Skulls and Shackles - The Maiden's Promise
Horny and follower of Besmara
Female human cleric of Besmara 3
CN Medium humanoid (human)
Init 1 Dex)
hp 20 (3d8+3)
Ranged heavy crossbow 5)
Domain Spell-Like Abilities (CL 3rd; concentration +5)
5/day—copycat (3 rounds)
Cleric Spells Prepared (CL 3rd; concentration +5)
2nd—instant armor* (DC 14), slipstream*D, summon monster II
1st—command (DC 13), doom (DC 13), inflict light wounds (DC 13), obscuring mistD
0 (at will)—bleed (DC 12), create water, purify food and drink, stabilize
D Domain spell; Domains Trickery, Water (Oceans subdomain*)
During Combat If she is expecting combat, Sandara casts instant armor, which increases her AC to 17. Sandara takes every fight seriously, and once she gets started, she finishes things. She targets her opponent with doom and summons a small elemental or 1d3 dire rats to fight by her side.
Morale Sandara is almost foolishly stubborn, a quality that might very well get her killed someday. She won’t surrender and doesn’t back down from a fight unless totally overwhelmed.
Str 13, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 14
Base Atk +2; CMB +3; CMD 14
Feats Athletic, Combat Reflexes, Scribe Scroll
Skills Appraise +4, Bluff +6, Climb +3, Heal +6, Knowledge (religion) +4, Profession (sailor) +8, Stealth +5, Swim +4
Life is never easy, and Sandara Quinn’s life has been typical of that truism. The daughter of a poor fisherman and a seamstress, Sandara was raised in Hell Harbor. Her overworked parents had little time to spend with their
daughter, and Sandara grew up on the port’s hard streets, where she quickly learned to look after herself. She worked on the docks when she could, carrying out what jobs she could get, and soon developed a keen eye for trouble and a reputation for standing up for herself. She began frequenting the bars and taverns of Hell Harbor by the age of 9 and was learning the ropes of sailing by the age of 12. Sandara’s calling came one night when a f leet of fishermen, which included her father, was lost in a powerful storm. Sandara prayed to Besmara the Pirate Queen, the goddess of piracy, strife, and sea monsters, and when her father returned the following day, weather beaten and half-drowned but still alive, Sandara knew the goddess had answered her prayers. Soon after, Sandara began devoting her time to the worship of Besmara, eventually setting up a small chapel on the Hell Harbor docks dedicated to her.
Just 3 weeks ago, Sandara’s beloved father died, and she took to the sea, leaving her brother Reiko behind who remained with Captain Pegsworthy, determined to live her life to the hilt, not rot away in some forgotten port. She only made it as far as Port Peril, however, before she fell afoul of Captain Harrigan’s press gang and ended up aboard the
Wormwood together with some very interesting men. There are worse places to be than a pirate ship, however, and Sandara has taken to her new surroundings like a fish returned to the sea from which it was born.
She still bears the raw scars of grief from burying her father, but knows enough to mask that grief on a vessel such as the Wormwood. Sandara plans to make the most of
her present situation, intending to spread the word of her goddess while expanding her horizons at the same time. Crowned with a mane of fiery red locks, Sandara looks
like someone not to be crossed. Yet the smile lines at the corners of her eyes and the easy way she holds herself hint at a lighter side. She dresses to accentuate her figure,
and her whole appearance speaks of the sea, from the seagull feather in her tricorne hat to the sailor tattoos on her arms and the clay pipe thrust into the corner of