Juliette Troubal (3.5e NPC)

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Juliette Troubal

CR 18

Female Half-Elf Fighter 10, Unworthy 8
LG Medium Humanoid (Elf, Lawful)
Init/Senses +3/Listen +15, Spot +15
Languages Auran, Common, Elven, Halfling
AC 29, touch 19, flat-footed 26
(+10 armor, +5 deflection, +3 Dex, +1 insight)
hp 190 (18 HD)
Immune sleep effects
Fort/Ref/Will +20/+12/+8; +2 against enchantments.
Speed 30 ft. (6 squares)
Melee +5 Wounding, Flaming Burst, Ghost Touch, Adamantine Spiked Chain +34/+29/+24 (2d4+19/19-20)
Base Atk/Grp +18/+23
Special Actions Indomitable, Power Surge
Abilities Str 26, Dex 17, Con 22, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 13
SQ Fearless, Low-Light Vision, Nameless, Renunciation, Unending 100
Feats Combat Reflexes, Diehard, Endurance, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Spiked Chain), Fleet of Foot, Greater Weapon Focus (Spiked Chain), Great Fortitude Hold the Line, Improved Critical (Spiked Chain), Run, Skill Focus (Concentration), Weapon Focus (Spiked Chain), Weapon Specialization (Spiked Chain)
Skills Climb +15, Concentration +21, Intimidate +21, Jump +15, Listen +15, Spot +15
Possessions +5 Wounding, Flaming Burst, Ghost Touch, Adamantine Spiked Chain, +5 Ghost Touch Mithral Breastplate, Belt of Giant Strength +6, Amulet of Health +4, Pale Green Prism Ioun Stone, Dusty rose Prism Ioun Stone, Ring of Three Wishes, Ring of Protection +5

Once, Juliette Troubal did not believe in the power of faith or the strength of love, she believed your life was carved out of your own personal power, and no other force could help to shape it. She had lived her life working as a farmer, her sweat and her blood feeding the soil which she was given. Her life was steady, an unbreakable constant, until one day, the war came, and her farm was taken by the enemy, her crops rationed out to their army, and foreigners tilling her land. She was beaten by those men when she tried to stop them, and she was thrown into a cage under their custody. Horrors were enacted upon her in the months that followed, most of the men joked about how having a woman around was a good change, oh how she wished them an excrutiating death. So she lay there, rage building in her mind, until she could think of little else, and it would consume her mind every night as she fell asleep. Then there was fire, screams in the night, and cries of fighting, and then Juliettes cage broke, and she fell to the ground, cutting her leg as she fell, blood pouring thickly to the ground, she didn't stop to think about it, she merely scoured the ground and found a discarded sword, stood back up, and stared out into the darkness that surrounded her, punctuated only by fire and silhouttes, and who was the first person for her to see but the man who had thrown her into the cage himself, she stepped forward shakily on her bleeding leg, and tried to gut the disgusting man, but he was better than her, he had seen a thousand battles, and she had a weak leg. He had her on the ground before she even knew what was going on. He moved without mercy and was about to kill her, but then his head was gone, and a woman was standing there, a woman in the green and black clothes of an officer. Many men died that night, but Juliette lived. She was taken on by the officers, but she remained with the woman only, still being afraid of the men, still slightly afriad of the world, but she remained calm enough for them to dress her wound and eat some, but she soon learned that the woman who had saved her was actually the leader of the officers. She was given the option of taking her farm back, but she declined, her didn't want it, instead she joined the officers, even if only for the matter of being able to protect the woman who had saved her without a second thought.




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