Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Stretch Goals

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous is now well into stretch goals. The warpriest has already been reached and the new companion is not far away.

Warpriests are unflinching bastions of their faith, shouting dogma while they beat foes into submission, and they never shy away from a challenge to their beliefs. While clerics rely more on their spells and inquisitors may use guile, knowledge, or diplomacy to accomplish their aims, warpriests’ main focus is violence. In many faiths, warpriests form the core of their church’s martial forces – reclaiming lost relics, rescuing captured clergy, and defending the church’s tenets from all challenges.

As one of the so-called “hybrid” classes, the warpriest has both unique abilities and a mix of abilities from the cleric, fighter, paladin, and even a bit of monk. From the cleric class, he gains his spells – with a spell progression going up to 6th level (he can cast a swift action when targeting himself), blessings (more combat and less utility-oriented version of domains), and an ability to channel energy. From the fighter, he gains bonus combat feats, and proficiency in all martial weapons and heavy armor. From the paladin, an ability to enchant his weapons and armor, and an ability to heal himself similar to the paladin’s Lay on Hands – without the pesky restriction on Lawful Good alignment. And from the monk he gains a weapon damage progression – making even the less brutal but favored weapons of deities mighty in the warpriest’s hands. Among those, a ton of abilities using swift actions guarantees that neither healing nor buffing will distract a warpriest from the slaying of his foes.

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The wastelands of the Worldwound are full of traps and hidden treasures, waiting for the right person with a steady hand and a passion for looting. And you just so happen to have such a person in your party. Meet Woljif Jefto, an easygoing, over-talkative tiefling and eldritch scoundrel trying to find his place between two worlds.

Woljif was unlucky enough to be born in Mendev, the land ravaged by demons, where tieflings are still the subject of scorn and distrust. The birth of a boy with horns, a tail, and golden eyes was his family’s undoing. The secret that his seemingly human mother had tried to hide was now out: the blood of the abyssal creature had revealed itself. Woljif’s father left, never to return, and his mother took the boy to Kenabres, to the woman responsible for all the family’s misfortunes. Thus began Woljif’s life in Kenabres. His grandmother felt no remorse for her connection with demons. She saw her grandson only as a tool for stealing food and money, and she beat him mercilessly when he failed. From a young age, Woljif learned that the word “family” meant nothing if you were an unwanted child, and the word “friends” meant even less if you were a tiefling with clearly demonic features. Woljif has never learned anything about his demonic forebears, but he has always known that his heritage is waiting for him: something of both worlds that is truly his and his alone.

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