the other, full-blooded elven, children in his community he ran off to the town of Greengold. The bustling small city ignited his interest in his human-half and served as a mixing place to spend time with other, similar youths. Half-elves were common in Greengold and while they were able to be slightly more rebellious than they could be in the main parts of Kyonin, they still grew with the overwatch and teachings of their elven overseers. After reaching his late teens he found he preferred the remote parts of the woods to town and began to spend less and less time under the golden roofs of the city. Instead his nights were spent with the silver stars and moon to light the way and in keeping with the rhythms of natural life around him. After a month of time off in the forest he was approached by a small group of druids and offered a place in their ranks and an opportunity to learn their ways. While he had fared well enough before, the druids offer was not made lightly and Dhohar quickly agreed.
After several years spent learning the ways of the forest and the secret druidic language, along with Sylvan and Orc. With enough knowledge under his belt to leave reasonably well by himself, Dhohar headed towards Andoran and an investigation into the Lumber Consortium, his father, and life in a human controlled land. On the journey he spent much time hiding, waiting out dangerous predators and long days of solitude and meditation. He also met the lone bear cub that would become a fast companion, Rumble.
The Birth of His Rage
Dhohar held felt the stirring power of nature’s primal fury boiling in his blood on many occasions. The small portions of deforestation that he came across in his wanderings (plants stolen or “harvested” by human poachers and trespassers on elven soil) were the most common cause of this, but injustices visited upon others in Greengold also made is bile rise.
The greatest catalyst for these feelings of fury however was the bonding of Rumble. The bear was placid as a forest glade’s pond, as calm as the early morning forest – but if stirred his rage was like that of a storm-swollen stream, the howling fury of the storm, the raging inferno of a forest fire, the devastation of an avalanche. Through his bond with Rumble, Dhohar felt these rages tugging at his blood. The Elders simply smiled and said he felt the pull of his human half – but Dhohar wasn’t so sure. It felt fully natural to him, as normal as breathing. Perhaps it was the admixture of his human and elven blood, but he saw it as the twin sides of Nature itself; sometimes the rain fell in soul-soothing drizzles and sometimes it was driven like nails.
Dhohar never sought to truly cultivate these feelings, this rage. Yet, when he came across the squint-eyed poacher at the fringes of Kyonin’s sovereign terrain he felt the barrier between halves give way. Dhohar felt the anger, the fury, the unassailable heat – it was like the bonfires of the Spring Festival, only it was inside him roaring with terrible might. The response from Rumble was a feeling of similar rage and the two fires, one inside, one from his bonded companion, joined and drowned out his senses. His ears could hear the bear’s roar and his eyes saw the startled look on the poacher’s face that turned to a swarthy smile of greed as the man noted the bear’s small size. Apparently, the man didn’t see Dhohar however. As the poacher turned and braced his hunting spear to receive the shuffling charge from Rumble, time itself seemed to slow and almost stop.
Dhohar had seldom thrown his spear before – at a few large game animals to hunt them but otherwise it was a weapon he kept for defensive purposes only. In that moment however, he shifted his grip, turning the point over, and sliding his hand down to a bit behind the midway point. He cocked his arm and felt the fires inside him roar and rage; the power of his arm seemed immeasurable, his might as unstoppable as an avalanche. Rumble seemed to feel it too, and he stopped mid-charge and stood, cocking his head slightly and roaring while waving his front paws as if to fan his fury. In that moment, Dhohar loosed the spear, his arm surging forward with his fueled fury. It sailed through the intervening space, into the clearing, without a whisper.
The poacher never saw it coming, and it strike him in the chest, slightly right of center and drove through him; so deeply did it plunge that the wooden haft was almost in him, a full foot of steel protruded through his chest. He gasped and looked down in horror. His hands feebly reached for the weapon, his own spear clattering to the soil. His eyes glazed with sudden agony and his ears nearly split with reverberated roar that came from both Dhohar and Rumble. A single image flashed through the man’s mind at his last living moment. An image of dark and forbidding night with terrible rain falling; rain that was driven like a nail.