Dice Dark Ages of Taeral - D&D 5e (CS)

WlfSamurai · Jun 1, 2019

Our thread for Character Sheets. Please only officially published WotC material.

Character Creation:

Make a 3rd-level character.
Choose either the standard array or standard point buy. You may drop ONE or TWO attributes down to 6 or 7 to gain points for point-buy at a 1:1 ratio, but you will be expected RP the weakness if it comes up.
Choose any race/class out of the PHB or official published 5e material.
Take level 1 starting equipment/gold and add 100 gp to buy gear.
Provide a backstory at least a paragraph long. Please incorporate any chosen mechanical Background. 200 XP for backstories that include unresolved drama, juicy story, or add to the world.
Be willing to leave gaps to allow relationships with PCs and NPCs or backstory.
Feats are allowed in place of attribute increases at 4th level and beyond. You may choose a feat from the Unearthed Arcana “Feat for Skills”.

If I give your character sheet a “like”, it’s approved for play!

Sherwood · Jun 1, 2019

Name: Garroth Silverhair
Race: Dragonborn, Blue Dragon Heritage
Class: Fighter

Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Bahumut
Background: Soldier

Age: 20
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 250lbs

Attributes
Str: 17 +3 modifier, +5 saving throw
Dex: 8 -1 modifier, -1 saving throw
Con: 15 +2 modifier, +4 saving throw
Int: 10
Wis: 12 +1 modifier, +1 saving throw
Cha: 12 +1 modifier, +1 saving throw

Level: 3
Xp: 1,100 / 2,700

Hit Points: 26
Hit Dice: 3 - 1d10 +2

Armor Class: 16
Initiative: -1
Proficiency: +2
Passive Perception: 13

Number of Attacks: 1

Greatsword: +5 to hit, 2d6+3 Slashing, Two Handed, Heavy
Light Crossbow: +1 to hit, 1d8 Piercing, Rng 80ft/320ft, Ammunition, Loading, Two Handed

Chain Mail +6 Armor Class, Stealth Disadvantage
Action Surge (1/Short Rest) - Starting at 2nd level, you can push yourself beyond your normal limits for a moment. On your turn, you can take one additional action on top of your regular action and a possible bonus action.
Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again. Starting at 17th level, you can use it twice before a rest, but only once on the same turn.
Breath Weapon: (2d6 Lightning, 5 by 30 ft line, Dex save DC 13, 1/Short Rest) - You can use your action to exhale destructive energy. Your draconic ancestry determines the size, shape, and damage type of the exhalation.
When you use your breath weapon, each creature in the area of the exhalation must make a saving throw, the type of which is determined by your draconic ancestry. The DC for this saving throw equals 8 + your Constitution modifier + your proficiency bonus. A creature takes 2d6 damage on a failed save, and half as much damage on a successful one. The damage increases to 3d6 at 6th level, 4d6 at 11th level, and 5d6 at 16th level.
After you use your breath weapon, you can’t use it again until you complete a short or long rest.
Damage Resistance - You have resistance to the damage type associated with your draconic ancestry (Lightning).
Fighting Style: Great Weapon Fighting - When you roll a 1 or 2 on a damage die for an attack you make with a melee weapon that you are wielding with two hands, you can reroll the die and must use the new roll, even if the new roll is a 1 or a 2. The weapon must have the two-handed or versatile property for you to gain this benefit.
Martial Arc type: Champion - Beginning when you choose this archetype at 3rd level, your weapon attacks score a critical hit on a roll of 19 or 20.
Second Wind (recover 1d10+3 Hit Points, 1/Short Rest) - You have a limited well of stamina that you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. On your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level.
Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.
Skills
-1 Acrobatics (Dex -1)
+1 Animal Handling (Wis +1)
+0 Arcana (Int +0)
+5 Athletics (Str +3, Proficiency +2)
+1 Deception (Cha +1)
+0 History (Int +0)
+1 Insight (Wis +1)
+3 Intimidation (Cha +1, Proficiency +2)
+0 Investigation (Int +0)
+1 Medicine (Wis +1)
+0 Nature (Int +0)
+3 Perception (Wis +1, Proficiency +2)
+1 Performance (Cha +1)
+1 Persuasion (Cha +1)
+0 Religion (Int +0)
-1 Sleight of Hand (Dex -1)
-1 Stealth (Dex -1) Stealth Disadvantage while wearing Chain Mail
+3 Survival (Wis +1, Proficiency +2)

Passive Perception: 13

Languages: Common, Draconic, Elvish, Orc

Other Proficiencies
Weapons: Martial Weapons, Simple Weapons
Armor: Heavy Armor, Light Armor, Medium Armor, Shields
Current Cash: 5 gp, 9 sp, 1 cp

Equipment
Backpack
Caltrops (bag of 20) x2
Candle x5
Chain Mail
Chalk x2
Crossbow Bolts x20
Crossbow, Light
Fishing Tackle
Flask x2
Greatsword
Hammer
Piton x10
Pouch x2
Rope, Hemp (50 feet)
Signal Whistle
Tinderbox
Torch x10
Waterskin
An Iron holy symbol dedicated to some unknown god

Riding Horse
Personality Trait: I can stare down a Hell Hound without flinching.
Personality Trait: I face problems head on. A simple, direct solution is usually the best.
Ideal: Our lot is to lay down our lives in defense of others. (Good)
Bond: Those that fight along side me are worth dying for.
Flaw: I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior.

Background:
Garroth is from a small village on the edge of a large lake, a simple fishing community that lived in peace with its neighbors for as long as anyone could remember. Being one of only a handful of Dragonborn there, Garroth stood out and had some trouble fitting in with the other races that made the village their home, especially with how quickly he aged compared to the other youngsters around him. He could have easily used his larger size and strength to be a bully to the other kids, but his family raised him with a strong sense of right and wrong, and that was a line he refused to cross.

With as strong as Garroth was at that age, he was going to try and get an apprenticeship with the village blacksmith, but before he could do so, disaster struck the village. A dragon came one day, a young Red, full of fire and hunger. It saw the village as a easy meal, and a place to hone its hunting skills. It dove down on the hapless village spewing fire, scorching and smashing everything in its path.

While this was going on, Garroth did the only thing that he could do: he ran for his life. Against such a monster, there was just no way for the simple fisherfolk to put up any kind of a fight. It was a slaughter, with everyone of the small community scattering as the dragon continued its rampage. Those that dared to stand and fight simply were the first to die.

In the end, the destruction of the town was total, with only a handful of people surviving the attack. With so many gone, there was just no sense in trying to rebuild, and the last few villagers gathered up what little that they could carry and they headed out in search for a new home. With every step away from his home, the Dragonborn seethed with rage at the fact that his whole world was brought to an end by one of his distant cousins.

By the age of fourteen, Garroth had made his way to the city of Tar Valon. With only a few coppers in his pockets and little useful skills, he did the only thing that he felt his honor would allow him to do; he joined the army. He excelled in his training, pushing himself harder and harder to master the sword and to become a true warrior. Soon, he begun to move up in rank from the lowly private that he started out as, eventually ending up with the position of Sergeant with a squad of his own under his command. It was a good time in Garroth's life, but he never quite felt at home in the army, but it was a good start to his burning goal of finding the dragon that was responsible for the deaths of so many of his friends and killing it himself.

Six long years later, Garroth turned in his uniform and set out on his own after his men gave him an epic going away party, with the company Lieutenant coming up to him and telling the Dragonborn sergeant that any time he wants his squad back, he is welcome to it. Perhaps he will take up the officer on that offer some day, but first, there is the matter of that dragon to deal with. He is no fool, though. Garroth knows that he is far from being able to take on even a young dragon with any hope of winning the fight. It is now time to go forth into the world and build up his strength, find some worthy allies, and become the powerful warrior that he knows he can be.

Some day, that dragon will be slain and the lives lost in that fiery maelstrom will be avenged.

Psychie · Jun 1, 2019

Name: Athaclenna Gollana
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Cleric

Age: 110
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 100lbs

Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Corellon Larethian
Background: Acolyte

Str: 8 -1 Modifier, -1 Saving Throw
Dex: 14 +2 Modifier, +2 Saving Throw
Con: 14 +2 Modifier, +2 Saving Throw
Int: 14 +2 Modifier, +2 Saving Throw
Wis: 16 +3 Modifier, +5 Saving Throw
Cha: 10 +2 Saving Throw

Level: 3
Experience: 1,228 / 2,700

Hit Points: 25
Hit Dice: 3 - 1d8+1

Armor Class: 16
Initiative: +2
Proficiency: +2
Passive Perception: 14

Number of Attacks: 1

Long Bow: +4 to hit, 1d8+2, Range 150/600 ft, Piercing, Ammunition, Two Handed
--Quiver with 20 Arrows
Dagger: +4 to hit, 1d4+2

Scale Mail: +4 Armor Class (+2 max Dex Bonus), Stealth Disadvantage
Disciple of Life
Starting at 1st level, your healing spells are more effective. Whenever you use a spell of 1st level or higher to restore hit points to a creature, the creature regains additional hit points equal to 2 + the spell’s level.
Channel Divinity: Preserve Life
Starting at 2nd level, you can use your Channel Divinity to heal the badly injured. As an action, you present your holy symbol and evoke healing energy that can restore a number of hit points equal to five times your cleric level (15 pts at 3rd Level). Choose any creatures within 30 feet of you, and divide those hit points among them. This feature can restore a creature to no more than half of its hit point maximum. You can’t use this feature on an undead or a construct.
Channel Divinity: Turn Undead
As an action, you present your holy symbol and speak a prayer censuring the undead. Each undead that can see or hear you within 30 feet of you must make a Wisdom saving throw. If the creature fails its saving throw, it is turned for 1 minute or until it takes any damage. A turned creature must spend its turns trying to move as far away from you as it can, and it can’t willingly move to a space within 30 feet o f you. It also can’t take reactions. For its action, it can use only the Dash action or try to escape from an effect that prevents it from moving. If there’s nowhere to move, the creature can use the Dodge action.
Darkvision: Accustomed to twilit forests and the night sky, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
Fey Ancestry: You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put you to sleep.
Fleet of Foot: Base walking speed is 35 ft
Mask of the Wild: You can attempt to hide even when you are only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena.
+2 Acrobatics (Dex +2)
+3 Animal Handling (Wis +3)
+2 Arcana (Int +2)
-1 Athletics (Str -1)
+0 Deception
+4 History (Int +2, Proficiency +2)
+5 Insight (Wis +3, Proficiency +2)
+0 Intimidation
+2 Investigation (Int +2)
+5 Medicine (Wis +3, Proficiency +2)
+2 Nature (Int +2)
+5 Perception (Wis +3, Proficiency +2)
+0 Performance
+0 Persuasion
+4 Religion (Int +2, Proficiency +2)
+2 Sleight of Hand (Dex +2)
+2 Stealth (Dex +2), Stealth Disadvantage while wearing Scale Mail
+3 Survival (Wis +3)

Passive Perception: 14

Other Proficiencies
Weapons: Simple Weapons, Long Bow, Long Sword, Short Bow, Short Sword
Armor: Heavy Armor, Light Armor, Medium Armor, Shields

Languages: Common, Draconic, Elvish, Goblin, Orc
Blocks of Incense x2
Alms Box
Backpack
Blanket
Candle x10
Censer
Dagger
Healer's Kit x10 uses
Holy Symbol
Ink
Ink Pen
Lamp
Mirror, Steel
Oil Flask x6
Parchment x10
Pouch x2
Rations x5
Scale Mail
Tinderbox
Vestments
Waterskin x2
A blank book whose pages refuse to hold ink, chalk, graphite, or any other substance or marking

Draft Horse with Saddle

Coin: 16 gp, 5 sp, 8 cp
Spell DC 13, Spell Attack +5

Cantrips

Evocation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, M (a firefly or phosphorescent moss)
Duration: 1 hour
You touch one object that is no larger than 10 feet in any dimension. Until the spell ends, the object sheds bright light in a 20-foot radius and dim light for an additional 20 feet. The light can be colored as you like. Completely covering the object with something opaque blocks the light. The spell ends if you cast it again or dismiss it as an action.
If you target an object held or worn by a hostile creature, that creature must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw to avoid the spell.

Transmutation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 minute
Range: Touch
Components: V, S, M (two lodestones)
Duration: Instantaneous
This spell repairs a single break or tear in an object you touch, such as a broken chain link, two halves of a broken key, a torn cloak, or a leaking wineskin. As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, you mend it, leaving no trace of the former damage.
This spell can physically repair a magic item or construct, but the spell can’t restore magic to such an object.

Evocation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
Flame-like radiance descends on a creature that you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 1d8 radiant damage. The target gains no benefit from cover for this saving throw.
The spell’s damage increases by 1d8 when you reach 5th level (2d8), 11th level (3d8), and 17th level (4d8).

First Level Spells
Spell Slots: 4

1st-level enchantment
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M (a sprinkling of holy water)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
You bless up to three creatures of your choice within range. Whenever a target makes an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target can roll a d4 and add the number rolled to the attack roll or saving throw.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, you can target one additional creature for each slot level above 1st.

1st-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
A creature you touch regains a number of hit points equal to 1d8 + your spellcasting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 1st.

1st-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: 1 round
A flash of light streaks toward a creature of your choice within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 4d6 radiant damage, and the next attack roll made against this target before the end of your next turn has advantage, thanks to the mystical dim light glittering on the target until then.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 1st.

1st-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V
Duration: Instantaneous
A creature of your choice that you can see within range regains hit points equal to 1d4 + your spellcasting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d4 for each slot level above 1st.

Second Level Spells
Spell Slots: 2

2nd-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S, M (ruby dust worth 50 gp, which the spell consumes)
Duration: Until dispelled
A flame, equivalent in brightness to a torch, springs forth from an object that you touch. The effect looks like a regular flame, but it creates no heat and doesn’t use oxygen. A continual flame can be covered or hidden but not smothered or quenched.

2nd-level enchantment
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S, M (a small, straight piece of iron)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
Choose a humanoid that you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or be paralyzed for the duration. At the end of each of its turns, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. On a success, the spell ends on the target.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 3rd level or higher, you can target one additional humanoid for each slot level above 2nd. The humanoids must be within 30 feet of each other when you target them.

2nd-level abjuration
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
You touch a creature and can end either one disease or one condition afflicting it. The condition can be blinded, deafened, paralyzed, or poisoned.

2nd-level evocation
Casting Time: 10 minutes
Range: 30 feet
Components: V
Duration: Instantaneous
Up to six creatures of your choice that you can see within range each regain hit points equal to 2d8 + your spellcasting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 3rd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 2nd.

2nd-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: 1 minute
You create a floating, spectral weapon within range that lasts for the duration or until you cast this spell again. When you cast the spell, you can make a melee spell attack against a creature within 5 feet of the weapon. On a hit, the target takes force damage equal to 1d8 + your spellcasting ability modifier.
As a bonus action on your turn, you can move the weapon up to 20 feet and repeat the attack against a creature within 5 feet of it.
The weapon can take whatever form you choose. Clerics of deities who are associated with a particular weapon (as St. Cuthbert is known for his mace and Thor for his hammer) make this spell’s effect resemble that weapon.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 3rd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d8 for every two slot levels above the 2nd.
Personality Trait: Optimist - Nothing can shake my optimistic attitude.
Personality Trait: Sheltered - I've spent so long in the temple that I have little practical experience dealing with people in the outside world.
Ideal: Change - We must help bring about the changes the gods are constantly working in the world. (Chaotic)
Bond: Priest (Dendarian) - I owe my life to the priest who took me in when my parents died.
Flaw: Trust Superiors - I put too much trust in those who wield power within my temple's hierarchy.

Background
From a young age, Athaclenna has felt a strong bond with Corellon Larethian, the great creator of the Elvish people. Her parents, while proud of her, thought that it was a simple phase that she was going through, but that all changed when the youthful Athaclenna came upon a injured faun in the woods with its hoof stuck in a hunter's trap. She begged her father to help her free the poor thing, and after her relentless badgering wore him down, he agreed. With her father using his strength to pull the jaws of the trap open, Athaclenna knelt down and pulled the hoof free. As she did, her hands cupped the broken leg and, with a soft prayer to Corellon, the injured leg was healed!

Upon their return home to Grovetall Town, Clenna's father went to the local chapel and discussed the event with the priest. The old cleric, Dendarian, expressed his desire to take the little girl with him to a larger temple hidden away in the heart of the forest. Despite witnessing the divine healing performed by his daughter, her father was hesitant to entrust his youngest child to the service of the gods.

For several years, Dendarian continued to bring up the thought of having Clenna journey with him to the temple and see Corellon's High Priestess, but every time this was mentioned, her father said no. If things had not changed, Athaclenna probably would have ended up becoming a merchant like her family. At the age of twenty five, the divine prodigy was at home while her parents were out on a trading expedition and word came back that both her mother and father had been killed in a raid.

Athaclenna was in shock at the news. Where would she go? What would she do with her life now? She turns to her lifelong friend, E'Lania Treeance. The half-elf woman has been a friend of her parents since before she was born, but looked more like she was Clenna's sister, and not old enough to be her mother many times over. As she cried in her arms, E'Lania comforted the much younger elf, and suggested that this would be the right time to follow her own path, and to go see Dendarian.

The elder priest took her under his wing, and once more tells her how he feels that it was her true destiny to become an acolyte of the great god Corellon, and if his suspicions were correct, the High Priestess would be able to show her the way of being a voice of the divine. Finally, she agreed to travel with the old cleric and see what lay ahead of her now.

For the next seventy five years, Clenna served in the chapel of her small town of Grovetall Town, and eventually the pain of losing her family faded away and was replaced with the joy of meeting her true calling in the service of Corellon. It was during a session of fasting and prayer that she had a sudden vision that her time in the temple was coming to an end, and it was now time to venture forth into the world and bring the light and word of Corellon to her people.

Along with E'Lania, the two set out to see the world, each one on a great quest: for Athaclenna to see to the needs of the faithful, and E'Lania to keep her young charge out of trouble!

D. Rex · Jun 1, 2019

Name: Zu
Race: Aarakocra, Sparrow
Class: Rogue

Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Syranita
Background: Outlander, (Knight of Aeros)

Age: 5
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 76lbs

Attributes
Str: 8 -1
Dex: 17 +3
Con: 12 +1
Int: 13 +1
Wis: 14 +2
Cha: 10

Saving Throws
Str: -1
*Dex: +5
Con: +1
*Int: +3
Wis: +2
Cha: 0

Level: 3
Xp: 1,100 / 2,700

Hit Points: 21
Hit Dice: 1d8+1 (3)

Movement
Walking: 25ft
Flying: 50ft

Armor Class: 15
Initiative: +3
Proficiency: +2
Passive Perception: 14
Passive Investigation: 11
Passive Insight: 12

Number of Attacks: 1

Special abilities
Talons: 1d4-1
Flying
Sneak attack: 2d6
Cunning Action: Bonus action each turn to hide, disengage, or dash.
Fast Hands: Can use cunning action to make sleight of hand check, use thieves tools to disarm trap or open lock, or use object.
Thieves Cant: Thieves Language
Second Story Work: Climbing costs no extra movement. Jump + DeX modifier in ft (3ft).

Zee Rapier: +5 to hit, 1d8+3, Finesse, Light
Dagger: +5 to hit, 1d4+3 Finesse, Light, Thrown
Dagger: +5 to hit, 1d4+3 Finesse, Light, Thrown
Shortbow: +5 to hit, 1d6+3 (20 arrows)

Studded Leather Armor: AC 12, +3 Dex, Light
Skills
*Acrobatics +5 (Dex)
Animal Handling +2 (Wis +2)
Arcana +1 (Int +1)
*Athletics +1 (Str -1, Proficiency +2)
Deception +0 (Cha +0)
History +1 (Int +1)
Insight +2 (Wis +2)
Intimidation +0 (Cha +0)
Investigation +1 (Int +1)
Medicine +2 (Wis +2)
Nature +1 (Int +1)
*Perception +4 (Wis +2, Proficiency +2)
Performance +0 (Cha 0)
Persuasion +0 (Cha 0)
Religion +1 (Int +1)
*Sleight of Hand +5 (Dex +3, Proficiency +2)
** Stealth +7 (Dex +3, Expertise +4)
*Survival +4 (Wis +2, Proficiency +2)

Passive Perception: 14

Languages: Common, Aarakocra, Auran, Primordial

Other Proficiencies
Thieves Tools: +7 (Dex+3, expertise +4)
Instruments: Lyre
Weapons: Crossbow, Hand, Longsword, Rapier, Shortsword, Simple Weapons
Armor: Light Armor

Special Abilities
Talons: Unarmed strikes deal 1d4 -1 slashing damage on a hit.

Flying: Flying speed of 50ft

Class Archetype: Thief

Sneak Attack (Special)
Once per turn, you can deal an extra 2d6 damage to one creature you hit with an attack with a finesse or ranged weapon if you have advantage on the attack roll. You don’t need advantage on the attack roll if another enemy of the target is within 5 ft. of it, that enemy isn’t incapacitated, and you don’t have disadvantage on the attack roll.

Cunning Action
You can take a bonus action on each of your turns to take the Dash, Disengage, or Hide action.

Fast Hands
You can use the bonus action granted by your Cunning Action to make a Sleight of Hand check, use your thieves’ tools to disarm a trap or open a lock, or take the Use an Object action.

Thieves’ Cant
During your rogue training you learned thieves’ cant, a secret mix of dialect, jargon, and code that allows you to hide messages in seemingly normal conversation. Only another creature that knows thieves’ cant understands such messages. It takes four times longer to convey such a message than it does to speak the same idea plainly.

In addition, you understand a set of secret signs and symbols used to convey short, simple messages, such as whether an area is dangerous or the territory of a thieves’ guild, whether loot is nearby, or whether the people in an area are easy marks or will provide a safe house for thieves on the run.

Second-Story Work
When you choose this archetype at 3rd level, you gain the ability to climb faster than normal; climbing no longer costs you extra movement.

In addition, when you make a running jump, the distance you cover increases by a number of feet equal to your Dexterity modifier.
Current Cash: 69 gp, 10 sp, 0 cp

Equipment
Acid Vial
Backpack
Bag of Ball Bearings (1000)
Bell
Block and Tackle
Bag of Caltrops (20)
Candle
Chalk (1 piece)
Travellers Clothes
Crowbar
Fishing Tackle
Hammer
Pouch (2)
Hooded Lantern
Bag of Sand
Mirror, Steel
Oil Flask (5)
Pitons (10)
Rations (1 day)
Hempen Rope (50ft)
String (10)
Tinderbox
Thieves Tools
Waterskin

Dagger (2)
Zee Rapier
Studded Leather Armor
Short bow
Quiver of Arrows (20)
Personality Trait: I’m always picking things up, absently fiddling with them, and sometimes accidentally breaking them.

Personality Trait: Despite my noble birth, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood.

Ideal: Independence. I must prove that I can handle myself without the coddling of my family. (Chaotic)

Bond: I suffer awful visions of a coming disaster and will do anything to prevent it.

Flaw: I can’t help but pocket loose coins and other trinkets I come across.

Background:

The Aarakocra, a race of birdfolk native to the Elemental Plane of Air... yet, some have made their home in the material plane, for one reason or another.

The Community of Siik'tau has one such reason. To serve and assist a vaati they call the Stormsinger Princess. Princess Nix is one of the only vaati of the wendeam caste remaining in the material world. The wendeam were never looked well upon by brethren in the Elemental Plane, but they had tasked themselves with the track and protection of the pieces of a powerful relic that stopped a calamity long ago. So long ago it has been relegated to myths and legends.

Princess Nix has not forgotten her duty, even after many of her kin have done just that.

Many years ago, she set up an outpost where do her duties, with the assistance of a group of aarakocra that were honored to serve her. This outpost eventually became the nest of Siik'Tau, a small community that was blessed with a peaceful life under her law and wisdom.

And among them, she chose one from each of the nests noble families to be her retainers. Seven in total. Each with their own specialties, they became the Knights of Aeros. They answer directly to her, and are her hands and her eyes. To either protect the nest, or to be sent across the land to locate pieces of the artifact or stop one who might abuse it.

Yet lately, the powers of Princess Nix has been waning. And it unclear why, now more than ever the Knights must step up and help their Sovereign. Something wrong is fouling the winds, and they must discover what.

Siik'tau itself will be fine in their absence. The nest is woven on the tallest peak of the coastal spires of Darta'nion Bay. Along with its isolation, Princess Nix remains to see that it is protected.

Little Zu was born to the noble Zee family. Fathered by the illustrious Ziir, one of the seven Knights of Aeros. Zu was his only offspring, and just as Zu was proud of his father, Ziir was proud of his son.

It was a happy and peaceful life, but even before his first year, Zu knew he was destined to follow in the footsteps of his father. As a chick he did his best to train, swinging around twigs and sneaking around the nest. Sneaking off with bits and baubbles like he was procuring pieces of Rod of Law itself.

Alas, it would not be for another year until his father saw fit to begin his training in earnest. At the young age of 2, Zu tackled this with duty and youthful vigor. Determined to be a worthy successor and to make the Princess proud.

The Zee family style was unique among the other Knights. The Zee family were of a smaller breed of aarakocra, and took advantage of such limitations. They employed agility and guile, reliant on their dexterity and small size. As the Knights of their family were famous for their skill in scouting and subterfuge, but their skills with the blade were no less impressive. Altogether this became the Zeethrondo, the style of the hummingbird. It was a style that young Zu learned with passion.

But that was not the only training he had to go through. Knights of Aeros are expected to travel, to be prepared for any region it might take them. As such, Zu learned the arts of survival in the untamed lands. How to fend for himself in the wild.

Three more years pass, an adult now, Zu kept diligent to his training. The past year he did his father much, nor the other Knights. Strange things were being talked about in the world outside. The knights have been kept busy as well.

On one particular Knight, a dream came to him. So vivid that he could smell it as he watched the scene. It was something he could barely describe. The sky cracked, and wind became still. Clouds became a sickly greygreen and formed like thin infected veins that spread out over their domain. He watched as something fell out of the sky, he was not sure what... as he woke up.

Zu went to the Princess. And told her of this dream. She was concerned, as it fell in line with things she too has scene, and this all but confirmed to her that these dreams were a sign of something more.

Two months later, Ziir had fallen to a Roc who threatened the nest. He suffered from a broken wing, the bones shattered beyond repair. Needless to say, retirement was forced on him. And Zu, his successor, was called to take his place.

There was little fanfare for the occasion, as soon as Zu was named a Knight of Aeros, the Princess summoned them all. She informed them that her powers were waning and that she did not know why. She spoke to them of her visions, and the visions brought to her by others. She told them she could feel the winds were growing ill and was becoming more concerned with every passing moon.

It was time to find out why. Four Knights she sent to check on the pieces of ancient relic that was shattered long ago, to see if their visions may have anything to do with a return of Miska the Wolf-Spider. The demon that the rod once slain.

The other three Knights, she sent off to see what they could find on their own. To scout the land, and to see if if such premonitions and omens are occurring elsewhere, and to help if able. Zu, the youngest and greenest of the Knights of Aeros, was among this group.

They were dismissed, and over the next day they prepared for their journey. They decided to go off in seven directions.

This was Zu's first mission, and while he was the smallest of them... he was determined to show the others that he was worthy. While the other knights did not look down on him, he refused to let them down.

BnemonicDevice · Jun 1, 2019

Name: Unit B3-TL-Y
Alias: Bentley
Race: Warforged Juggernaut
Class: Cleric

Age: 1,450,789 ~~Claims only to be 89 years of age.~~
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 385 Lbs

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Dol Arrah, of the Sovereign Host
Background: Criminal

Str: 15 +4 Modifier, +4 Saving Throw
Dex: 10 +0 Modifier, +0 Saving Throw
Con: 15 +3 Modifier +3 Saving Throw
Int: 10 +0 Modifier, +0 Saving Throw
Wis: 15 +3 Modifier, +5 Saving Throw
Cha: 6 +0 Modifier, +2 Saving Throw

Level: 3
Experience: 1,100 / 2,700

Hit Points: 27
Hit Dice: 3d8

Armor Class: 18
Initiative: -2
Proficiency: +2
Passive Perception: 12
Walking Speed: 30ft

Race Features

You were created to have remarkable fortitude, represented by the following benefits.

You have advantage on saving throws against being poisoned, and you have resistance to poison damage.
You are immune to disease.
You don’t need to eat, drink, or breathe.
You don’t need to sleep and don’t suffer the effects of exhaustion due to lack of rest, and magic can’t put you to sleep.

When you make an unarmed strike, you can deal 1d4 + your Strength modifier bludgeoning damage instead of the normal damage.

You count as one size larger when determining your carrying capacity and the weight you can push, drag, or lift.

When you take a long rest, you must spend at least six hours in an inactive, motionless state, rather than sleeping. In this state, you appear inert, but it doesn’t render you unconscious, and you can see and hear as normal.

Your body has built-in defensive layers, which determine your armor class. You gain no benefit from wearing armor, but if you are using a shield, you apply its bonus as normal.
You can alter your body to enter different defensive modes; each time you finish a long rest, choose one mode to adopt from the Integrated Protection table, provided you meet the mode’s prerequisite.

Mode	Prerequisite	Effects
Darkwood Core (unarmored)	None	11 + your Dexterity modifier (add proficiency bonus if proficient with light armor)
Composite Plating (armor)	Medium armor proficiency	13 + your Dexterity modifier (maximum of 2) + your proficiency bonus.
Heavy Plating (armor)	Heavy armor proficiency	16 + your proficiency bonus; disadvantage on Dexterity (Stealth) checks.

Class Features

Spellcasting Ability: Wisdom
Save Spell DC: 12
Spell Attack Bonus: +4

War Priest:

From 1st level, your god delivers bolts of inspiration to you while you are engaged in battle. When you use the Attack action, you can make one weapon attack as a bonus action.

You can use this feature a number of times equal to your Wisdom modifier (a minimum of once). You regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

At 2nd level, you gain the ability to channel divine energy directly from your deity, using that energy to fuel magical effects. You start with two such effects: Turn Undead and an effect determined by your domain. Some domains grant you additional effects as you advance in levels, as noted in the domain description.

When you use your Channel Divinity, you choose which effect to create. You must then finish a short or long rest to use your Channel Divinity again.

Some Channel Divinity effects require saving throws. When you use such an effect from this class, the DC equals your cleric spell save DC.

War Domain - Guided Strike

Starting at 2nd level, you can use your Channel Divinity to strike with supernatural accuracy. When you make an attack roll, you can use your Channel Divinity to gain a +10 bonus to the roll. You make this choice after you see the roll, but before the DM says whether the attack hits or misses.

Warforged Quirk: Oratory Analysis

This unit has a habit of thinking out loud. Combined with their ability to express emotions, they will have to constantly go back and forth between its analytical mode of thinking and its emotional mode of thinking, and cannot effectively perform the two at the same time.

Str: 15 +4 Modifier, +4 Saving Throw
Dex: 10 +0 Modifier, +0 Saving Throw
Con: 15 +3 Modifier +3 Saving Throw
Int: 10 +0 Modifier, +0 Saving Throw
Wis: 15 +3 Modifier, +5 Saving Throw
Cha: 6 +0 Modifier, +2 Saving Throw

+0 Acrobatics (Dex)
+3 Animal Handling (Wis)
+0 Arcana (Int)
+3 Athletics (Str)
+2 Deception (Cha, Proficiency +2)
+2 History (Int, Proficiency +2)
+3 Insight (Wis)
+0 Intimidation (Cha)
+0 Investigation (Int)
+3 Medicine (Wis)
+0 Nature (Int)
+3 Perception (Wis)
+0 Performance (Cha)
+0 Persuasion (Cha)
+2 Religion (Int, Proficiency +2)
+0 Sleight of Hand (Dex)
+2 Stealth (Dex, Proficiency +2)
+3 Survival (Wis)

Passive Perception: 13

Other Proficiencies
Weapons: Simple Weapons, Martial Weapons
Armor: Heavy Armor, Light Armor, Medium Armor, Shields
Tools: Dragonchess and Thieves' Tools

Languages: Common
Adventuring Gear

a crowbar
a set of dark common clothes including a hood
a belt pouch containing 140 GP
a Backpack
a Blanket
10 candles
a Tinderbox
an alms box
2 blocks of incense
a censer
vestments
2 days of Rations
a Waterskin.

Trinket - A coprolite

Weaponry

Warhammer - 1d8 Bludgeoning (1d10 Versatile)
Quarter Staff - 1d6 Bludgeoning (1d8 Versatile)

Armor

a Shield (+2 to AC when equipped)

Emblem (Holy Symbol) - Spell Casting Focus
Spell DC 12, Spell Attack +4
Cantrips

Necromancy cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
You touch a living creature that has 0 hit points. The creature becomes stable. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.

Evocation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, M (a firefly or phosphorescent moss)
Duration: 1 hour
You touch one object that is no larger than 10 feet in any dimension. Until the spell ends, the object sheds bright light in a 20-foot radius and dim light for an additional 20 feet. The light can be colored as you like. Completely covering the object with something opaque blocks the light. The spell ends if you cast it again or dismiss it as an action.
If you target an object held or worn by a hostile creature, that creature must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw to avoid the spell.

Transmutation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 minute
Range: Touch
Components: V, S, M (two lodestones)
Duration: Instantaneous
This spell repairs a single break or tear in an object you touch, such as a broken chain link, two halves of a broken key, a torn cloak, or a leaking wineskin. As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, you mend it, leaving no trace of the former damage.
This spell can physically repair a magic item or construct, but the spell can’t restore magic to such an object.

Evocation cantrip
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
Flame-like radiance descends on a creature that you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 1d8 radiant damage. The target gains no benefit from cover for this saving throw.
The spell’s damage increases by 1d8 when you reach 5th level (2d8), 11th level (3d8), and 17th level (4d8).

First Level Spells
Spell Slots: 4

1st-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: 1 round
A flash of light streaks toward a creature of your choice within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 4d6 radiant damage, and the next attack roll made against this target before the end of your next turn has advantage, thanks to the mystical dim light glittering on the target until then.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 1st.

Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M (a drop of blood)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
Up to three creatures of your choice that you can see within range must make Charisma saving throws. Whenever a target that fails this saving throw makes an attack roll or a saving throw before the spell ends, the target must roll a d4 and subtract the number rolled from the attack roll or saving throw.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, you can target one additional creature for each slot level above 1st.

1st-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S
Duration: Instantaneous
A creature you touch regains a number of hit points equal to 1d8 + your spellcasting ability modifier. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the healing increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 1st.

1st-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: 1 round
A flash of light streaks toward a creature of your choice within range. Make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 4d6 radiant damage, and the next attack roll made against this target before the end of your next turn has advantage, thanks to the mystical dim light glittering on the target until then.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 1st.

1st-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: Self
Components: V, S
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
Your prayer empowers you with divine radiance. Until the spell ends, your weapon attacks deal an extra 1d4 radiant damage on a hit.

1st-level abjuration
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S, M (a small parchment with a bit of holy text written on it)
Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes
A shimmering field appears and surrounds a creature of your choice within range, granting it a +2 bonus to AC for the duration.

Second Level Spells
Spell Slots: 2

2nd-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 bonus action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: 1 minute
You create a floating, spectral weapon within range that lasts for the duration or until you cast this spell again. When you cast the spell, you can make a melee spell attack against a creature within 5 feet of the weapon. On a hit, the target takes force damage equal to 1d8 + your spellcasting ability modifier.
As a bonus action on your turn, you can move the weapon up to 20 feet and repeat the attack against a creature within 5 feet of it.
The weapon can take whatever form you choose. Clerics of deities who are associated with a particular weapon (as St. Cuthbert is known for his mace and Thor for his hammer) make this spell’s effect resemble that weapon.
At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 3rd level or higher, the damage increases by 1d8 for every two slot levels above the 2nd.
Background: Criminal
Specialty: Enforcer

You have a reliable and trustworthy contact who acts as your liaison to a network of other criminals. You know how to get messages to and from your contact, even over great distances; specifically, you know the local messengers, corrupt caravan masters, and seedy sailors who can deliver messages for you.

Personality Trait: I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me.
Personality Trait: I would rather make a new friend than a new enemy.
Ideal: Honor - I don't steal from others in the trade.
Bond: I'm guilty of a terrible crime; blaspheme against the Church who raised me.
Flaw: An innocent person is in prison for a crime that I committed. I’m okay with that.

Background

Eons ago, the Goddess Dol Arrah began constructing Warforged Warriors to protect herself when her creation first took root. Thought of to be a child of the betrayed Dragon Lord: Dularanahk, Dol Arrah had to go into hiding. Wherever her hiding place may be, this unit does not remember, because their memories only go back so far. However, if ever questioned upon, the Warforged may spend time reminiscing of events several millennia prior, given enough time of course.

One of the highlights of this compendium of the ages that this unit possess is a legendary fight between Dol Arrah and the Mockery, once known as Dol Azur. They were godly sibling, quarreling over how to avenge Dularanahk. Dol Azur claimed that the time is ripe to permit justice to prevail against the lords who betrayed their father. However his counterpart proclaimed that there is no justice in revenge, only perpetual bloodshed.

"Dear sister, you betray your nature. Aren't you worshiped for your patronizing of justice and righteousness?" Dol Azur quipped.

"You spoil my Vassals, brother. I promote the goodness of all creatures, who understand that in quarrels there are winners and losers," Dol Azur remarked.

"If you're so insistent that all creatures can make the right choices, let us make a bet..." Dol Azur offered.

He pointed to one of the Warforged Soldiers that she had at her disposal, "Grant one of your toys the will to think for themselves and to express and comprehend emotion. If this intelligent summation of gears and bolts can discern of itself its nature and the ability to tell good from evil, I will yield. As it would prove your claim.

However... if this creature decides to tap into its instincts, like I have foretold, and has realized the futility of its existence, then you must assist me in our revenge plot."

"The game seems mostly balanced towards me, as it is my construct and it is my ability to grant it such powers. What makes it fair for you?" she asked.

A mistake was made with those words. Smiling, the Mocking God said,

"I will impart my own gift, so that this toy won't follow your will. One of the many vices of the creatures of this land, and especially in humans, is one's avarice. Everyone wants something. Power, money, fame, glory. But also to live, to self preserve, to know, to be satisfied with one's being. Curiosity is the proper word for unsatisfied knowledge. By giving it practical free will, I see no way that any part of this game is unfair to either of us."

So they agreed to have the bet. They did not care how long this would take, and they kept eyes on this singular creature, the lucky Warforged that got stuck in the middle of everything. After all, to a God, a millennia in their eyes is a just a couple minutes at best. They cast him to the material world, engraving on his body 2 emblems, each representing the two Gods that played this game.

Bentley woke up in the city streets, playing bouncer to a tavern, juxtaposed as a headquarters for a crime syndicate of which he was contracted for. He did not care that what they were doing was unlawful, for they had gotten away with it. To him, he did not understand the complex ideas of morality and why it is wrong to steal. The mafia that he served under trafficked slaves, drugs, contraband, whatever you can think of. He saw it as alright, as the people he served under were honest to him, at least. After all, what's a robot gonna do? The mafia won these possessions, and it seemed right that they are able to use them as they see fit, as they are more capable in acquiring and maintaining them than whoever they took them from.

He was treated as family, or well... his perception of a family. They thought him odd as a Warforged who could articulate himself emotionally, but they ignored his capability to process feelings. They wore facades of kindness towards him, and he couldn't realize it. They treated his attempts at empathy as child-like, cute to them even. How dare does this droid maintain free will and expression? They are simply no different than a construct! He could not read the room and determine this vile truth. Nonetheless, he served on faithfully.

However, this easy life he had, of butchering the undesirables and standing there in an intimidating manner at the door, came soon to an end. A local order was commissioned to put an end to the tyranny of the syndicate. The Order of Sovereign Host. It was a small time mission for them, and the syndicate could not withstand the glory of justice. However, as soon as a paladin came upon the Warforged, his engravings were immediately recognized.

"Ah, a vassal you must be. Do not worry, I won't hurt you," he remarked. The Paladin signaled that Bentley was one of them, and so as he stood still, he watched as the grisly scene played on. Blood splattered, cries rang out. It was a sloppy job by the order, but it was ordered well done.

For the first time, water streamed out of the eyes of the Warforged. This was his family, his caretakers, the people who he had spent time with. The Paladins ignored his wails as they continued on, exacting justice. He went into his Sentry's Rest, tears streaming down his face throughout the ordeal. He was taken to a room in the Order's Temple, where he was reintroduced to the Sovereign Host.

He spent his time asking why his "home," was sacked in such a manner. Of course, they explained about how they were criminals who were to be dealt with, and faced the divine punishment of Dol Arrah! But he didn't understand why they were so bad. After all, he thought they were winners of the campaigns that they frequented. The Paladins looked in shock, at how Bentley described how prizes were meant to be used by the victors as how they see fit, and that referees like the Order shouldn't be involved!

"This cannot be, what nonsense! Those are words of a criminal!'

"It is corrupted, may the Hosts grant it peace."

"Restrain it, we must cleanse it of its filth."

They drew their weapons as to silence the Warforged Cleric. Time stood still for that momment, and to his surprise, a few voices rang out in his head.

"The game cannot end here dear sister,"

"Agreed. While I cannot tolerate such blasphemy, it has not reached its own conclusions yet,"

"So what do you plan to do?"

The floor under the Warforged creaked and buckled, the presence of heavy juggernaut caused the floor to give out, causing him to crash into the daily Church Services. Seeing this as his opportunity, he started to make a run for it. His immense size and build could not be held down by the Clerics efforts, or perhaps they weren't supposed to in any manner. Who knows? Divine intervention is a tricky lady.

He ran towards an ally of the mafia family of which he served under.

"Help me, I'm being chased by the order! Can you shelter me?" he asked.

"We are not fools, we know you betrayed your family for that very same order," a grunt replied. "Throw him out!"

He could not clear up this misunderstanding in time, and had to leave the city perimeter.

Under the crimes of blasphemy. and disloyalty to the family, this unit runs endlessly, seeking shelter where it can be found, taking what he can to survive. He still fails to understand it all, and as a renegade, will he figure it all out?

Idea · Jun 1, 2019

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E'Lania Treeance

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  Age/Gender: 745 Years-Old ~~Little~~ ~~Hag~~ Lady
  Height/Weight: 3' 8'' / 34ibs
  Languages: Common, Elvish, Draconic, Dwarvish, Sylvan
  More Appearance Details: Golden Hair, Blue Eyes, Appearance of a Small Child about 7 or 8 years old, short yet slender. Wears clearly finely woven elven clothing, proper of her status as the eldest of her town and a member of the council.
  
  Proficiency Bonus: +2
  Hit Points: 22
  Hit Dice: 3d6
  Armor Class: 12
  Innitiative: 2
  Speed: 30
  Passive Perception: 9
  SpellCasting Ability: Charisma/ Intelligence
  Spellsave DC: 13
  Spell Attack Bonus: 5
  
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  6
  [/div]Athletics: -2[/div] [div class=stripe style="background-color:white"][div class=circle]
  Dex
  14
  [/div]Acrobatics: +2|Sleight of Hand: +2|Stealth: +2[/div] [div class=stripe style="background-color:white"][div class=circle style="background-color:green;color:white;"]
  Cons
  14
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  Int
  16
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  Arcana: +5|History: +5|Investigation: +5|Nature: +5|Religion: +3
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  Wis
  8
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  Animal Handling: -1|Insight:-1|Medicine: -1|Perception:-1|Survival: -1
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  Char
  16
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  Deception: +3|Intimidation: +5|Performance: +3|Persuation: +3
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  Alignment:
  True Neutral
  
  Personality Traits:
  *Compulsive Researcher- Maybe it's out of force of habit, maybe I'm just that curious a person, but I can't help myself when it comes to my drive to learn more about ticks, how they work, what makes them tick, especially if advances my goals. I do have breaks when things get too risky, but otherwise I'm taking every opportunity to learn more about things. You never know when nor where a clue about something you actually want to know about might show up!
  
  *Ancient- Having become more reclusive as the centuries passed, I may be just a tiny tiny bit out of touch with modern times. I often find myself using ancient dialect or expecting old-fashioned things (namely when it comes to medicine) and can still bear great curiosity towards all the nifty new ways civilization has advanced.
  
  *Goal-Oriented- I am someone who has clear goals and I am willing to persevere in my quest to achieve those goals. I have had a lot of time to think of things like priorities, and so I know I have mine quite well-defined.
  
  Ideal:
  *Life is life. It is one's duty to preserve it, and if that doesn't get in the way, preserving that of others. Undeath is just not being dead anymore. You still died. I will find a way that I will not die, ever, in any way.
  
  *You are what you earn to be. Even when nobody can see it, you are still changed by what you do- but don't think others won't notice as well. They just pretend not to sometimes. So work for to the best of what you want to become.
  
  Bonds:
  *Grovetall Town- I may be reclusive, but one cannot help becoming attached to a place they live in for over half a millenia, nor to the people they've seen grow up since infants. In a sense, I fee like the whole town's mother or grandmother. No, definitely mother.
  
  *Quest for Immortality- It was my father's research that set me up to complete it and end my aging. My father gave his life for mine, and his work lives through it as well. Everything I have achieved, become, and succeeded, it was all because I was alive. And I intend to keep it that way. I shall become a true immortal one day. Nomatter what.
  
  Flaws:
  *Single-Minded- I am the kind of person who tunnel visions when they find a goal. I gain and lose interest in things pretty easily, depending on whether I feel they are advancing my purpose or not, and paradoxically it seems like I always focus only on a singular thing, to the point of sometimes becoming oblivious to the well-being of others or even my own.
  
  *Protective Paranoia- I was told I'd get used to seeing death. That I'd wish for my own. Neither of those came true to me. Yet I have seen plenty of death, and though I haven't aged a day, I'm as close to it as ever. Can you blame me for a little white lie so we don't put ourselves in any more danger than we need to? We could be killed!
  
  *Detachment- I am a little insenstive at times, as I find it hard to relate to a lot of people for their problems seem far too fleeting to me and grew up in such different cultures. I may seem out of place among people, become merciless when angered or just be unable to comprehend that I've done something hurtful. Honestly, it sometimes makes me feel quite lonely, being like this.
  
  Background: (Sage -Modified-)
  
  E'Lania was born the daughter of an elven alchemist and a human merchant. The merchant's family was afflicted by a curse caused by a previous incident in their bloodline pertaining to the shadowfell. However, it was in their search for a way of ridding themselves of it that the family found many of the secrets that would come to lead them to prominence, and which first caught the eye of Gaviãn Treeance, prodigal elven alchemist who had come to study at the same university as the daughter of the Tappester group. At first it was simple intellectual curiosity and exploring magic and alchemy together, but it came to evolve into love. From that union came to be born E'Lania, and she would give no end of troubles to her parents.
  
  Eventually, however, the time to say goodbye came. Gaviãn knew his village would never approve of his relationship with that human woman, they had only even permitted him coming to human lands to study on account of his talent as an alchemist. Dalila Tappester was likewise unable to simply stay: She lived as a peddler, as was the policy of her family for those yet to prove themselves among their ranks. E'Lania was as such no more than 4 years old when she parted from her mother and went home to her father ears covered by a hoodie and false ears out of wax.
  
  There was always the risk of the ears falling off or seeming fake, but her father made sure to prepare counter-measures. As little kids, elves were closer to humans than when they grew up, so he used his alchemic knowledge to produce transmuter's stones that would restore E'lania's youth continually. He made occasional trips with her too, visiting dwarf mountains, human cities and even the village of a lizardman he'd befriended, all so people would notice E'Lania's youthfulness less and question it less. It was during those travels that E'Lania discovered her magic as a sorcerer and happily practiced with it. Her father noted that it had odd effects on her though, and insisted she use it more sparingly.
  
  He knew though, that the farse couldn't last forever. People were starting to wonder why E'lania seemed to not only not age as a kid normally would, but in fact almost seem younger than she was before. In desperation, her father left the town in search of a way to ammend the situation, leaving his daughter behind with a trusted friend. His friend, learning of E'Lania's nature as a sorceror, decided to train her on her talents rather than research instead.
  
  In parallel she too praticed, both her magic and the magic her father had laid out on his research. Of course, she was nothing like her father in terms of what she could do with her magic, but she did try to pratice with her father's transmutation stones, unknowing of how valuable they truly were. One day though, she received news of her father's severed arm being found floating in the river. An investigation was sent out while E'lania grieved her father's loss. In her grief, wishing more than ever for the life of her father, her sorcerous magic triggered like it never had before, summoning a twilight of magic into a transmutation stone that caused it to shrink and shrivel, like a bloomed flower suddenly rotting in moments. It was like obsidian and cole alike now. But there was no time to ponder about things, as the noise caused people to come to her aid...only to find E'lania with her ears uncovered. And even that shock wouldn't get a chance to last.
  
  Scouts returned sooner than expected, carrying E'Lanias father who had warned them of an incoming undead horde, not two days away. It had showed up out of nowhere and was headed straight for their village. People began setting traps, trying to gather their things to evacuate, others panicked and just started trying to run immediately. E'Lania was one of the ones who ended up staying behind, stubbornly hiding in her wish to keep her father's research safe, and also out of fear of the other villagers who might come for her. As a matter of fact, some did, blaming her existence for the invading dreadhorde. Many others who had stayed though weren't so lucky as to have an underground place to hide. There were the pious, those who simply couldn't leave on their own or had been abandoned, those who stood to fight and so on. E'lania wanted to keep her father's work safe, but she couldn't just abandon the village she lived in! She knew she couldn't fight, so instead she decided to help people find shelter in the face of the oncoming invasion. Her father might be dead soon. dead She was now certain she hated that word more than any other. She went out in search, ignored what was thrown at her, use what little magic she had to distract the undead and get away with people as best she could, many wouldn't even want to come, she wouldn't force them, but she would try protecting their children at least. She even offered people to come to her precious lab with all the memories and work of her father, she helped move the sick, hide those she could, until she found herself caught by the undead.
  
  She thought it was the end, but unlike how things usually went, she wasn't killed right away. Instead, she was brought before the lich. The powerful being had sense intense and powerful magic in the village, one of the kind he liked. He demanded E'lania gave up the transmutation stone she had accidentally altered. Frigthened, the little girl protested, stumped her foot, tried to lie and negotiate, whatever she could, though she knew she was ony denying the inevitable. Resigning to what had to be her inevitable fate, she swallowed the stone to get back at the lich. It was bitter like nothing she had ever tasted, like poisonous ashes in her mouth, and down her throat. But still with the sweet taste of victory.
  
  The lich revealed the stone to be a tool of immortality, a step closer to it, neveraging magic, a blessing of the shadowfell. They swore to tear E'lania apart and take the stone from her very stomach, but that was when the heroes who would defeat the lich arrived, and did exactly that. The village was saved, though the damage dealt to it was no joke. Some in the elven village had even died...twice, once as people and once as undead. It was the most horrible thing E'Lania had ever seen, and given the timing, she knew that those undead had been responsible for what happened to her father. She wanted nothing more than to destroy... yet she was received with praise by the elvish village that she had helped keep safe, in her own way. She let those thoughts of chasing after the invaders be drowned out by the happiness of being able to return to her father.
  
  Of course, things weren't fine from the getgo. Many still blamed her and her father for what happened to the village. Some were suspicious of the lich having pulled E'lania over instead of killing her. To hide the facts about the shadowfell, and in her own hatred for it, for many decades E'lania would not use a single spell as a sorcerer, but only through her studies as a wizard. She was picked on by those who still hated or feared her...but cheered for those who accepted her for her good deeds. Her father in particular was there for her, even during the toughest times, and taught her to deal with the fact that she would never again age and to prize that life she had acquired. He passed on shortly after, that day marking the shift in her standing with the village, perhaps out of pity, being given a true chance to prove she deserved a place among them.
  
  Over time, she was able to establish herself better among the elves and even travelled a bit. She helped out some people she encountered, including the chief of the lizardmen tribe she had met with her father, whose village chief she came to save. She would also come to take on a couple disciples in her days (though one grew bored and left) and briefly stopped by a random location to explain convenient information to a group of passing adventurers. She still questions the purpose of that last one to this day, but would happily do it again for the generous payment in books.
  
  Some 200 years prior to the present day, E'Lania took up a project of studying a robot in her attempts to research real immortality, believing the warforged's body to potentially contain hidden clues about it. She got the inspiration after meeting Bentley ( BnemonicDevice ) in one of her last expeditions out of her town. The robot, it seemed, was lost and came to reveal to be on the run. E'Lania proposed giving them shelter in return for the right to experiment on them. The robot ended up agreeing after a small discussion, and E'Lania pretended that it was a summon she conjured, which even further increased her standing in Grovetall.
  
  What at first was mere curiosity became a disappointment and opportunity alike. It was disappointing that the warforged were far from invencible or unkillable, so they wouldn't be the jumping point to completing her research. Furthermore, their means of immortality just weren't something she could bring to herself, even if she wasn't someone who'd achieved the same by other means. And yet, the more she grew to know Bentley, the more she realized he was probably the only person she ever met who would ever truly understand her plight of long-life. How remaining loyal to it was a burden she couldn't even share with anyone, for they would just pass away and leave her to carry it all on her own. She felt a connection to Bentley, as a potential long-life-long companion, which was why she was so heartbroken when the robot decided to leave. She of course allowed him to go, but after that became far more reclusive, almost never leaving even her home, much less go travel outside of town. At most, if she really needed something, she might briefly travel to a nearby city or something of the sort.
  
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  Today E'Lani is a member of the council of the elvish village that grew into an elvish town, Grovetall. Why she isn't officially a leader, her sheer age still gives her a great deal of influence among her community. Over time, she's become more and more reclusive in her research, growing into a full obsession with becoming immortal, fully and truly immortal. Her contacts are limited, so she is grateful to have had access to people like CHARACTERNAME ( Silanon ) who brought her information from the world outside her town, in return for her own learnings. Still, she has yet to hear any news of what became of her mother. She knows the woman was only human, so she is most definitely dead, but the last bits of information she was able to gather witnessed her mother weeping for her lost family, unknowing that E'Lani had in fact survived, and that she declared she had enough and would "settle down already".
  
  Recently, E'lani got involved with the affairs of the Gollana family, who often brought her supplies from the forest. She congratulated them on the new baby and grew curious when they mentioned her doing some extraordinary feats in the name of some deity. Little did she know that one day she would be visited by a man named Dendarian requesting certain products from E'lani. She gave them to the man for a pretty heft sum, and felt like bragging to the Gollanas, only to find that they had been killed in some kind of raid overnight.
  
  Guilt crushed E'lani, wondering if she had had any part in this result. She began to watch over their little daughter, Athaclenna ( Psychie ) as she was taken in by the temple, and tough she didn't interfiere she did come check up on the girl often. E'lani has also stayed at the temple rather recently once again after she caught a certain illness and nearly kicked the boot in those days. Having survived, E'lani knows sitting around shifting through books isn't going to solve the problem of finding immortality. Not fast enough anyway. She needs to go out and get that knowledge herself.
  
  And what best way to do it than by accompanying that little girl (Athaclenna, age 110) who is also on a journey?
  
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  Half-Elf:
  *Darkvision: Thanks to your elven heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
  *Fey Ancestry: You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.
  
  Sorcerer:
  Shadow Sorcerous Origin
  *Eyes of the Dark: From 1st level, you have darkvision with a range of 120 feet.
  *Strength of the Grave: Starting at 1st level, your existence in a twilight state between life and death makes you difficult to defeat. When damage reduces you to 0 hit points, you can make a Charisma saving throw (DC 5 + the damage taken). On a success, you instead drop to 1 hit point. You can't use this feature if you are reduced to 0 hit points by radiant damage or by a critical hit.
  
  After the saving throw succeeds, you can't use this feature again until you finish a long rest.
  
  Wizard:
  *Ritual Casting: You can cast a wizard spell as a ritual if that spell has the ritual tag and you have the spell in your spellbook. You don't need to have the spell prepared.
  *Spellbook:
  
  At 1st level, you have a spellbook containing six 1st-level wizard spells of your choice.
  
  The spells that you add to your spellbook as you gain levels reflect the arcane research you conduct on your own, as well as intellectual breakthroughs you have had about the nature of the multiverse. You might find other spells during your adventures. You could discover a spell recorded on a scroll in an evil wizard's chest, for example, or in a dusty tome in an ancient library.
  
  Copying a Spell into the Book. When you find a wizard spell of 1st level or higher, you can add it to your spellbook if it is of a level for which you have spell slots and if you can spare the time to decipher and copy it.
  Copying a spell into your spellbook involves reproducing the basic form of the spell, then deciphering the unique system of notation used by the wizard who wrote it. You must practice the spell until you understand the sounds or gestures required, then transcribe it into your spellbook using your own notation.
  For each level of the spell, the process takes 2 hours and costs 50 gp. The cost represents material components you expend as you experiment with the spell to master it, as well as the fine inks you need to record it. Once you have spent this time and money, you can prepare the spell just like your other spells.
  
  Replacing the Book. You can copy a spell from your own spellbook into another book-for example, if you want
  to make a backup copy of your spellbook. This is just like copying a new spell into your spellbook, but faster and easier, since you understand your own notation and already know how to cast the spell. You need spend only 1 hour and 10 gp for each level of the copied spell.
  If you lose your spellbook, you can use the same procedure to transcribe the spells that you have prepared into a new spellbook. Filling out the remainder of your spellbook requires you to find new spells to do so, as normal. For this reason, many wizards keep backup spellbooks in a safe place.
  
  Abjuration School
  *Abjuration Savant: Beginning when you select this school at 2nd level, the gold and time you must spend to copy a abjuration spell into your spellbook is halved.
  *Arcane Ward: Starting at 2nd level, you can weave magic around yourself for protection. When you cast an abjuration spell of 1st level or higher, you can simultaneously use a strand of the spell's magic to create a magical ward on yourself that lasts until you finish a long rest. The ward has hit points equal to twice your wizard level + your Intelligence modifier. Whenever you take damage, the ward takes the damage instead. If this damage reduces the ward to 0 hit points, you take any remaining damage.
  
  While the ward has 0 hit points, it can't absorb damage, but its magic remains. Whenever you cast an abjuration spell of 1st level or higher, the ward regains a number of hit points equal to twice the level of the spell.
  
  Once you create the ward, you can't create it again until you finish a long rest.
  
  Sage:
  *Specialty- Researcher
  *Researcher: When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an aDventure or even a whole campaign.
  
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  Proficiencies:
  Weapons - Daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows
  
  Skills - History, Arcana, Intimidation, Investigation, Nature
  
  Tools- Alchemist's Supplies
  
  Attacks:
  
  Quarterstaff (single hand) 1d6 bluedgeoning
  Quarterstaff (two hands) 1d8 bludgeoning
  Dagger 1d4 +4 piercing
  Dart (thrown) 1d4 +4 piercing (range 20/60)
  
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  Age/Gender: 745 Years-Old ~~Little~~ ~~Hag~~ Lady
  Height/Weight: 3' 8'' / 34ibs
  Languages: Common, Elvish, Draconic, Dwarvish, Sylvan
  More Appearance Details: Golden Hair, Blue Eyes, Appearance of a Small Child about 7 or 8 years old, short yet slender. Wears clearly finely woven elven clothing, proper of her status as the eldest of her town and a member of the council.
  
  Proficiency Bonus: +2
  Hit Points: 22
  Hit Dice: 3d6
  Armor Class: 12
  Innitiative: 2
  Speed: 30
  Passive Perception: 9
  SpellCasting Ability: Charisma/ Intelligence
  Spellsave DC: 13
  Spell Attack Bonus: 5
  
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  6
  
  Athletics: -2[/div] [div class=stripe2 style="background-color:white"][div class=circle]
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  14
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  Acrobatics: +2|Sleight of Hand: +2|Stealth: +2[/div] [div class=stripe2 style="background-color:white"][div class=circle style="background-color:green;color:white;"]
  Cons
  14
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  Int
  16
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  Arcana: +5|History: +5|Investigation: +5|Nature: +5|Religion: +3
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  8
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  Animal Handling: -1|Insight:-1|Medicine: -1|Perception:-1|Survival: -1
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  16
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  Deception: +3|Intimidation: +5|Performance: +3|Persuation: +3
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  Alignment:
  True Neutral
  
  Personality Traits:
  *Compulsive Researcher- Maybe it's out of force of habit, maybe I'm just that curious a person, but I can't help myself when it comes to my drive to learn more about ticks, how they work, what makes them tick, especially if advances my goals. I do have breaks when things get too risky, but otherwise I'm taking every opportunity to learn more about things. You never know when nor where a clue about something you actually want to know about might show up!
  
  *Ancient- Having become more reclusive as the centuries passed, I may be just a tiny tiny bit out of touch with modern times. I often find myself using ancient dialect or expecting old-fashioned things (namely when it comes to medicine) and can still bear great curiosity towards all the nifty new ways civilization has advanced.
  
  *Goal-Oriented- I am someone who has clear goals and I am willing to persevere in my quest to achieve those goals. I have had a lot of time to think of things like priorities, and so I know I have mine quite well-defined.
  
  Ideal:
  *Life is life. It is one's duty to preserve it, and if that doesn't get in the way, preserving that of others. Undeath is just not being dead anymore. You still died. I will find a way that I will not die, ever, in any way.
  
  *You are what you earn to be. Even when nobody can see it, you are still changed by what you do- but don't think others won't notice as well. They just pretend not to sometimes. So work for to the best of what you want to become.
  
  Bonds:
  *Grovetall Town- I may be reclusive, but one cannot help becoming attached to a place they live in for over half a millenia, nor to the people they've seen grow up since infants. In a sense, I fee like the whole town's mother or grandmother. No, definitely mother.
  
  *Quest for Immortality- It was my father's research that set me up to complete it and end my aging. My father gave his life for mine, and his work lives through it as well. Everything I have achieved, become, and succeeded, it was all because I was alive. And I intend to keep it that way. I shall become a true immortal one day. Nomatter what.
  
  Flaws:
  *Single-Minded- I am the kind of person who tunnel visions when they find a goal. I gain and lose interest in things pretty easily, depending on whether I feel they are advancing my purpose or not, and paradoxically it seems like I always focus only on a singular thing, to the point of sometimes becoming oblivious to the well-being of others or even my own.
  
  *Protective Paranoia- I was told I'd get used to seeing death. That I'd wish for my own. Neither of those came true to me. Yet I have seen plenty of death, and though I haven't aged a day, I'm as close to it as ever. Can you blame me for a little white lie so we don't put ourselves in any more danger than we need to? We could be killed!
  
  *Detachment- I am a little insenstive at times, as I find it hard to relate to a lot of people for their problems seem far too fleeting to me and grew up in such different cultures. I may seem out of place among people, become merciless when angered or just be unable to comprehend that I've done something hurtful. Honestly, it sometimes makes me feel quite lonely, being like this.
  
  Background: (Sage -Modified-)
  
  E'Lania was born the daughter of an elven alchemist and a human merchant. The merchant's family was afflicted by a curse caused by a previous incident in their bloodline pertaining to the shadowfell. However, it was in their search for a way of ridding themselves of it that the family found many of the secrets that would come to lead them to prominence, and which first caught the eye of Gaviãn Treeance, prodigal elven alchemist who had come to study at the same university as the daughter of the Tappester group. At first it was simple intellectual curiosity and exploring magic and alchemy together, but it came to evolve into love. From that union came to be born E'Lania, and she would give no end of troubles to her parents.
  
  Eventually, however, the time to say goodbye came. Gaviãn knew his village would never approve of his relationship with that human woman, they had only even permitted him coming to human lands to study on account of his talent as an alchemist. Dalila Tappester was likewise unable to simply stay: She lived as a peddler, as was the policy of her family for those yet to prove themselves among their ranks. E'Lania was as such no more than 4 years old when she parted from her mother and went home to her father ears covered by a hoodie and false ears out of wax.
  
  There was always the risk of the ears falling off or seeming fake, but her father made sure to prepare counter-measures. As little kids, elves were closer to humans than when they grew up, so he used his alchemic knowledge to produce transmuter's stones that would restore E'lania's youth continually. He made occasional trips with her too, visiting dwarf mountains, human cities and even the village of a lizardman he'd befriended, all so people would notice E'Lania's youthfulness less and question it less. It was during those travels that E'Lania discovered her magic as a sorcerer and happily practiced with it. Her father noted that it had odd effects on her though, and insisted she use it more sparingly.
  
  He knew though, that the farse couldn't last forever. People were starting to wonder why E'lania seemed to not only not age as a kid normally would, but in fact almost seem younger than she was before. In desperation, her father left the town in search of a way to ammend the situation, leaving his daughter behind with a trusted friend. His friend, learning of E'Lania's nature as a sorceror, decided to train her on her talents rather than research instead.
  
  In parallel she too praticed, both her magic and the magic her father had laid out on his research. Of course, she was nothing like her father in terms of what she could do with her magic, but she did try to pratice with her father's transmutation stones, unknowing of how valuable they truly were. One day though, she received news of her father's severed arm being found floating in the river. An investigation was sent out while E'lania grieved her father's loss. In her grief, wishing more than ever for the life of her father, her sorcerous magic triggered like it never had before, summoning a twilight of magic into a transmutation stone that caused it to shrink and shrivel, like a bloomed flower suddenly rotting in moments. It was like obsidian and cole alike now. But there was no time to ponder about things, as the noise caused people to come to her aid...only to find E'lania with her ears uncovered. And even that shock wouldn't get a chance to last.
  
  Scouts returned sooner than expected, carrying E'Lanias father who had warned them of an incoming undead horde, not two days away. It had showed up out of nowhere and was headed straight for their village. People began setting traps, trying to gather their things to evacuate, others panicked and just started trying to run immediately. E'Lania was one of the ones who ended up staying behind, stubbornly hiding in her wish to keep her father's research safe, and also out of fear of the other villagers who might come for her. As a matter of fact, some did, blaming her existence for the invading dreadhorde. Many others who had stayed though weren't so lucky as to have an underground place to hide. There were the pious, those who simply couldn't leave on their own or had been abandoned, those who stood to fight and so on. E'lania wanted to keep her father's work safe, but she couldn't just abandon the village she lived in! She knew she couldn't fight, so instead she decided to help people find shelter in the face of the oncoming invasion. Her father might be dead soon. dead She was now certain she hated that word more than any other. She went out in search, ignored what was thrown at her, use what little magic she had to distract the undead and get away with people as best she could, many wouldn't even want to come, she wouldn't force them, but she would try protecting their children at least. She even offered people to come to her precious lab with all the memories and work of her father, she helped move the sick, hide those she could, until she found herself caught by the undead.
  
  She thought it was the end, but unlike how things usually went, she wasn't killed right away. Instead, she was brought before the lich. The powerful being had sense intense and powerful magic in the village, one of the kind he liked. He demanded E'lania gave up the transmutation stone she had accidentally altered. Frigthened, the little girl protested, stumped her foot, tried to lie and negotiate, whatever she could, though she knew she was ony denying the inevitable. Resigning to what had to be her inevitable fate, she swallowed the stone to get back at the lich. It was bitter like nothing she had ever tasted, like poisonous ashes in her mouth, and down her throat. But still with the sweet taste of victory.
  
  The lich revealed the stone to be a tool of immortality, a step closer to it, neveraging magic, a blessing of the shadowfell. They swore to tear E'lania apart and take the stone from her very stomach, but that was when the heroes who would defeat the lich arrived, and did exactly that. The village was saved, though the damage dealt to it was no joke. Some in the elven village had even died...twice, once as people and once as undead. It was the most horrible thing E'Lania had ever seen, and given the timing, she knew that those undead had been responsible for what happened to her father. She wanted nothing more than to destroy... yet she was received with praise by the elvish village that she had helped keep safe, in her own way. She let those thoughts of chasing after the invaders be drowned out by the happiness of being able to return to her father.
  
  Of course, things weren't fine from the getgo. Many still blamed her and her father for what happened to the village. Some were suspicious of the lich having pulled E'lania over instead of killing her. To hide the facts about the shadowfell, and in her own hatred for it, for many decades E'lania would not use a single spell as a sorcerer, but only through her studies as a wizard. She was picked on by those who still hated or feared her...but cheered for those who accepted her for her good deeds. Her father in particular was there for her, even during the toughest times, and taught her to deal with the fact that she would never again age and to prize that life she had acquired. He passed on shortly after, that day marking the shift in her standing with the village, perhaps out of pity, being given a true chance to prove she deserved a place among them.
  
  Over time, she was able to establish herself better among the elves and even travelled a bit. She helped out some people she encountered, including the chief of the lizardmen tribe she had met with her father, whose village chief she came to save. She would also come to take on a couple disciples in her days (though one grew bored and left) and briefly stopped by a random location to explain convenient information to a group of passing adventurers. She still questions the purpose of that last one to this day, but would happily do it again for the generous payment in books.
  
  Some 200 years prior to the present day, E'Lania took up a project of studying a robot in her attempts to research real immortality, believing the warforged's body to potentially contain hidden clues about it. She got the inspiration after meeting Bentley ( BnemonicDevice ) in one of her last expeditions out of her town. The robot, it seemed, was lost and came to reveal to be on the run. E'Lania proposed giving them shelter in return for the right to experiment on them. The robot ended up agreeing after a small discussion, and E'Lania pretended that it was a summon she conjured, which even further increased her standing in Grovetall.
  
  What at first was mere curiosity became a disappointment and opportunity alike. It was disappointing that the warforged were far from invencible or unkillable, so they wouldn't be the jumping point to completing her research. Furthermore, their means of immortality just weren't something she could bring to herself, even if she wasn't someone who'd achieved the same by other means. And yet, the more she grew to know Bentley, the more she realized he was probably the only person she ever met who would ever truly understand her plight of long-life. How remaining loyal to it was a burden she couldn't even share with anyone, for they would just pass away and leave her to carry it all on her own. She felt a connection to Bentley, as a potential long-life-long companion, which was why she was so heartbroken when the robot decided to leave. She of course allowed him to go, but after that became far more reclusive, almost never leaving even her home, much less go travel outside of town. At most, if she really needed something, she might briefly travel to a nearby city or something of the sort.
  
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  Today E'Lani is a member of the council of the elvish village that grew into an elvish town, Grovetall. Why she isn't officially a leader, her sheer age still gives her a great deal of influence among her community. Over time, she's become more and more reclusive in her research, growing into a full obsession with becoming immortal, fully and truly immortal. Her contacts are limited, so she is grateful to have had access to people like CHARACTERNAME ( Silanon ) who brought her information from the world outside her town, in return for her own learnings. Still, she has yet to hear any news of what became of her mother. She knows the woman was only human, so she is most definitely dead, but the last bits of information she was able to gather witnessed her mother weeping for her lost family, unknowing that E'Lani had in fact survived, and that she declared she had enough and would "settle down already".
  
  Recently, E'lani got involved with the affairs of the Gollana family, who often brought her supplies from the forest. She congratulated them on the new baby and grew curious when they mentioned her doing some extraordinary feats in the name of some deity. Little did she know that one day she would be visited by a man named Dendarian requesting certain products from E'lani. She gave them to the man for a pretty heft sum, and felt like bragging to the Gollanas, only to find that they had been killed in some kind of raid overnight.
  
  Guilt crushed E'lani, wondering if she had had any part in this result. She began to watch over their little daughter, Athaclenna ( Psychie ) as she was taken in by the temple, and tough she didn't interfiere she did come check up on the girl often. E'lani has also stayed at the temple rather recently once again after she caught a certain illness and nearly kicked the boot in those days. Having survived, E'lani knows sitting around shifting through books isn't going to solve the problem of finding immortality. Not fast enough anyway. She needs to go out and get that knowledge herself.
  
  And what best way to do it than by accompanying that little girl (Athaclenna, age 110) who is also on a journey?
  
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  Half-Elf:
  *Darkvision: Thanks to your elven heritage, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.
  *Fey Ancestry: You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.
  
  Sorcerer:
  Shadow Sorcerous Origin
  *Eyes of the Dark: From 1st level, you have darkvision with a range of 120 feet.
  *Strength of the Grave: Starting at 1st level, your existence in a twilight state between life and death makes you difficult to defeat. When damage reduces you to 0 hit points, you can make a Charisma saving throw (DC 5 + the damage taken). On a success, you instead drop to 1 hit point. You can't use this feature if you are reduced to 0 hit points by radiant damage or by a critical hit.
  
  After the saving throw succeeds, you can't use this feature again until you finish a long rest.
  
  Wizard:
  *Ritual Casting: You can cast a wizard spell as a ritual if that spell has the ritual tag and you have the spell in your spellbook. You don't need to have the spell prepared.
  *Spellbook:
  
  At 1st level, you have a spellbook containing six 1st-level wizard spells of your choice.
  
  The spells that you add to your spellbook as you gain levels reflect the arcane research you conduct on your own, as well as intellectual breakthroughs you have had about the nature of the multiverse. You might find other spells during your adventures. You could discover a spell recorded on a scroll in an evil wizard's chest, for example, or in a dusty tome in an ancient library.
  
  Copying a Spell into the Book. When you find a wizard spell of 1st level or higher, you can add it to your spellbook if it is of a level for which you have spell slots and if you can spare the time to decipher and copy it.
  Copying a spell into your spellbook involves reproducing the basic form of the spell, then deciphering the unique system of notation used by the wizard who wrote it. You must practice the spell until you understand the sounds or gestures required, then transcribe it into your spellbook using your own notation.
  For each level of the spell, the process takes 2 hours and costs 50 gp. The cost represents material components you expend as you experiment with the spell to master it, as well as the fine inks you need to record it. Once you have spent this time and money, you can prepare the spell just like your other spells.
  
  Replacing the Book. You can copy a spell from your own spellbook into another book-for example, if you want
  to make a backup copy of your spellbook. This is just like copying a new spell into your spellbook, but faster and easier, since you understand your own notation and already know how to cast the spell. You need spend only 1 hour and 10 gp for each level of the copied spell.
  If you lose your spellbook, you can use the same procedure to transcribe the spells that you have prepared into a new spellbook. Filling out the remainder of your spellbook requires you to find new spells to do so, as normal. For this reason, many wizards keep backup spellbooks in a safe place.
  
  Abjuration School
  *Abjuration Savant: Beginning when you select this school at 2nd level, the gold and time you must spend to copy a abjuration spell into your spellbook is halved.
  *Arcane Ward: Starting at 2nd level, you can weave magic around yourself for protection. When you cast an abjuration spell of 1st level or higher, you can simultaneously use a strand of the spell's magic to create a magical ward on yourself that lasts until you finish a long rest. The ward has hit points equal to twice your wizard level + your Intelligence modifier. Whenever you take damage, the ward takes the damage instead. If this damage reduces the ward to 0 hit points, you take any remaining damage.
  
  While the ward has 0 hit points, it can't absorb damage, but its magic remains. Whenever you cast an abjuration spell of 1st level or higher, the ward regains a number of hit points equal to twice the level of the spell.
  
  Once you create the ward, you can't create it again until you finish a long rest.
  
  Sage:
  *Specialty- Researcher
  *Researcher: When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an aDventure or even a whole campaign.
  
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  Proficiencies:
  Weapons - Daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows
  
  Skills - History, Arcana, Intimidation, Investigation, Nature
  
  Tools- Alchemist's Supplies
  
  Attacks:
  
  Quarterstaff (single hand) 1d6 bluedgeoning
  Quarterstaff (two hands) 1d8 bludgeoning
  Dagger 1d4 +4 piercing
  Dart (thrown) 1d4 +4 piercing (range 20/60)
  
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Spells: Cantrips: (7)
*Mage Hand (Wizard)
*Blade Ward (Wizard)
*Acid Splash
*Mending (Sorcerer)
*Mold Earth
*Shape Water
*Thunderclap (Sorcerer)

First Level: (10)
*Witch Bolt (Sorcerer)
*Protection From Evil and Good (Sorcerer)
*Mage Armor (Wizard)
*Shield (Wizard)
*Sleep (Wizard)
*Identify (Wizard) (Ritual)
*Snare (Wizard)
*Comprehend Languages (Wizard) (Ritual)
*Unseen Servant (Wizard) (Ritual)
*Alarm (Wizard) (Ritual)

Items: Equipped:
*Arcane Focus - The transmutation stone she swallowed came to be her arcane focus, currently inside her body.
*Quarterstaff (1d6 bludgeoning simple melee, versatile- 1d8 bludgeoning)
*2 Daggers (1d4 pierceing, simple finesse, light, thrown)
*Backpack
*2 Sacks
*Spellbook - Floating Spellbook
*Fine Clothes

Currency:
40 GP
8 CP

Carrying:
*Black Ink
*Quill
*letter from a dead colleague posing a question you have not yet been able to answer
*Bedroll
*Mess Kit
*Tinderbox
*10 Torches
*10 Days of Rations
*Waterskin
*50 Feet of Hempen Rope
*Alchemist's Supplies
*25 Paper Sheets
*8 Darts
(note: took explorer's kit)

Trinket:
21- "A tiny gnome-crafted music box that plays a song
you dimly remember from your childhood"

*People often mispronounce her name as "Lamia", which has accidentally resulted in the creation of a myth of a lamia goddess in a certain lizardman village.
*Her family name was originally "Treedance", but over the generations became shortened.
*Despite taking pride in her old age, she often lies about it to other races. They make her feel self-conscious about her real age from the perspective of short-living races.
*Due to her connection with the shadowfell, she has a bigger connection to the undead (which she hates) and hears whispers on occasion that she cannot understand, coming from the shadowfell or its denizens. The main times when this happens are when she casts spells as a sorcerer (as opposed to as a wizard), tough her magic carries an ominous aura in general. Reactions to this vary, as citzens of Grovetall have come to consider this aura a symbol of her might, but many see it as a threat. This is part of what may make her seem intimidating despite her childish appearance.
*She's learned a few disguise skills, though she's no master of disguise. She at least knows how to make false elf ears from her time growing up in disguise
*Her immortality is based on transmutation magic- this means her body is not so much on a constant state of stasis, but one on a constant state of reversal that contradicts the innitial state of progression. This makes smaller wounds faster to recover from (no mechanical benefit, just lore) but prevents her from developing her body past a certain extent. Because of this, her dexterity comes from her intense training to pass as an elf by seeming as nimble as possible.

skycaptain · Jun 2, 2019

Name: Vaeryn Anugath
Race: Triton
Class: Bard (College of Glamour)

Age: 20
Height: 4'11
Weight: 96lbs

Alignment: Good
Deity: Persana
Background: Entertainer

Str: 12 +1 Modifier, +1 Saving Throw
Dex: 14 +2 Modifier, +4 Saving Throw
Con: 14 +2 Modifier, +2 Saving Throw
Int: 8 -1 Modifier, -1 Saving Throw
Wis: 11 +0 Modifier, +0 Saving Throw
Cha: 16 +3 Modifier, +5 Saving Throw

Level: 3
Experience: 1,100 / 2,700

Hit Points: 26
Hit Dice: 3 - 1d8+2

Armor Class: 13
Initiative: +2
Proficiency bonus: +2
Passive Perception: 11
Speed: 30ft, Swim 30ft

Features and Traits
Amphibious: Can breathe air and water
Control Air and Water. A child of the sea, you can call on the magic of elemental air and water. You can cast Fog Cloud with this trait. Starting at 3rd level, you can cast Gust of Wind with it, and starting at 5th level, you can also cast Wall of Water with it. Once you cast a spell with this trait, you can't do so again until you finish a long rest. Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells.
Emissary of the Sea. Aquatic beasts have an extraordinary affinity with your people. You can communicate simple ideas with beasts that can breathe water. They can understand the meaning of your words, though you have no special ability to understand them in return.
Guardians of the Depths. Adapted to even the most extreme ocean depths, you have resistance to cold damage, and you ignore any of the drawbacks caused by a deep, underwater environment.
Bardic Inspiration: Bonus action d6 for ally to add to ability check, Attack roll, or saving throw. 3 per long rest.
Jack of All Trades: Add half proficiency bonus to all non proficiency skills.
Song of Rest: Use soothing music or oration to help revitalize your wounded allies during a Short Rest. If you or any friendly creatures who can hear your Performance regain Hit Points by spending Hit Dice at the end of the Short Rest, each of those creatures regains an extra 1d6 Hit Points.
Expertise: Proficiency bonus doubled for 2 proficient skills.
Mantle of Inspiration: As a bonus action, you can expend one use of your Bardic Inspiration to grant yourself a wondrous appearance. When you do so, choose a number of creatures you can see and who can see you within 60 feet of you, up to a number equal to your Charisma modifier (3). Each of them gains 5 temporary hit points. When a creature gains these temporary hit points, it can immediately use its reaction to move up to its speed, without provoking opportunity attacks.
you can charge your performance with seductive, fey magic.
Enthralling Performance:
If you perform for at least 1 minute, you can attempt to inspire wonder in your audience by singing, reciting a poem, or dancing. At the end of the performance, choose a number of humanoids within 60 feet of you who watched and listened to all of it, up to a number equal to your Charisma modifier (3). Each target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw against your spell save DC or be charmed by you. While charmed in this way, the target idolizes you, it speaks glowingly of you to anyone who speaks to it, and it hinders anyone who opposes you, avoiding violence unless it was already inclined to fight on your behalf. This effect ends on a target after 1 hour, if it takes any damage, if you attack it, or if it witnesses you attacking or damaging any of its allies.
If a target succeeds on its saving throw, the target has no hint that you tried to charm it. Once per short or long rest.

Rapier: +4 to hit, 1d8+2, Piercing
Dagger: +4 to hit, 1d4+2 Piercing

Leather Armor: 11+Dex mod
+4 Acrobatics (Dex +2, Proficiency +2)
+1 Animal Handling
+0 Arcana (Int -1)
+3 Athletics (Str +2)
+5 Deception (Cha +3, Proficiency +2)
+0 History (Int -1)
+1 Insight
+4 Intimidation (Cha +3)
+0 Investigation (Int -1)
+1 Medicine
+0 Nature (Int -1)
+1 Perception
+7 Performance (Cha +3, Proficiency +4 Expertise)
+7 Persuasion (Cha +3, Proficiency +4 Expertise)
+0 Religion (Int -1)
+3 Sleight of Hand (Dex +2)
+4 Stealth (Dex +2, Proficiency +2)
+1 Survival

Passive Perception: 11

Other Proficiencies
Weapons: Simple Weapons,Long Sword, Short Sword, Rapiers, Hand Crossbows
Armor: Light Armor
Tools: Disguise kit, Lute, Flute, Piano, Violin

Languages: Common, Primodial
140 Gp
Leather armor
Rapier
Dagger
Flute
Violin
Backpack
Bedroll
2 costumes
5 candles
5 days of Rations
Waterskin
Disguise Kit
Seashell
Bright Green Feather (trinket)
Spell save DC: 13
Spell Attack Mod: +5
Cantrips:
Vicious Mockery
Message

1st level (4 spell slots):
Heroism
Tunderwave
Illusory Script (ritual)
Healing Word
Fog cloud (Triton)

2nd level (2 spell slots):
Phantasmal Force
Heat Metal
Gust of Wind (Triton)
Personality Traits: I've never been one for gore and cruelty. I'm told I can be a little excitable, just little. I love stories! The surface world is exciting, but so complex!
Ideals: The greatest stories are made by taking risks. Music is a universal language.
Bonds: I'm from a settlement based at a deep ocean trench called Pale reef! My mother is still back home and I have two brothers!
Flaws: I tend to shy away from grizzly scenes and I get a little squeamish at the sight of serious wounds. The surface world is still relatively new to me and I an get carried away with questions. I'm also told I'm a little oblivious.
Background:
Vaeryn Anugath was born into the material plane by a moderately well off triton couple in Pale Reef, a Deep ocean trench. Her parents, much like most of the triton race were warriors through and through. Following the god Persana, The Guardian of the Depths. The settlements job was to face and put an end to any threats from the plane of water. Though very few have returned to the plane of water she would often surround herself with stories of their ancestors home and dream of seeing it for herself. While she was trained to face the dangers of the depths like any other, she found happiness in performance. Through lots of practice she learned a variety of instruments as well as the art of dance and song. She became a bit of a hit for the settlement, many warriors looking forward to listening to her melodious voice at the end of a long hunt. She would often tailor her songs to recent exploits of the settlement and write a few songs for important stories. It was great, but part of her wanted more. She would run out of things to sing and dance about if she stayed there. She already knew just about every story she could get from the Pale Reef. When she having these thoughts, a story to be told for generations was manifesting on the border of the Pale Reef. An attack they weren't ready for by the Cult of the Crushing Wave, followers of Olhydra. The first and responder who was out on patrol near the border was Vilmas Anugath, Vaeryn's father. He held the line alone against a hydra and merrow till help arrived. Though when it did, his wounds were beyond healing. Some of the merrow escaped with the hydra, who was left a nasty scar across the front of it's chest by Vilmas. This was painful news to hear, she grieved for her father. At the very least she had another story she would proudly tell to all who would listen. She also had a reinforced hatred toward Olhydra and her cult. So when it was the time of year to send warriors to the surface and deal with threats inland, she volunteered. She wanted to track down members of the Cult of the Crushing Wave where ever they hid and put them to rest. She loves her home and when she does return, she wants to have stories of her own to last a life time.

Vaeryn's time on the surface world has practically just begun. She is still bewildered by many of the common aspects of living on land. While she did set out for the purpose of finding threats from the plane of water further inland and finding members of the Cult of the Crushing Wave, she wanted stories. She never really got any stories from any sources other than people in the Pale Reef. She wanted to meet new people and learn new ways of live. Hear their life stories and share some classic triton tales. She loves to learn and sing of great heroes and incredible battles and what not, but she often wonders what it would take to be the topic of another bards song. She wants to make her own stories through her own experiences in this new wild surface world. To get herself on the right track, she signs on with a caravan. Sure that with such a large gathering of travelers, some of them must have some incredible stories.

Silanon · Jun 3, 2019

Name: Xavayas - Xav for short
Race: Elf - Drow
Gender: Male
Deity: Some left their impression, none deserve worship.

Age: 124
Alignment: Neutral
Size: 5ft 2in - medium
Weight: 77 lb

Exp: 1228/2700

saving throws: Str, Dex
Spd: 30 ft

Str 11 (0) +2 save
Dex 17 (+3) +5 save
Con 14 (+2) +2 save
Int 10 (0) 0 save
Wis 14 (+2) +2 save
Cha 8 (-1) -1 save

Proficiency bonus +2
HP 28
Hit dice: 3*d10
AC 15 (17 with shield)
Weaponry
long bow: +7 to hit, 1d8+3, Range 150/600 ft, Piercing, Ammunition, Two Handed
short sword: +5 to hit, 1d6+3, Piercing, Finesse, light
short sword (off-hand): +5 to hit, 1d6, Piercing, Finesse, light

Ability Scores:
Str 11 - 3
Dex 15 - 9
Con 14 - 7
Int 10 - 2
Wis 14 - 7
Cha 7 - -1
Darkvision 120 ft
Fey Ancestry: advantage vs charmed, immune vs sleep
Trance: meditate 4 hours instead of sleep
Language: Common, Elvish, Undercommon, Orcish
Sunlight Sensitivity: disadvantage at attacks and perception if either he or his target is in direct sunlight
Drow weapons: prof. with rapiers, short swords, hand crossbows
Drow magic: Dancing Lights (Cantrip), Faerie Fire. Lvl 5: Darkness. Casted with charisma.

Proficiencies:
light/medium armor, shields
simple/martial weapons
Drow weapons: prof. with rapiers, short swords, hand crossbows

Skills: Athletics (Str), Stealth (Dex), Nature (Int), Perception, Survival, Insight (Wis)

Ranger Feats:
Favored Enemy: Humans, Orcs
Natural Explorer: The Underdark
Fighting Style: +2 attack with ranged weapons

Primeval Awareness

Archetype: Hunter
Hunter's Prey: Horde Breaker - when attacking, hit something else within 5ft of the target as well (once per turn)
Magic:

Drow magic (Cha):
Dancing Lights (Cantrip)
Faerie Fire (once per day)

Spell Casting - Ranger: Wisdom
Spell Save DC 8+prof+wis=12
SAM: prof+wis=4
Spellslots: 3 lvl1

Spells:
Level 1:
Ensnaring Strike
Hunter's Mark
Hail of Thorns
Background: modified outlander
Prof: Athletics, Survival
Tools: flute
language: Undercommon
equipment: staff, hunting trap, dirty rag of rough cloth, traveler's clothes, belt pouch with 10 gp
Origin: Drow Scout
Feature: Wanderer - good in geography, can find food and water.

Traits:
Only the sun can stop my chase - if you are prey, my arrows will find you.
Too many speak useless words - too few listen to what happens around them.

Ideal:
The chase itself is a purpose - as long as you move, you will see the unexpected.

Bond:
As long as the wind blows, I shall chase - I will never be prey.

Flaw:
Some of the surface have proven their strength, but many are still little more than slaves in disguise.

The Crimson Ridges - once known for its famous blackened steel, for tasty ale and the sound of coins. These days, its golden era is mostly forgotten; only dwarven ruins show that, back then, there was something of value hidden underneath the rusty-looking slopes. Perhaps, it is still there, now in the hands of the night itself; few could tell, and even fewer would. The halls beyond demolished gates are dark, and mostly empty; only the marauding tribes visit regularly, willing to collect their generous pay for the one thing that the mountain itself does not provide: Slaves. Hundreds, thousands, a few more every day; the ones who pay the price such that the shadows within can thrive. The shadows, the dark ones; the drow.

Sorceresses scheme against each other, all on their quest for unrivaled strength. Clerics preach the words of Lolth, and drive their disciples into madness. Mighty warlocks delve into old books that even necromancers would burn on the spot. Not a single part of this chaos could happen without the sweat and blood of others; and thus, the Eyes exist. Likely the lowest class amongst the dark elves for they reek of the slaves they're dealing with each day, making sure that all those others can rely upon their services without further questions. To make sure that none of them can even think the word "freedom" without fear in their hearts; to guide them through pitch-dark tunnels towards their last destination in life; and to relentlessly hunt down those who attempt to go the other way and leave their proper place.

That's been the life of Xavayas, or at least the longest part of it. A decent archer, like many others. A decent tracker, like many others. A less ambitious Eye than most, and thus barely in contention to ever be more than a hunting shadow within the darkness. Or that's what most others said, at least. A hunter will rarely impress if there is no challenging prey to be hunted down, and the drow have had centuries to drive those dangers out of the old, dwarven tunnels around them. It took a threat from the outside to show the potential, one whose name is still whispered amongst those he left behind: Jardim Earthsong, self-proclaimed protector of the Crimson forests. Little more than a pompous boaster, a slave who hadn't found his proper place yet - but when the opportunity was there, he did not hesitate to make a run for it. Not on his own, with a bunch of comrades, soon to be corpses within the narrow tunnels where the drow know every corner, and human eyes see very little; but it was enough to buy Jardim time, time that he wisely used to hurry towards the surface. He knew the tunnels better than most, or at least he knew how to navigate through darkened labyrinths in a way that rivaled drowen proficiency. It would not have mattered in the end, few have ever escaped the Ridges; but he got lucky, just like those few before him, when it truly mattered.

The stars and the moon, and nothing could have saved him when he barely managed to reach the surface. But it was the sun that welcomed him and the Eyes on his tail. The first one to escape after decades as the blazing light made a further chase pointless; they tried, but it was not meant to be. They did not know this world, not during day times; they tried, but Jardim did better. It was the first time that Xavayas, Eye of the Ridges, ever saw the sun. Pure whiteness stood between him and his fortunate prey - and all his arrow had managed to hit was the loose cloak, quickly torn as the ranger had to cover his eyes.

Let a man live without a threat in sight, and he will feel almost immortal. Let him do everything with ease, and he will think of himself as perfect. Show him his limitations, however, and he'll either turn away, or return to face the challenge. Xavayas belonged to the latter group. The first two nights underneath the star-covered sky showed not a single trace to follow - none of the tribes around the mountain ranges had heard of the man, or managed to catch him; or at least they didn't share their knowledge with Xavayas. It took a rainy day to reach a nameless village where Jardim had stayed, and at least an hour to get a direction; one that pointed further away from the mountains, towards the coast if he remembered the old maps correctly. For three days, he probably caught up, running through rain and darkness without much of a break; then the wind turned, the weather changed, and he once more learnt the lessons of humbleness: The drow were not meant to hunt on the surface, for the sun watches out for those who withstand its glare. At night, however, he was just as quick as Jardim was during the day, and with the upcoming winter the days would become shorter...

A week on the hunt quickly became a month as he learnt the meaning of the words "snow" and "ice", and that a drow was as welcome in the villages as a dwarf at home. A month became a half-year as he had lost his track, but was too long gone to return empty-handedly. A half-year turned into a year or two as a woman spoke the right name in a very wrong moment...

It's been a decade since the chase began, and by now, the name Jardim Earthsong is little more than a metaphor for what brought him here. Away from the familiar caves and tunnels, the ranger has learnt more than he would have expected. He has seen the strength of those he deemed to be weaklings, and has heard about the courage of those he knew as cowards. He has followed the wind, tasted dwarven ale, and has shared campfires with those who do not fear the night like they should. He has learnt that the drow are far from their claimed perfection, and that this world has more to offer than what most of them believe. He has heard of Gods that protect, of caring leaders, and was taught that properly placed arrows are appreciated, even if the archer is not.

WARNING: The following area is still under construction - updates soon-ish?

Undoubtedly, he has changed. Still a decent archer, one of the better ones out there. Still a decent tracker, as (TBD) shows. Perhaps more ambitious than back then, now that world has more to offer - the hunter's strength grows with the threat he faces, and there is a red dragon within reach... maybe not quite that ambitious, yet. But times change.
Garroth Silverhair, sergeant of Tar Valon, has left his post for once; and from what Xavayas has seen back when (TBD), he would not have done so for no reason.
E'Lania Treeance, one of Grovetall's concil members ever since he first visited the place, has decided to leave the village behind; and while that means that his contact to trade goods and news there will be gone, it also means that somewhere else, old knowledge will be found.
And she is not the only one to leave there: Athaclenna Gollana, priestess of Corellon is on her path to spread her deity's words - perhaps, there are less resilient people out there than the drow has proven to be thus far.
Just a few amongst many, a handful that take their fate in their own hands instead of hoping for others to do their part.

However, there will be one more - just days ago, the wind has whispered a very familiar name, and the sky has been quite cloudy during the day... if magical items and knowledge are found, and if the word of Corellon is spread witin the unfolding chaos around them - then, perhaps, it will be time that a metaphor turns into a man once more. And Lid'Ragan, self-proclaimed ranger of these realms, will not wait for the other to strike first.
equipment:
57gp
studded leather armor
two short swords
explorer's pack
longbow, quiver with 20 arrows
another 20 arrows
shield

flute
staff
hunting trap
dirty rag of rough cloth
traveler's clothes
belt pouch
1pound egg with a bright red shell

Blargaristic · Jun 6, 2019

Name: Lorne the Faithful
Race: Human
Class & Level: Paladin 3 (Oath of Devotion)
Background: Noble
Alignment: Lawful Good
Experience: 1100 xp
Deity: Tyr, god of justice

ABILITY SCORES & ABILITIES
(* includes +2 proficiency bonus; ** includes expertise, if any)

Strength 16
+3 ... Strength Ability Checks
+3 ... Strength Saving Throws
+3 ... Athletics Skill
240 lbs. ... Maximum Carrying Capacity
480 lbs. ... Max. Push or Drag (Speed -5 ft.)
480 lbs. ... Maximum Lift

Dexterity 11
+0 ... Dexterity Ability Checks
+0 ... Dexterity Saving Throws
+0 ... Acrobatics Skill
+0 ... Sleight of Hand Skill
+0 ... Stealth Skill (Disadv.)

Constitution 14
+2 ... Constitution Ability Checks
+2 ... Constitution Saving Throws

Intelligence 9
-1 ... Intelligence Ability Checks
-1 ... Intelligence Saving Throws
-1 ... Arcana Skill
+1 ... History Skill *
-1 ... Investigation Skill
-1 ... Nature Skill
-1 ... Religion Skill

Wisdom 13
+1 ... Wisdom Ability Checks
+3 ... Wisdom Saving Throws *
+1 ... Animal Handling Skill
+3 ... Insight Skill *
+1 ... Medicine Skill
+1 ... Perception Skill
+1 ... Survival Skill

Charisma 15
+2 ... Charisma Ability Checks
+4 ... Charisma Saving Throws *
+2 ... Deception Skill
+4 ... Intimidation Skill *
+2 ... Performance Skill
+4 ... Persuasion Skill *

COMBAT

11 ... Passive Perception
+0 ... Initiative Modifier

Armor Class 18 ... Armor worn: Chain mail and shield

30 ft. Speed ... Base distance per move

28 hit points ... 3d10 Hit Dice

Warhammer. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft. Hit:1d8+3 bludgeoning damage. (If used two-handed in melee, does 1d10+3 damage.)

Javelin. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft. Hit:1d6+3 piercing damage. (If thrown, normal range to 30 ft.; disadvantage long range 31 to 120 ft.)

Fighting Style: Duelling. Add 2 damage to each melee weapon attack if no other weapon in other hand.
Proficiencies & Languages
• Proficiency Bonus: +2
• Armor: light armor, medium armor, heavy armor, shields
• Weapons: simple weapons, martial weapons
• Tools: one type of gaming kit
• Saving Throws: Wisdom, Charisma
• Skills: History, Insight, Intimidation, Persuasion
• Languages: Common, Dwarvish, Goblin

Human Traits
• Age: 45-years-old
• Medium Size (5' 9", 214 lbs.)

Class Features

• Divine Sense (sense good, evil 1 / day)
• Lay On Hands (heal 15 h.p. betw. long rests)
• Divine Smite (use 1st level spell slot for +2d8 radiant damage)
• Channel Divinity (+2 attack with weapon or turn away undead)
• Divine Health (immune to disease)

Spellcasting
Spell Attack Modifier +4
Spell Save DC 12
Cantrips Known: No Paladin cantrips

Prepared Spells
1st Level (3 slots): Cure Wounds, Wrathful Smite, Bless, Compelled Duel

Background Features
• Position of Privilege
Carried Gear: chain mail armor (AC 16), shield (AC +2), warhammer, five (5) javelins, set of fine clothes, a signet ring, a scroll of pedigree, a purse

Coins & Gems: 14 gold pieces (gp); 46 silver pieces (sp); 12 copper pieces (cp); 3 gems (worth 10 gp each)
Personality Trait: I judge people by their actions, not their words
Personality Trait: Despite my birth, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood.
Ideal: I always try to help those in need, no matter what the personal cost
Bond: Brier Strongwater (former High Paladin of Fairfield)
Flaw: Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life.

Background Story

Before the dark days of all Taeral, the lands were fertile with opportunity, faith, and happiness. All races, all things lived in harmony. Rouge elements of evil and criminals were brought to justice by an army of devoted followers of Tyr, the god of justice. These holy warriors, Paladins of Tyr, fought to keep the peace no matter the cost.

From a child, Lorne’s destiny was already planned out for him. Training with his master during the early mornings, studies of the temple through high noon, and chasing after life’s extracurricular activities with the local ladies in his early adult years. His father Brier, the High Paladin of Fairfield, knew his son would one day follow In his footsteps to be a Paladin; to fight along the holy army of Tyr, to keep the peace and bring justice to all.

Lorne fought many battles, always keeping one hand on his weapon and one hand on the book of Tyr, smiting his enemies with righteousness. City after city, village after village, Lorne traveled with the holy army fighting injustice when one routine visit would change his life forever.

Lorne and the Holy Army were partaking in a routine visit to a remote village south of the Kingdom of Londolor when they encountered the purest of evil. An evil that drove even the strong willed mad and brought them to surrender.

He has not spoken a word about that day after watching everyone he loved turned insane or killed. With no word from his father, Lorne has been roaming from rag tag band to another, hoping to find a purpose.

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