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<blockquote data-quote="Primus" data-source="post: 2482842" data-attributes="member: 16837"><p>[sblock]<strong>Male Elf Warlock 1</strong></p><p><em>Medium Humanoid (Elf) </em></p><p><em>Alignment:</em> Chaotic Good</p><p><em>Patron Ancestor: </em> Unnamed. [Jull the Great Traitor]</p><p><em>Region: </em> Valenar</p><p><em>Height: </em> 5’3” </p><p><em>Weight: </em> 98 lbs.</p><p><em>Hair: </em> Black</p><p><em>Eyes: </em> Brown</p><p><em>Age:</em> 147</p><p></p><p><u>Abilities</u></p><p>Str: 9 (-1)</p><p>Dex: 16 (+3)</p><p>Con: 11 (+0)</p><p>Int: 13 (+1)</p><p>Wis: 16 (+3)</p><p>Cha: 17 (+3)</p><p></p><p><u>Class and Racial Abilities</u>:</p><p>+2 Dex, -2 Con, Immunity to magic sleep effects, +2 racial save vs. enchantments, low-light vision, elven weapon proficiencies, +2 racial Listen, Search, Spot. Eldritch Blast (1d6), <em>Baleful Utterance</em>.</p><p></p><p><em>Hit Dice</em>: 1d6</p><p><em>HP</em>: 6</p><p><em>AP</em>: 5</p><p><em>AC</em>: 17 (+3 Dex, +4 armor)</p><p><em>Init</em>: +3 (+3 Dex)</p><p><em>Speed</em>: 30ft </p><p></p><p><u>Saves</u>:</p><p><em>Fortitude</em> +0 [+0 base, +0 Con]</p><p><em>Reflex</em> +3 [+0 base, +3 Dex]</p><p><em>Will</em> +5 [+2 base, +3 Wis]</p><p></p><p><em>BAB</em>: +0</p><p><em>Melee Atk</em>: </p><p><em>Ranged Atk: </em> Eldritch Blast +4 [BAB +0, Dex +3, Weapon Focus +1]</p><p> </p><p><em>Skills:</em> ACP -2</p><p>Concentration +4 [4 ranks, +0 Con]</p><p>Listen +5 [0 ranks, +2 racial, +3 Wis]</p><p>Know (Arcana) +5 [4 ranks, +1 Int]</p><p>Search +3 [0 ranks, +1 Int, +2 Racial]</p><p>Spot +5 [0 ranks, +3 Wis, +2 racial]</p><p>UMD +7 [4 ranks, +3 Cha]</p><p></p><p><em>Feats:</em></p><p>Weapon Focus (Eldritch Blast)</p><p></p><p>Languages: Common, Elven </p><p></p><p><em>Equipment:</em></p><p>Chain Shirt (100gp)</p><p>[/sblock]</p><p></p><p><strong>Description</strong>: A slim, short elf, Well'Xix is wracked by an unending feeling of guilt. He always seems to be trying to prove himself, wielding his unusual arcana abilities to support his warband in combat. He knows that he is not trusted by his brethren and this pushes him to strive even harder to prove his trustworthiness and ability.</p><p></p><p><strong>Background</strong>: There was more than a little confusion at Well's birth. One of the Keepers stated that his patron ancestor was a great arcanist, while another mentioned an ancient warrior. Eventually it was decided that his ancestor must have been Gala', the Horse Lord, but this was decided with some rumbling. From then on, the young man was watched with a wary eye, even more so when he began manifesting strange and potent abilities quite unattainable to normal elven arcanists.</p><p></p><p><strong>Jull the Great Traitor</strong>: In the beginning, before there was an Aerenal, before there were Valenar, before the Undying Court, the elves dwelt upon lost Xen’Drik. They arose at the feet of giants and learned magic dropped from the mouths of dragons as contemptuously as crumbs. Then the Qori came and the giants unleashed their final solution, decimating their own land even as they banished the Quori back to their homes. Stories say that the elves took this opportunity to rise up and turn the tables on their masters, seeking to claim the glory of the giants for their own. The way the elves tell it, they were on the verge of victory when suddenly the great wyrms descended upon them, razing giant and elf alike and forcing their flight from their ancestral home. Many say that it was an elf who had called down the dragons, fueled by promises of riches and power in the new dragon-led regime.</p><p></p><p>But even for the long-lived elves the past was long ago, and stories are mistold every day. Even the race memories of the elves are not always infallible….</p><p></p><p>“Jull! Where are you going!?!?!” screamed Rior as an explosion rocked the forest mere yards away.</p><p></p><p>“Can’t you feel it?!” Jull screamed, but of course he knew that the warrior couldn’t. Rior’s arcane skills had always been weak; he was a warrior not a mage. He could hardly start a fire let alone feel the magic in the wind. But Jull couldn’t just feel it, he could <em>taste</em> it. As battle raged, Jull had felt that familiar tingle. He’d broken ranks, he’d fled the scene of battle, he would be reprimanded. They were fighting for their race, his commanders would say, but Jull knew that something more important lay ahead.</p><p></p><p>The other warrior called something out again but by now the sorcererous Jull was well out of hearing range. As he approached the monolith built on a scale that dwarfed even the giants who it was built for, the feeling only get stronger, something foul was in the air. He pulled his spells of protection close, this was one of the most well-protected strongholds of the giants, their mages would rip him to shreds with nary a thought if he was noticed, but he had to find out.</p><p></p><p>He breached the perimeter, finding the cracks and passages that were completely unreachable by giants but years of training had shown him how to locate. As he entered the temple he could feel the sheer energy in the walls, the entire ziggurat-like structure was funneling an inordinate amount of power, enough power to rip the sky asunder and bring the moons crashing down. He began to hear voices leak through the stonework carried by the strange acoustics of the building or perhaps by the magic. As he finally breached the final chamber he saw the true extent of the giants’ plan and his heart quailed.</p><p></p><p>The elf turned to flee, to warn his people, but he had been found. The ways were blocked, his protection spells fading away quickly under the assault of giant magic that seemed to come from everywhere. He fled through the passages weighing his options, knowing that he had to warn someone, anyone. They had to be stopped. In their desperation they had chosen a course of action that could never be undone!</p><p></p><p>As the elf nearly gave in to the eldritch forces searching for him, grabbing at him, he saw ahead of him his one chance. As the elf placed his hands upon an oversized orb of crystal he felt a bizarre pulling in his soul. For an instant, he caught a glimpse of the future, caught a glimpse of the centuries of warfare, of the creation of elf-kinds’ most dangerous and overwhelming foes. He saw it all, the thousands and thousands of fallen elves, the children left orphaned, the fall of an entire bloodline of powerful elven magic. His heart quailed, tears welled in his eyes, and then he focused his mind.</p><p></p><p>“Attention, Dragons of Argonessen! The giants have gone beyond the bounds of reason and threaten the world in their madness! Even now they plan to launch the blow which will send our world teetering into the darkness! You must come and put a stop to this! If you do not, then all is lost!”</p><p></p><p>As he closed his mind and ended the transmission the elf fell to his knees, sobbing. “May I be forgiven.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Primus, post: 2482842, member: 16837"] [sblock][b]Male Elf Warlock 1[/b] [i]Medium Humanoid (Elf) [/i] [i]Alignment:[/i] Chaotic Good [i]Patron Ancestor: [/i] Unnamed. [Jull the Great Traitor] [i]Region: [/i] Valenar [i]Height: [/i] 5’3” [i]Weight: [/i] 98 lbs. [i]Hair: [/i] Black [i]Eyes: [/i] Brown [i]Age:[/i] 147 [u]Abilities[/u] Str: 9 (-1) Dex: 16 (+3) Con: 11 (+0) Int: 13 (+1) Wis: 16 (+3) Cha: 17 (+3) [u]Class and Racial Abilities[/u]: +2 Dex, -2 Con, Immunity to magic sleep effects, +2 racial save vs. enchantments, low-light vision, elven weapon proficiencies, +2 racial Listen, Search, Spot. Eldritch Blast (1d6), [i]Baleful Utterance[/i]. [i]Hit Dice[/i]: 1d6 [i]HP[/i]: 6 [i]AP[/i]: 5 [i]AC[/i]: 17 (+3 Dex, +4 armor) [i]Init[/i]: +3 (+3 Dex) [i]Speed[/i]: 30ft [u]Saves[/u]: [i]Fortitude[/i] +0 [+0 base, +0 Con] [i]Reflex[/i] +3 [+0 base, +3 Dex] [i]Will[/i] +5 [+2 base, +3 Wis] [i]BAB[/i]: +0 [i]Melee Atk[/i]: [i]Ranged Atk: [/i] Eldritch Blast +4 [BAB +0, Dex +3, Weapon Focus +1] [i]Skills:[/i] ACP -2 Concentration +4 [4 ranks, +0 Con] Listen +5 [0 ranks, +2 racial, +3 Wis] Know (Arcana) +5 [4 ranks, +1 Int] Search +3 [0 ranks, +1 Int, +2 Racial] Spot +5 [0 ranks, +3 Wis, +2 racial] UMD +7 [4 ranks, +3 Cha] [i]Feats:[/i] Weapon Focus (Eldritch Blast) Languages: Common, Elven [i]Equipment:[/i] Chain Shirt (100gp) [/sblock] [b]Description[/b]: A slim, short elf, Well'Xix is wracked by an unending feeling of guilt. He always seems to be trying to prove himself, wielding his unusual arcana abilities to support his warband in combat. He knows that he is not trusted by his brethren and this pushes him to strive even harder to prove his trustworthiness and ability. [b]Background[/b]: There was more than a little confusion at Well's birth. One of the Keepers stated that his patron ancestor was a great arcanist, while another mentioned an ancient warrior. Eventually it was decided that his ancestor must have been Gala', the Horse Lord, but this was decided with some rumbling. From then on, the young man was watched with a wary eye, even more so when he began manifesting strange and potent abilities quite unattainable to normal elven arcanists. [b]Jull the Great Traitor[/b]: In the beginning, before there was an Aerenal, before there were Valenar, before the Undying Court, the elves dwelt upon lost Xen’Drik. They arose at the feet of giants and learned magic dropped from the mouths of dragons as contemptuously as crumbs. Then the Qori came and the giants unleashed their final solution, decimating their own land even as they banished the Quori back to their homes. Stories say that the elves took this opportunity to rise up and turn the tables on their masters, seeking to claim the glory of the giants for their own. The way the elves tell it, they were on the verge of victory when suddenly the great wyrms descended upon them, razing giant and elf alike and forcing their flight from their ancestral home. Many say that it was an elf who had called down the dragons, fueled by promises of riches and power in the new dragon-led regime. But even for the long-lived elves the past was long ago, and stories are mistold every day. Even the race memories of the elves are not always infallible…. “Jull! Where are you going!?!?!” screamed Rior as an explosion rocked the forest mere yards away. “Can’t you feel it?!” Jull screamed, but of course he knew that the warrior couldn’t. Rior’s arcane skills had always been weak; he was a warrior not a mage. He could hardly start a fire let alone feel the magic in the wind. But Jull couldn’t just feel it, he could [i]taste[/i] it. As battle raged, Jull had felt that familiar tingle. He’d broken ranks, he’d fled the scene of battle, he would be reprimanded. They were fighting for their race, his commanders would say, but Jull knew that something more important lay ahead. The other warrior called something out again but by now the sorcererous Jull was well out of hearing range. As he approached the monolith built on a scale that dwarfed even the giants who it was built for, the feeling only get stronger, something foul was in the air. He pulled his spells of protection close, this was one of the most well-protected strongholds of the giants, their mages would rip him to shreds with nary a thought if he was noticed, but he had to find out. He breached the perimeter, finding the cracks and passages that were completely unreachable by giants but years of training had shown him how to locate. As he entered the temple he could feel the sheer energy in the walls, the entire ziggurat-like structure was funneling an inordinate amount of power, enough power to rip the sky asunder and bring the moons crashing down. He began to hear voices leak through the stonework carried by the strange acoustics of the building or perhaps by the magic. As he finally breached the final chamber he saw the true extent of the giants’ plan and his heart quailed. The elf turned to flee, to warn his people, but he had been found. The ways were blocked, his protection spells fading away quickly under the assault of giant magic that seemed to come from everywhere. He fled through the passages weighing his options, knowing that he had to warn someone, anyone. They had to be stopped. In their desperation they had chosen a course of action that could never be undone! As the elf nearly gave in to the eldritch forces searching for him, grabbing at him, he saw ahead of him his one chance. As the elf placed his hands upon an oversized orb of crystal he felt a bizarre pulling in his soul. For an instant, he caught a glimpse of the future, caught a glimpse of the centuries of warfare, of the creation of elf-kinds’ most dangerous and overwhelming foes. He saw it all, the thousands and thousands of fallen elves, the children left orphaned, the fall of an entire bloodline of powerful elven magic. His heart quailed, tears welled in his eyes, and then he focused his mind. “Attention, Dragons of Argonessen! The giants have gone beyond the bounds of reason and threaten the world in their madness! Even now they plan to launch the blow which will send our world teetering into the darkness! You must come and put a stop to this! If you do not, then all is lost!” As he closed his mind and ended the transmission the elf fell to his knees, sobbing. “May I be forgiven.” [/QUOTE]
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