Where the Lord Doth Guide Our Boots
Once a Templar under God, he now plys his craft as a sword-for-hire.
Male human fighter 1
Neutral Good Humanoid (Human); Age: 21; Height: 5’ 11" ; Weight: 220 lb.; Eyes: Hazel; Hair: Brown; Skin: Tanned
Ability Scores: STR 17 (3), INT (1), CHA (-1)
Saving Throws: Fortitude +6, Reflex +1, Will +2
Armor Class: 17 (Touch 10, Flat-Footed 17)
Combat Maneuver Bonus: +4
Combat Maneuver Defense: 14
Hit Points: 13
Attacks: Greatsword: 4
Armor: Splint Mail (+7)
Skill: Acrobatics -7, Appraise +1, Bluff -1, Climb +0, Diplomacy -1, Disable Device 0, Disguise -1, Escape Artist -7, Fly -7, Handle Animal 0, Heal +1, Intimidate -1, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +5, Knowledge (Engineering) +5, Linguistics 0, Perception +3, Ride -3, Sense Motive +3, Sleight of Hand 0, Spellcraft 0, Stealth -7, Survival +5, Swim -4, Use Magic Device 0
Feats: Alertness, Armor Proficiency (Heavy), Armor Proficiency (Light), Armor Proficiency (Medium), Combat Expertise 2, Shield Proficiency, Simple Weapon Proficiency – All, Tower Shield Proficiency
Special Abilities: Combat Expertise [Combat Trick], Hero Points, Power Attack [Combat Trick]
Stamina Points: 4
Siegfried’s 21 years are that of a man searching for a place in these chaotic times.
Born the second son of an Imperial nobleman, he was sent to study in the church at a young age. Taking on the name “Rademacher”, he originally thought his duty was to be a man of prayer and isolation. However, restlessness would settle in him even at a young age. His size and natural strength made him stand out among the other boys in the monastery, but there was something more. Every night, he was have the same recurring dream; a massive, bear like shadow confronting him in the woods, sometimes himself confronting the shadow instead.
He believed that it was a curse, one that he had to pray to keep at bay lest the shadow engulf him completely. His mentor, however, saw things differently. In his mind, it was a sign that his true calling lay elsewhere. He believed that Siegfried’s true place was to confront the wild evil he had seen, and had him sent to the Templar chapterhouse. There, he took to learing the arts of holy war naturally, eventually earning his title proper.
As he grew up, however, his restlessness did not subside. If anything, it got worse. He believed the templars he served with were only paying lip service to the matter, not actually helping him. In his mind, he was merely running in an endless circle without any true direction.
This irritation reached a boiling point when, in a moment of rashness, he took his sword and armor and left. Deciding that he’d have to find a place to belong himself, he became merely a sellsword named Siegfried.
It’s been nearly two years since he left….