Alakashtai ir'Drosin, LG Kalashtar female monk 5/atavist 1//ardent 6
Appearance
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Alakashtai is very short and thin by Kalashtar standards, standing only 5' 4", and barely topping 120 lbs. Her hair is cut short, and between that and her other assets, she's very attractive. Those who don't know her are always shocked to learn she's a highly trained warrior and battlefield commander.
OOC: If you want to visualize Alakashtai in combat, think a blonde, blue-eyed, sane River Tam.
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Personality
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Cautious and distant, Alakashtai at first glance seems an unlikely commander. But those who have served under her command know she has a deep knowledge of tactics, and great inner strength.
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Background
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Alakashtai's natural parents -- her father a soulknife, her mother a kineticist -- were killed about 40 years ago by some sort of monster sent by the Dreaming Dark. The monster would have killed her, as well, but a pair of Khorvar (half-elven) adventures -- a female Silver Pyromancer (and noblewoman) and a male ranger, managed to finish what her parents started, and slew the creature. They were unable to save her parents, though, and so brought the girl home with them, intending to send her off with a family of her people as soon as they could.
However, they grew attached to Alakashtai over the course of returning to Flamekeep and seeking out the rare Kalashtar there to find adoptive parents for her. And so they married, and took the girl in themselves. While they tried to see that other Kalashtar taught Alakashtai the traditions of her people, she found herself drifting into the Church of the Silver Flame, of her adoptive parents and homeland. And at 35 -- late young adulthood, by Kalashtar standards -- she asked to enter training in one of the Church's monestaries, and was accepted.
Her adoptive parents returned to the service of Thrane's armies, and so it was that ten years later, Dame Morgana ir'Drosin was killed in Thrane's service. Only days later, the monestary Alakashtai had become an advanced student at was attacked by Karrn raiders -- with a quori-possessed commander. Only Alakashtai's rallying of the students, and the timely arrival of a troop of knights-in-training saved the monestary, and most of the students.
Lukar Enterro, the young paladin that commanded that troop, became her best friend as the war ended, and accompanied her when she left the monestary to seek out the reasons why the Dreaming Dark had sought her out. Over the course of those searches, they became very close -- lovers, in fact.
When those searches led to Sharn's Overlook district, a Kalashtar approached them and requested that Alakashtai come with him. For she was the last of the six his master had been seeking. The one with the most doubts, but the one who would lead them.
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Introductory story
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Alakashtai clutched the silver arrowhead she wore on a necklace yet again. It was not of any great value, and it was the symbol of a faith that was not entirely her own. But she owed Morgana ir'Drosin her life. She had been just old enough to remember why.
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Her parents, turning to face some abomination out of nightmares, father with his mind blade, mother with her mind alone. A mental whisper to run for her life, and to not stop running until she reached safety. Some kind of safety. Somewhere.
She hadn't run far, despite her parents' commands. Just far enouogh to hide, and watch. Surely nothing could defeat mother and father, side by side, fighting together.
First mother, then father, falling. The creature testing the air, turning, and beginning to move in her direction. And a column of silver-tinged fire enveloping it, as a pair of riders closed. That had not been sufficient to kill the creature, even with what her natural parents had already done to it.
The riders closed, one male, and one female. Both Khorvar. The man fired arrows at the creature. The woman was clearly the source of the silver-tinged fire, as she produced more of it when the first barrage proved insfufficent. Alakashtai had thought at the time that the woman's powers were like her mother's; the color of a fireball made little difference to a ten-year-old girl.
The whole battle had taken less than a minute to unfold. At the end, the creature lay destroyed. The newcomers wounds were serious, though the woman produced a wand, and tapped it on herself and her companion, closing their wounds.
They had gone to the side of her parents' bodies.
"We were too late for these two." The man said.
"They did not go down easily, Vencyl." The woman replied, looking around. "They gave everything they had to make a stand here. They could have fled."
"I think I know the reason they did not. Look at these tracks." He said, pointing to what could only be her footprints. "I suppose they could have been traveling with a halfling, but I think they were protecting a child. Or trying to, anyway."
And they followed her trail right to her. And Dame Morgana ir'Drosin, Knight Templar of the Silver Flame, and Silver Pyromancer, wrapped her arms around Alakashtai. "It's okay to cry. But you're safe now."
* * * *
Morgana and Vencyl had brought her back to Flamekeep, fully intending to find a Kalashtar family there to raise her eventually. They were adventurers, and she was a child. They were Khorvar, and while at first glance the child might have looked human, they knew well that it was in fact Kalashtar. But they had grown attached to her. Enough that they found they could not give her up. Enough that they had married, and adopted her as their own.
They had sought out the few of her people in Flamekeep, to teach her the traditions of the Kalashtar. Indeed, they had done everything they could to keep her from being an outsider, and everything they could to avoid forcing their own beliefs on her. They'd seeped into her nonetheless. When you lived with the best of what the Flame had to offer, it was easy enough to forgive the worst.
They had tried to do their best for her. For twenty years, they had. And when Alakashtai had wanted to enter training at a monestary dedicated to the Flame, they had agreed to let her go. And Dame Morgana had returned to service with the armies of Thrane, where she had served before she had found Alakashtai. She had, like she had before, served with skill and honor, wielding arcane power very few could match.
And all Alakashtai had left was the necklace around her neck, and what Vencyl kept at the manor house she would one day inherit, for Morgana and Vencyl had no children of their own. The woman who was as much her mother as the woman who had given birth to her was dead, one of the last casualties in a war that had last over a century, but barely touched her until then. Only days after she had recieved the news, the war had crashed into her life a final time.
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"Raiders!" The monestary's watchman had shouted, classes falling apart in an instant. The students would have to man the walls. The masters who trained them now were few in number, and far from young; the fully trained young men and women were, for the most part, in the field with Thrane's armies. It was, perhaps, true that the oldest of the students were quite capable, but they were all the masters' had to defend the younger, and the priceless relics the monestary held. Each man or woman they pronounced ready and let go was painful.
"Light the signal tower." Alakashtai shouted. She was the senior of the students; her orders would be followed. "Get the newlings and the masters out of here. And hold."
And they did. Unarmed and unarmored teenage boys and girls -- for by far most of her companions were human -- should have no chance against experienced Karrn light horsemen.
But they found Alakashtai was an impossible to touch whirlwind. Many -- most -- of her fellows were bigger and stronger. Certainly those she faced were. She was quicker, and master of the defensive arts of her monestary. Many on both sides fell; she was sure the students were dying harder than the raiders had expected, but apparently it was not enough to call off the raid.
"Fall back to the inner wall." She ordered. The last retreat they could make. And then she sensed something in the eyes of the commander on the other side. A warning from her other self -- there was another presense behind his eyes. One that was after her, and her alone.
"If you want me, come and take me." She shouted at the man, flipping out ahead of her lines.
"I would not try it." Someone shouted, from behind the raiders' line. A troop of heavy horsemen in Thrane's colors were busy cutting through the raiders from behind. He couldn't have been more than twenty, but it was clear he commanded them.
"And why not? Would you let me live?" The raider launched himself at her, as if he did not care about his own life. And the mind that controlled his body did not, she was sure. Alakashtai broke up his attacks in a vicous set of blocks and parries.
"Move!" The newcomer shouted, just in time. As a lance pierced the raider, and shot out the other side.
* * * * *
And that was the day she had met Sir Lukar Enterro. Paladin of the Flame, as newly-trained as she was. He'd become her best friend -- somehow she had never been close to her fellow monks. The battle at the monestary had been only weeks before the final truce in what was now called the Last War, and his horsemen had stayed at her monestary, providing additional guards, until that truce was called. And then there was peace, and neither her fellows nor his would be going to the front lines after all.
Her parents' deaths had been in a war far, far older. One that did not even have the remnants of a truce that the Last War had ended in. Until that battle at the monestary, she had thought that she could serve the Light and the Flame in mortal battles. She had sought someone who could divine the reasons why she was being dragged back into it. Lukar had accompanied her on that search; he knew what she was doing, and why.
"Your people's enemies have those who can piece through the viels of time to some small degree, to catch the fragments that we call prophecy. And those fragments say a daughter of Kashtai, raised in flame, will become one of their greatest enemies. Perhaps there are other Kalashtar who can tell you more; that was everything I could learn." Alistair ir'Indari had told her that, and he was perhaps the pre-eminent temple archivist in all of Thrane. She would not get a better answer here. It would have to be to Sharn, and the largest enclave of her people -- though still tiny by any objective standard -- and Lukar had followed her there.
Had taken it in stride when a complete stranger -- though clearly Kalashtar to her trained eyes -- had approached her in the Overlook district, and greeted her with nothing more than "You are the last the master is seeking. You must come." He had supported the both of them, while she trained to the path of the Atavist -- something she had never heard of before, something she was in no way sure that she wanted. Was she a daughter of the Silver Flame, or the Path of the Light? Was there a way to follow both?
For most of those two years, Lukar had been her lover. He wanted her to marry him, though he had yet to formally ask. He was afrfaid she might say no. She was afraid she might say yes, and bind him to her, and a war that was not his, after being spared all but one battle of the Last. Though she suspected that bond might be there, wedding or no.
At the first, she had wondered why she was chosen. There were others who could match her quickness, and best her easily in toughness and strength. There were others that could match her will. There were stronger personalities, and quicker minds. But the masters had wanted her, who had the most cracks, to be their anchor. And their commander; for all their individual skills, none had led men in combat before, and she most certainly had.
And so she let go of Morgana's necklace, forced down the tears that threatened when painful memories bubbled to the surface, and returned to training. She had work to do.
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Alakashtai on the other PCs
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Wraethmar
Malkhad
Sushana
Marserath
Khanserath
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Combat and Tactics
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Alakashtai comes from a very defense-oriented school of fighting; she tries to use combat expertise and/or fight defensively until she can arrange a favorable situation (due to high ground, flanking, or successfully stunning her opponent with stunning fist), and then unleashes a flurry of blows attack.
However, as she's learned to master her new psionic abilities, and as the others have grown more comfortable with her leadership, she's taken to staying out melee if she can, giving orders, and using her powers to attack and to heal and defend her allies.
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NPC log
Character's I've created for Alakashtai's background
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Dame Morgana ir'Drosin, LG half-elf female cleric 1/wizard 5/Silver Pyromancer 3
Alakashtai's adoptive mother. Died in the final year of the Last War, fighting for Thrane.
Vencyl ir'Drosin, LG half-elf male Ranger 9
Alakashtai's adoptive father. Lives near Flamekeep.
Sir Lukar Enterro, human paladin [Silver Flame]
Alakashtai's closest friend and lover (and cohort).
Lord Reverened Alistair ir'Indari, LG human male Archivist 7/Aristocrat 2.
Theocrat of a district in northern Thrane about halfway between Silvercliff Castle and Thaliost.
DM note:
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In Shards of the Silver Flame and Warriors of the Coast, Lord Reverened Alistair ir'Indari (Archivist 7/Aristocrat 2) was a very high-level member of the Argentum (see the Thrane section of Five Nations), as one of its foremost experts on divine artifacts. He had a fair number of adventurers working for him (most notably the PCs of the now-discontinued Shards of the Silver Flame game, and his daughter Khalia, who's a PC in Warriors of the Coast), and extensive other contacts.
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Resource log
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[b]Character Name:[/b] Alakashtai ir'Drosin
[b]Character Race:[/b] Kalashtar
[b]Character Classes:[/b] Monk 5/Atavist 1//Ardent 6
[b]Deity:[/b] The Silver Flame
Note: Alakashtai sees a deep connection between the traditional
Kalashtar practices of The Path of the Light and those of the
Church of the Silver Flame, and practices traditional Kalashtar
meditation techniques -- a connection that many Kalashtar
mystics have seen as well -- though it's quite possible that
she sees more than is truly there.
[b]Alignment:[/b] Lawful Good
[b]Age:[/b] 48
[b]Gender:[/b] F
[b]Height:[/b] 5' 4"
[b]Weight:[/b] 125 lbs.
[b]Eyes:[/b] Blue
[b]Hair:[/b] Pale blonde
[b]Skin:[/b] Fair
[b]Character Level:[/b] 6
[b]XP:[/b] 15,000
[b]Known Languages:[/b]
Common, Quor, Reidran, Elven
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[b]Strength:[/b] 10 +0 ( 2 pts)
[b]Dexterity:[/b] 18 +4 ( 8 pts) +1 @ Level 4 +2 gloves
[b]Constitution:[/b] 12 +1 ( 4 pts)
[b]Intelligence:[/b] 14 +2 ( 6 pts)
[b]Wisdom:[/b] 18 +4 (10 pts) +2 periapt
[b]Charisma:[/b] 12 +1 ( 4 pts)
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[b]Hit Dice:[/b] 5d8 (monk) +1d10 (atavist)//6d6 (ardent)
[b]Hit Points:[/b] 45
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[b]Save vs. Fortitude:[/b] +5 [+4 (monk good, atavist/ardent poor) + 1 (Con)]
[b]Save vs. Reflex:[/b] +11 [+7 (monk, atavist good) + 4 (Dex)]
[b]Save vs. Will:[/b] +11 [+7 (all good) + 4 (Wis)]
[b]Special Save Notes:[/b]
+2 racial vs. mind-affecting spells/abilities
+2 reflex saves when a Kalashtar ally is within 60' and
psionicly focused
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[b]Initiative Modifier:[/b] +3
+2 iniative when a Kalashtar ally is within 60' and
psionicly focused
[b]Base Attack Bonus:[/b] +4 [all classes 3/4]
[b]Melee Attack Bonus:[/b] +8 [BASE (4) + DEX MOD (4)]
[b]Ranged Attack Bonus:[/b] +8 [BASE (4) + DEX MOD (4)]
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[b]AC:[/b] 21 [ BASE(10) + DEX(4) + WIS(4) + Monk(1)
+ ring (1) + bracers (1)]
[b]Flatfooted AC:[/b] 17
[b]Touch AC:[/b] 20
[b]Notes:[/b]
+1 AC when psionicly focused (Force mantle)
Usually uses Force Screen power in combat (+4 shield)
=> with both, AC 26
Often uses combat expertise and/or fights defensively
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[b]Weapons:[/b]
Unarmed Strike
Ki strike (magic)
ATK +8, DMG d8, CRIT 20/x2
-FLURRY +7/+7
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[b]Feats[/b]
combat expertise (L1)
improved unarmed strike (monk 1)
stunning fist (monk 1) [DC 17]
gestalt anchor (kalashtar monk 2)
weapon finesse (L3)
leadership (L6)
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[b]Skills:[/b]
Name/Total Mod (Ability) ** # Ranks taken
ranks ability misc total
Bluff 0 1 2 3
Concentration 8 1 0 9
Diplomacy 0 1 2 3
Disguise (human) 0 1 2 3
Knowledge (Tactics) 8 2 0 10
Heal 5 4 0 9
Intimidate 0 1 2 3
Tumble 8 4 0 12
Knowledge (Reglion) 5 2 0 7
Listen 7 4 0 11
Perform (dance) 5 1 0 6
Ride 1 4 0 5
Spot 7 4 0 11
* Armor Check: 0
[CC] Cross Class Skill
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[b]Special Abilities[/b]
[racial]
+2 racial vs. mind-affecting spells/abilities
+2 bluff, diplomacy, intimidate,
disguise checks to appear human
+1 power point/level
[i]mindlink[/i] 1/day as wilder of level/2
[monk]
unarmed strike
flurry (+3/+3)
evasion
still mind
[i]ki[/i] strike (magic)
slow fall 20'
purity of body
[atavist]
call to mind 3/day
spirtual lineage: cautious (listen and spot are class skills)
unarmored strike (atavist levels stack with monk levels for dmg)
[ardent]
(from mantles)
+1 deflection bonus to AC while focused (force mantle)
expend focus to increase manifester level by 1 for purpose
of manifesting a power from the life mantle (life mantle)
expend focus to deal +1d6 additional damage to a non-good
creature (good mantle)
expend focus to take the damage dealt to an adjacent ally
by a single melee attack (guardian mantle)
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[b]Powers[/b]
Power points:
35 (ardent 6) + 6 (kalashtar) + 12 (18 wis) = 53
Mantles:
L1 - Force, Life
L2 - Good
L5 - Guardian
Powers Known:
Level 1
touch of health
force screen
protection from evil, psionic
Level 2
concussion blast
damp power
empathic trasfer
Level 3
body purification
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[b]Equipment & Gear:[/b]
gloves of dexterity +2
periapt of wisdom +2
ring of protection +1
bracers of armor +1
cost (gp) wt (carried) wt (on mount)
gloves of dexterity +2 4,000.00
periapt of wisdom +2 4,000.00
ring of protection +1 2,500.00
bracers of armor +1 1,000.00
masterwork saingham 303.00 1
backpack 2.00 2
bedroll 0.10 5
flint & steel 1.00
ink, 1 vial 8.00
inkpen 0.10
parchment (5 sheets) 1.00
rope, 50', silk 10.00 5
signet ring 5.00
tent 10.00 20
waterskin 1.00 4
whetstone 0.02 1
everburning torch 110.00 1
healer's kit 50.00 1
holy symbol, silver 25.00 1
monk's outfit - 2
explorer's outfit 10.00 8
courtier's outfit 30.00 6
jewelry 50.00
warhorse, light 150.00
bit & bridle 2.00 1
military saddle 60.00 40
saddlebags 4.00 8
total 12,332.22 17.00 89
cash remaining 667.78
[b]EQUIPMENT WEIGHT:[/b]
[b]ARMOR WEIGHT:[/b]
[b]WEAPON WEIGHT:[/b]
[b]TOTAL WEIGHT:[/b]
[b]Carrying Capacity[/b] 10 STR
[b]Light:[/b] 33 [b]Medium:[/b] 66 [b]Heavy:[/b] 100
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[b]Treasure:[/b]
remaining gold: gp sp
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[b]Base Speed (Actual Movement):[/b] 40 ftAppearance
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Alakashtai is very short and thin by Kalashtar standards, standing only 5' 4", and barely topping 120 lbs. Her hair is cut short, and between that and her other assets, she's very attractive. Those who don't know her are always shocked to learn she's a highly trained warrior and battlefield commander.
OOC: If you want to visualize Alakashtai in combat, think a blonde, blue-eyed, sane River Tam.
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Personality
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Cautious and distant, Alakashtai at first glance seems an unlikely commander. But those who have served under her command know she has a deep knowledge of tactics, and great inner strength.
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Background
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Alakashtai's natural parents -- her father a soulknife, her mother a kineticist -- were killed about 40 years ago by some sort of monster sent by the Dreaming Dark. The monster would have killed her, as well, but a pair of Khorvar (half-elven) adventures -- a female Silver Pyromancer (and noblewoman) and a male ranger, managed to finish what her parents started, and slew the creature. They were unable to save her parents, though, and so brought the girl home with them, intending to send her off with a family of her people as soon as they could.
However, they grew attached to Alakashtai over the course of returning to Flamekeep and seeking out the rare Kalashtar there to find adoptive parents for her. And so they married, and took the girl in themselves. While they tried to see that other Kalashtar taught Alakashtai the traditions of her people, she found herself drifting into the Church of the Silver Flame, of her adoptive parents and homeland. And at 35 -- late young adulthood, by Kalashtar standards -- she asked to enter training in one of the Church's monestaries, and was accepted.
Her adoptive parents returned to the service of Thrane's armies, and so it was that ten years later, Dame Morgana ir'Drosin was killed in Thrane's service. Only days later, the monestary Alakashtai had become an advanced student at was attacked by Karrn raiders -- with a quori-possessed commander. Only Alakashtai's rallying of the students, and the timely arrival of a troop of knights-in-training saved the monestary, and most of the students.
Lukar Enterro, the young paladin that commanded that troop, became her best friend as the war ended, and accompanied her when she left the monestary to seek out the reasons why the Dreaming Dark had sought her out. Over the course of those searches, they became very close -- lovers, in fact.
When those searches led to Sharn's Overlook district, a Kalashtar approached them and requested that Alakashtai come with him. For she was the last of the six his master had been seeking. The one with the most doubts, but the one who would lead them.
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Introductory story
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Alakashtai clutched the silver arrowhead she wore on a necklace yet again. It was not of any great value, and it was the symbol of a faith that was not entirely her own. But she owed Morgana ir'Drosin her life. She had been just old enough to remember why.
* * * *
Her parents, turning to face some abomination out of nightmares, father with his mind blade, mother with her mind alone. A mental whisper to run for her life, and to not stop running until she reached safety. Some kind of safety. Somewhere.
She hadn't run far, despite her parents' commands. Just far enouogh to hide, and watch. Surely nothing could defeat mother and father, side by side, fighting together.
First mother, then father, falling. The creature testing the air, turning, and beginning to move in her direction. And a column of silver-tinged fire enveloping it, as a pair of riders closed. That had not been sufficient to kill the creature, even with what her natural parents had already done to it.
The riders closed, one male, and one female. Both Khorvar. The man fired arrows at the creature. The woman was clearly the source of the silver-tinged fire, as she produced more of it when the first barrage proved insfufficent. Alakashtai had thought at the time that the woman's powers were like her mother's; the color of a fireball made little difference to a ten-year-old girl.
The whole battle had taken less than a minute to unfold. At the end, the creature lay destroyed. The newcomers wounds were serious, though the woman produced a wand, and tapped it on herself and her companion, closing their wounds.
They had gone to the side of her parents' bodies.
"We were too late for these two." The man said.
"They did not go down easily, Vencyl." The woman replied, looking around. "They gave everything they had to make a stand here. They could have fled."
"I think I know the reason they did not. Look at these tracks." He said, pointing to what could only be her footprints. "I suppose they could have been traveling with a halfling, but I think they were protecting a child. Or trying to, anyway."
And they followed her trail right to her. And Dame Morgana ir'Drosin, Knight Templar of the Silver Flame, and Silver Pyromancer, wrapped her arms around Alakashtai. "It's okay to cry. But you're safe now."
* * * *
Morgana and Vencyl had brought her back to Flamekeep, fully intending to find a Kalashtar family there to raise her eventually. They were adventurers, and she was a child. They were Khorvar, and while at first glance the child might have looked human, they knew well that it was in fact Kalashtar. But they had grown attached to her. Enough that they found they could not give her up. Enough that they had married, and adopted her as their own.
They had sought out the few of her people in Flamekeep, to teach her the traditions of the Kalashtar. Indeed, they had done everything they could to keep her from being an outsider, and everything they could to avoid forcing their own beliefs on her. They'd seeped into her nonetheless. When you lived with the best of what the Flame had to offer, it was easy enough to forgive the worst.
They had tried to do their best for her. For twenty years, they had. And when Alakashtai had wanted to enter training at a monestary dedicated to the Flame, they had agreed to let her go. And Dame Morgana had returned to service with the armies of Thrane, where she had served before she had found Alakashtai. She had, like she had before, served with skill and honor, wielding arcane power very few could match.
And all Alakashtai had left was the necklace around her neck, and what Vencyl kept at the manor house she would one day inherit, for Morgana and Vencyl had no children of their own. The woman who was as much her mother as the woman who had given birth to her was dead, one of the last casualties in a war that had last over a century, but barely touched her until then. Only days after she had recieved the news, the war had crashed into her life a final time.
* * * * *
"Raiders!" The monestary's watchman had shouted, classes falling apart in an instant. The students would have to man the walls. The masters who trained them now were few in number, and far from young; the fully trained young men and women were, for the most part, in the field with Thrane's armies. It was, perhaps, true that the oldest of the students were quite capable, but they were all the masters' had to defend the younger, and the priceless relics the monestary held. Each man or woman they pronounced ready and let go was painful.
"Light the signal tower." Alakashtai shouted. She was the senior of the students; her orders would be followed. "Get the newlings and the masters out of here. And hold."
And they did. Unarmed and unarmored teenage boys and girls -- for by far most of her companions were human -- should have no chance against experienced Karrn light horsemen.
But they found Alakashtai was an impossible to touch whirlwind. Many -- most -- of her fellows were bigger and stronger. Certainly those she faced were. She was quicker, and master of the defensive arts of her monestary. Many on both sides fell; she was sure the students were dying harder than the raiders had expected, but apparently it was not enough to call off the raid.
"Fall back to the inner wall." She ordered. The last retreat they could make. And then she sensed something in the eyes of the commander on the other side. A warning from her other self -- there was another presense behind his eyes. One that was after her, and her alone.
"If you want me, come and take me." She shouted at the man, flipping out ahead of her lines.
"I would not try it." Someone shouted, from behind the raiders' line. A troop of heavy horsemen in Thrane's colors were busy cutting through the raiders from behind. He couldn't have been more than twenty, but it was clear he commanded them.
"And why not? Would you let me live?" The raider launched himself at her, as if he did not care about his own life. And the mind that controlled his body did not, she was sure. Alakashtai broke up his attacks in a vicous set of blocks and parries.
"Move!" The newcomer shouted, just in time. As a lance pierced the raider, and shot out the other side.
* * * * *
And that was the day she had met Sir Lukar Enterro. Paladin of the Flame, as newly-trained as she was. He'd become her best friend -- somehow she had never been close to her fellow monks. The battle at the monestary had been only weeks before the final truce in what was now called the Last War, and his horsemen had stayed at her monestary, providing additional guards, until that truce was called. And then there was peace, and neither her fellows nor his would be going to the front lines after all.
Her parents' deaths had been in a war far, far older. One that did not even have the remnants of a truce that the Last War had ended in. Until that battle at the monestary, she had thought that she could serve the Light and the Flame in mortal battles. She had sought someone who could divine the reasons why she was being dragged back into it. Lukar had accompanied her on that search; he knew what she was doing, and why.
"Your people's enemies have those who can piece through the viels of time to some small degree, to catch the fragments that we call prophecy. And those fragments say a daughter of Kashtai, raised in flame, will become one of their greatest enemies. Perhaps there are other Kalashtar who can tell you more; that was everything I could learn." Alistair ir'Indari had told her that, and he was perhaps the pre-eminent temple archivist in all of Thrane. She would not get a better answer here. It would have to be to Sharn, and the largest enclave of her people -- though still tiny by any objective standard -- and Lukar had followed her there.
Had taken it in stride when a complete stranger -- though clearly Kalashtar to her trained eyes -- had approached her in the Overlook district, and greeted her with nothing more than "You are the last the master is seeking. You must come." He had supported the both of them, while she trained to the path of the Atavist -- something she had never heard of before, something she was in no way sure that she wanted. Was she a daughter of the Silver Flame, or the Path of the Light? Was there a way to follow both?
For most of those two years, Lukar had been her lover. He wanted her to marry him, though he had yet to formally ask. He was afrfaid she might say no. She was afraid she might say yes, and bind him to her, and a war that was not his, after being spared all but one battle of the Last. Though she suspected that bond might be there, wedding or no.
At the first, she had wondered why she was chosen. There were others who could match her quickness, and best her easily in toughness and strength. There were others that could match her will. There were stronger personalities, and quicker minds. But the masters had wanted her, who had the most cracks, to be their anchor. And their commander; for all their individual skills, none had led men in combat before, and she most certainly had.
And so she let go of Morgana's necklace, forced down the tears that threatened when painful memories bubbled to the surface, and returned to training. She had work to do.
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Alakashtai on the other PCs
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Wraethmar
Malkhad
Sushana
Marserath
Khanserath
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Combat and Tactics
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Alakashtai comes from a very defense-oriented school of fighting; she tries to use combat expertise and/or fight defensively until she can arrange a favorable situation (due to high ground, flanking, or successfully stunning her opponent with stunning fist), and then unleashes a flurry of blows attack.
However, as she's learned to master her new psionic abilities, and as the others have grown more comfortable with her leadership, she's taken to staying out melee if she can, giving orders, and using her powers to attack and to heal and defend her allies.
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NPC log
Character's I've created for Alakashtai's background
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Dame Morgana ir'Drosin, LG half-elf female cleric 1/wizard 5/Silver Pyromancer 3
Alakashtai's adoptive mother. Died in the final year of the Last War, fighting for Thrane.
Vencyl ir'Drosin, LG half-elf male Ranger 9
Alakashtai's adoptive father. Lives near Flamekeep.
Sir Lukar Enterro, human paladin [Silver Flame]
Alakashtai's closest friend and lover (and cohort).
Lord Reverened Alistair ir'Indari, LG human male Archivist 7/Aristocrat 2.
Theocrat of a district in northern Thrane about halfway between Silvercliff Castle and Thaliost.
DM note:
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In Shards of the Silver Flame and Warriors of the Coast, Lord Reverened Alistair ir'Indari (Archivist 7/Aristocrat 2) was a very high-level member of the Argentum (see the Thrane section of Five Nations), as one of its foremost experts on divine artifacts. He had a fair number of adventurers working for him (most notably the PCs of the now-discontinued Shards of the Silver Flame game, and his daughter Khalia, who's a PC in Warriors of the Coast), and extensive other contacts.
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Resource log
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