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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 3809954" data-attributes="member: 48394">Suvarion; elan psion (kineticist)SuvarionBackground:[sblock] The two figures stood high on a cliff, looking out over a blasted waste of grey dunes, dotted here and there with crumbling towers of rough stone- obviously not natural rock formations. This was the deep desert wastelands- no one dwelt in this desolate realms, not even the maddest nomadic recluses, and the pair had traveled for days just to reach this point. The taller of the two (by only the slimmest of margins) seemed to defy reasonable precaution- despite the killing heat of the air, she was wrapped in a full cloak of heavy black material, unadorned save for a patch above the left breast where some symbol had been crudely removed. After a long time spent in quiet contemplation of the ruined vista before them, she finally turned to her compatriot, a withered and ancient elvish man in the paint and bones of a tribal shaman."We did this, you say?," the woman asked quietly, turning away from the eerie scene. "I knew that some answer might be found amongst your people, that perhaps even if no living memory remained, the elves would know- but truly, I hoped for some other answer. Any other answer than to hear that my folk were the authors of such destruction."The elf shook his head sadly, the ritual beads braided into his hair rattling softly. "We do not know for sure what caused the great catastrophe- only that you, or those like you, wrought some of the local destruction that was but one part of the sundering. In some places, the devastation was as sudden as the sunrise- while in other places, it still seems to be happening, as sickly grey dunes creep across what was healthy land." He paused, still staring out across the sky towards the nearest of the towers. "That was a dwelling place, you said? It is hard to conceive of folk dwelling together on such a scale- even the magic of the God-Kings would be hard-pressed to support such a settlement."Slowly, almost reluctantly, the woman turned to view the scene once more. "It was more than that. The last time I saw this place, all those towers and more of them that have vanished were all part of one city. Even the land between them was filled with smaller buildings and houses, all of this valley was one great community..." She drew a deep sigh, and her voice grew rough as if she were fighting back tears as the memories flooded through her. "It seems like only yesterday. We were the proud army, our least members capable of great feats of power, and we crossed over this very ridge- none of us thought to look back, for we were all so confident that we would soon return in triumph. None of us knew what we were headed into- the battlefields, the powers that were unleashed. If I had not been trapped within that terrible mindscape, I would have perished as well, like all my people... Instead I endured as the years passed- I cannot believe how long it has been, nor can I believe that those visions which plagued me for so long, were true scenes of what happened in the outside world. I had hoped, truly, that those were visions of my worst nightmares, sent to torment me in my hellish prison. Even when the walls of that containment began to fail, I still thought what I saw was illusion- but to be faced with this, and to feel that somehow I bear even the slightest shade of responsibility, well it would have been better if I had died."The elven shaman looked at her with concern etched into the lines of his ancient face. "Not better, for then you would retain that responsibility through all eternity. You lived, as so few of your people did- yes, others survived the catastrophe, others of your undying folk. Most have been driven mad, or retreated to the dark places of the world- and other, stranger beings lived as well. But few have any care or concern for the world outside their own petty domains. You have seen where that leads, both in the desolation before us, and in the servants of the God-Kings that we met upon the road. Perhaps you lived for some greater reason- perhaps there is still work for you to do here. There are the true reasons for the sundering, yet to be unearthed, and there are many ways which you might seek expiation or atonement, for what responsibility or horrors still haunt your soul. There are good deeds to be done, Suvarion who was called Skybreaker- your name, after all, was not lost to time, for your powers were legendary in the Time Before. Perhaps your imprisonment diminished those gifts, or perhaps it is simply part of the trial that your life has prepared for you. But you can do much, more than simple folk like myself and my tribe. It is only up to you to decide what path to take- I am sure that the God-Kings might welcome a servant of such power, and I am equally sure that you might struggle against those false gods, with far more success than the refugees of the wasteland. I will leave you now, that you might stand beneath the stars and the wind and meditate upon your choices- both those you have made and those you have yet to make." Without another word, the old elf began to make his way back down the hill, towards the small band of warrior-scouts that had escorted them on their journey so far."You are right," she said finally, after hours had passed. She did not seem to realize she was alone, and the shaman and his escort had departed to return to their home. "There are questions that I must find the answers to, and deeds I can do to salve the wounds I bear upon my soul. Now I must begin..." With but a thought, the air seemed to boil around her, and the heavy black cloak belled outward like a great pair of wings as she rose into the air, ready to begin this new journey- it would be a long one, she knew, but time was one obstacle she knew she could face. Perhaps there might be others to join her upon the road...[/sblock]Description: [sblock]Suvarion appears as a young woman of average height with a slender build.  Her hair is black, worn in a long single braid which falls just below her waist, while her eyes are dark as well- they are truly black, beyond the range of human coloration, with the almond shape most often seen in elven folk.  Her skin is quite pale, and oddly smooth.  At a quick glance, she appears human, but more careful observation (especially of the traits described above) reveals her true race.  She is an elan, and by the standards of that folk she is an "older model", the sort created in ancient times and not one made recently.She has recently exchanged her heavy black cloak (and accompanying ancient insignia) for a lightweight sand-colored cloak of the sort favored by the few nomads who brave the deep deserts.  This garment has a deep hood and covers her from head to toe in loose-woven fabric- an ideal choice for desert travel.  Beneath that cloak she dresses in very simple fashion (most of the time)-typically the loose breeches, soft boots, and lightweight shirt and tunic favored by the simple folk.  While her garb is simple, its loose-cut style hides certain things- the hood of her cloak conceals an ornate band across her forehead, with a sparkling jewel between her brows, and her loose-cut shirt conceals a heavy pectoral amulet incised with ancient runes.  Most of her other possessions are typically carried within the simple satchel that hangs from her left shoulder- including a short spear with an odd crystalline blade.Historical notes: The name Suvarion is uncommon in the modern age, and far more typical of the naming conventions before the great catastrophe.  In fact, a devoted scholar of history may recognize the name as belonging to one of the more powerful elan 'living weapons' crafted in the years before the Breaking began- Suvarion Skybreaker.  Unlike most legendary figures of power, no stories exist of her death- she simply vanished into the mists of time, lost as society collapsed and communications failed.[/sblock]Game stats:[sblock]Name: Suvarionelan female psion (kineticist) 14; medium aberrationXP 91001Chaotic GoodSTR: 8 (-1; 0 pts)DEX: 16 (+3; 6 points, +2 enhancement)CON: 14 (+2; 6 points)INT: 24 (+7; 10 points, +2 advancement, +6 enhancement)WIS: 14 (+2; 5 points, +1 advancement)CHA: 11 (+0; 5 points, -2 racial)Hit points: 4 +13d4 (32) +28 (CON)= 64 Armor Class: 13 (touch 13/flatfooted 10) +Inertial Armor (up to +9)Move: 30 feet (6 squares)Initiative: +3 (DEX)Power points: 221 (2 racial, +170 psion, +49 INT)BAB: +7/+2attacks: +7/+2; 1d6+0 Shortspear +1 (can be up to +5 dependent on power point reserve)+10 FORT: +4 base +2 CON +4 cloak (Can also add +3 against spells/spell-like effects)+11 REF: +4 base +3 DEX +4 cloak+17 WILL: +9 base +2 WIS +2 feat +4 cloakFeats:Endurance (level 1)Enlarge power (psion 1 bonus)Iron will (level 3)Psionic meditation (psion 5 bonus)Overchannel (level 6)Extend power (level 9)Widen power (psion 10 bonus)Quicken power (level 12)Skills:+21/Autohypnosis/ 17 ranks +2 WIS +2 synergy+24/Concentration/ 17 ranks +2 CON +5 item+6/Knowledge- arcana/ 2 ranks +4 INT+11/Knowledge- history/ 7 ranks +4 INT+23/Knowledge- psionics/ 17 ranks +4 INT +2 synergy+9/Knowledge- religion/ 5 ranks +4 INT+23/Psicraft/ 17 ranks +4 INT +2 synergy+5/Sense motive (cc)/ 6 points = 3 ranks +2 WIS+5/Survival (cc)/ 6 points = 3 ranks +2 WISLanguages: Common (archaic)Common (contemporary)ElvenDraconicPowers (27), save DC 17 + power level (Psychokinesis 18 + PL):Level 1- Deceleration, Detect psionics, Energy ray, Far hand, Inertial armorLevel 2- Concussion blast, Control air, Energy missile, Energy pushLevel 3- Body adjustment, Body purification, Dispel psionics, Energy burst, Telekinetic force, TouchsightLevel 4- Dimension door (psionic), Energy adaptation, Energy ball, Inertial barrierLevel 5- Adapt body, Power resistanceLevel 6- Breath of the black dragon, Disintegrate (psionic), Dispelling buffer, Overland flight (psionic)Level 7- Energy wave, Mind blank (personal)Racial traits:-Size medium; base speed 30 feet-Aberration: no darkvision, but unaffected by spells/effects which target 'humanoids only'-Naturally psionic: +2 pp (already included)-Resistance: As an immediate action, spend 1 pp to gain +4 to any saves until the start of her next turn-Resilience: As an immediate action, reduce damage taken by -2 HP per 1 pp spent-Repletion: Spend 1 pp to do without food or water for 1 day-Trance: does not sleep normally- 4 hours of deep meditation gives the benefit of 8 hours sleepPossessions:Headband of Intellect +6 (36000 gp)Ring of evasion (25000 gp)+1 Psychic shortspear (18302 gp, MIC)Cloak of comfort +4 (18000 gp, CompMage)Psionatrix (Psychokinesis; 8000 gp, MIC/XPH)Ring of Mystic Defiance (7500 gp, MIC)Dorje (Tongues, psionic; 50 charges, ML 3; 4500 gp, XPH)Gloves of Dexterity +2 (4000 gp)Cognizance crystal (3 pp; 4000 gp, MIC/XPH)Keoghtom's Ointment (5 uses; 4000 gp)Orb of Mental Renewal (3100 gp, MIC)Third eye- clarity (3000 gp, MIC)Tunic of Steady Spellcasting (2500 gp)Dimension stride boots (2000 gp, MIC)Hewards handy haversack (2000 gp)Dorje (Call to mind; 50 charges, ML 1; 750 gp, XPH)various mundane clothing and items, includingtravelers outfit (x3)cold iron dagger (x2)small steel mirrorbelt pouch flint and steel(more to come; 142652 gp spent +mundane gear cost)[/sblock]</blockquote>

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