Help me build my character for wrath of the righteous :)

[ngilop]

Hey guys I am submitting a character for a WoTR PbP game and its already in progress so I will be (possibly) joining in t 4th level.


I want a few levels of paladin, then the rest are going to be in oracle.

my stats are going to be 12 12 14 12 12 18 (human and level bonus included)

Im not sure if I want to be 2/2 or 3/1 in regards to paladin/oracle.

first time playing let alone creating a paladin for pathfinder. SO im wondering if there are any archetypes worth it for me.

Id love for a maybe ...12th level build in regards to what feats and what oracle spells i'll should be taking.

for oracle spells I want to focus on self-buffs then secondary group buffs/heal I do nto want much, if any, damage or battlefield control

[ngilop]

Still have hope that I will get some advice.

As I started the game late I looked for that one WoTR campaign log by Kol Korran and adapted some of it to include into my backstory to better fit into the campaign so far. Here it is :)

Tiberius grew up an orphan in the streets, with dreams of being a hero like the
ones in the stories of the numerous crusaders and others helping to fight the
worldwound. A calling of the life of the paladin seemed natural to him.
Tiberius always felt that he did not fully fit in with other paladins, always
feeling that the way he viewed the world was at odds with the others.
He participated in numerous skirmishes with minor fiends and other forces of
evil over the years, but never anything to write home about. That all changed
one fateful day. At noon on the 16th day of Arodus, gathered like almost
everyone else, Tiberius waited for lord Hulrun to bless the Armasse festival.
Instead an amazingly powerful explosion rocked the city, and the fortress where
the wardstone, the Kite, had been replaced by a giant pillar of flame, smoke,
and lightning. Suddenly a form appeared in the sky, a great red skinned
monstrous creature wreathed in lightning and wielding a sword and whip of
pure flame. Though, there had been no introduction, Tiberius instantly knew
who this way, Khorramzadeh, the Storm King. Suddenly a woman gave a powerful cry
to battle, that did not sound like any human noise he had ever heard as she
launched herself into the air, transforming into a great silver dragon,
Terendelev, the guardian of the city. As she and the storm king battled, the
fabric between planes weakened in many places over the plaza, bringing many
demons of various kinds to fight, but alas the storm king seemed victorious as he
managed to get a vicious and deep wound on Terendelev. Both of them crashed into
the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell, with only the Storm King erupting from the ruin.
The results of the Kite exploding, and the cathedral being demolished led to
creation of a large rift, it swallowed everything, Tiberius watched frozen in
fear as he saw the Storm King and the rift coming towards him with people he had
known most of his life falling into the abyss, suddenly a blood-covered silver
talon reached out of the ruins and with words of eldritch power, a handful of
citizens found themselves floating down instead of falling. The last thing
Tiberius saw was the Storm King beheading the majestic dragon. Giving out a
great cry, loud enough for the Storm King to hear, as he looked directly at him,
Tiberius fell into the abyss below him, going into the blackness that is
unconsciousness. Coming to untold minutes, or even hours later. Walking alone
in the tunnels and caverns beneath the city, he did happen upon other survivors.
Tiberius became the de-facto leader of the group. While searching for a way out
His rag tag group was attacked, A lone cultist with a pair of dretches
"Deskari! Let your swarms devour!" and the fight was on with most of his
group dieing to the demonic locusts. It went this way constant battles and the
loss of more of his group, up until he alone managed to
find a way to the surface. Unfortunately 2 demonic cultist were there was well.
Having killed a score of innocent citizens and well as the bodies of a handful
of other cultist "The demon lords will win this day! All shall fall to their
unholy might!" Tiberius grabbed a halberd from one of the fallen bodies and
made ready that he was about to die that day. The fight was short of brutal for
both sides. He felled one of the cultist easily enough with a well placed swipe.
But it gave the other the perfect opening to end Tiberius with one thrust.
"Aroden help me" was all Tiberius could say, and somehow the thrust missed
its mark, glancing off of some sort of..field. The fact that the tiberius looked
just as shocked as the cultist did little to help matters. Whatever reason, the
protection granted to Tiberius was enough to save his life during that battle.
He made was way to the surface only to find Kenarbes in ruins. Tiberius makes
his way around, and sometimes through smoking ruins, not knowing who lived,
who died, and if there was any hope. He just happened upon a couple members of
the eagle watch who said how they were forming a defensive point at Defender's
Heart. And so he arrives ragged, wore down, and unsure of what just transpired
both to the city and to himself.