A hunter who hates spirits yet is ridden by them at all times.


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Kanokareh, level 11
Longtooth Shifter, Seeker, Crimson Hunter
Seeker’s Bond: Spiritbond
Background: Heretic (+2 to Stealth)

Str 18, Con 14, Dex 11, Int 11, Wis 22, Cha 9.

Str 14, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 8.

AC: 24 Fort: 21 Reflex: 18 Will: 24
HP: 76 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 19

Nature +16, Athletics +16, Stealth +12, Perception +16

Acrobatics +5, Arcana +5, Bluff +4, Diplomacy +4, Dungeoneering +11, Endurance +9, Heal +11, History +5, Insight +11, Intimidate +4, Religion +5, Streetwise +4, Thievery +5

Level 1: Weapon Proficiency (Tratnyr)
Level 2: Wild Senses
Level 4: Power Throw
Level 6: Weapon Expertise (Spear)
Level 8: Distant Advantage
Level 10: Spiritbond Defense
Level 11: Inevitable Volley

Seeker at-will 1: Thorn Cloud Shot
Seeker at-will 1: Biting Swarm
Seeker encounter 1: Possessing Spirits
Seeker daily 1: Storm of Spirit Shards
Seeker utility 2: Stone Spirit Ward
Seeker encounter 3: Stampede Shot
Seeker daily 5: Protecting Spirits
Seeker utility 6: Warning of Peril
Seeker encounter 7: Windstorm Strike
Seeker daily 9: Binding Shot
Seeker utility 10: Feywild Jaunt

Adventurer’s Kit, Bloodclaw Tratnyr +3, Magic Leather Armor +3, Lucky Charm +2
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1st Character Questionnaire: “Broken Bones”

You hate spirits, yet here you are, surrounded by them on a near-constant basis. This could be the definition of suck. The only upside is that the spirits grant you the power you need to kill spirits. Still, conflict must run high and deep within you.

When you stop getting pissed about your plight, please answer:

1. Why do you hate spirits so much? What did they do (or fail to do) in your past life?

To the spirits we are prey at worst, and pawns at best. We are subject to their whims, and they are out of their reach. If their whims sometimes align with the welfare of us poor mortals, we call them our friends and call their commands wisdom. But there is no equal partnership with these creatures. They are not part of our nation; they lurk behind the sky and under the earth and speak to us as chiefs without balance or oversight. They watch us always, and we know nothing of them. Nothing like that could be trusted, and yet we blindly place our entire nation in their care. It is the greatest horror of our society.

Outside of the things I must do in my duties as a Ghost, I have asked the spirits for nothing since my mother died.

2. Have you ever completely lost control of your savage side? Is there a time you came really close? Is it related to why you hate spirits (see question 1)?

As many of my clan do, I become open to possession by a wild spirit when I am grievously wounded. In this state, I have no control whatsoever. The thing fights my battles and closes my wounds, and my people call it a guardian. But it is also a parasite. An opportunist. So far as I know, it hasn’t yet used its power over me to act against my wishes. But what could I do if it did? If I turned my back on my life as a Ghost—refused the spirits’ demands—what would it do, then?

3. Your clan has an inordinate amount (though still a low number) of those who have turned over to the old ways as cannibals. Tell me something about your character and cannibalism. Anything at all. He doesn’t have to be the only character involved, but he should be there.

My people—the Wolf clan of the Mohawk—are said by many to be the descendants of families infested—to one degree or another—by wendigo spirits. My father calls this a slander on the clan, but it makes too much sense to be dismissed. I think I believe it. Our “guardian spirits” are different from the wendigo—I know that now, more than ever, after having seen Yellow Dog—but that “slander” would explain why we, alone among the clans, are so open to such influences. And it would also explain our hunger. The Mohawk Wolves are a carnivorous people, and our appetites sometimes seem excessive to other clans.

It is also true that some of us—far too many—have fallen into cannibalism.

My father would say it’s the result of isolated families falling on hard times. Families who might not have been so isolated, he suggests, if the other clans didn’t look at us the way they do.

But I know the hunger, as I’m sure he does. I see many corpses in my life as a Ghost, and I know they would feed me as well as the flesh of any beast. And taste as savory.

I know why my clan burn their dead, and quickly. And I will not be left alone with a corpse


Ghosts of the Five Nations Matt_Sheridan