Vithras Entarim "Sparrow"
High Elf
Level:5
Ranger 2/ Fighter 3
5'5", 114 lbs.
Black hair,just past shoulders (worn in a ponytail),
eyes pale green.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
STR 16 8 <15,+1@4th>
DEX 16 6
CON 12 6
INT 12 4
WIS 10 2
CHA 10 2
HP 39
Base:+5
Fort :+7
Ref +4
Will :+2
Init :+3
AC:17/14 flat/13 touch
Move: 30'
Feats: Point Blank Shot,Far Shot,Rapid Shot,
Weapon Focus: LongCompBow
Ambidexterity, Two-Weapon Fighting, Track,
Favored Enemy:Giants
+2 Spot,Listen,Search <within 5 feet of a secret door,
he gets a search check>Immune to Sleep,
+2 vs, Enchantments,
Speaks: Common, Elven,Giantish.
Skills
<25 Ranger , 9 Fighter>
Spot 4/+7
Listen 4/+7
Search 1/+4<cross>
Hide 4/+7
Move Silently 4/+7
Wilderness Lore 4/+5
Prof:Bowyer 2/+3
Climb 2/+5
Jump 1/+4
Swim 1
Knowledge: Nature 1/+2
Heal 1/+2
Ride 3/+6
Intuit Direction 1/+2
Long Composite Bow +10 <12 within 30'> 1D8+4 crit 20/X3 110' Increments
L-C Bow <Rapid Shot>+8/+8<10 within 30'>1D8+4 crit 20/X3 110' Increments
Longsword +9<+7 with 2-weapon fighting> 1D8+3 crit 19-20/X2
Shortsword +9<+7 with 2-weapon fighting> 1D6+3/1D6+1 crit 19-20/X2 offhand.
Dagger +8 1D4+3 crit 19-20/X2 10' Range Increments
+1 Mighty <+3Str> Long Composite Bow-2700GP
Mithral Shirt -1100
Master-Worked Long Sword -315GP
Master-Worked Short Sword -310
Elven Cloak -2000
Elven Boots-2000
Quiver of 20 Masterworked Arrows -141GP
Quiver of 20 Masterworked Arrows <on Horse>-141GP
4 Potions of Cure Light Wounds 1D4+9 <House Rules Change>-200GP
1 Potion of Change Self -50GP
1 Potion of Expeditious Retreat -50GP
1 Potion of Jump -50GP
3 Daggers -6GP
Light Horse,Riding Saddle & gear -87GP
Saddle Bags:
2 weeks Grain -1GP
Crowbar -2GP
100 Silk Rope & Grapnel -21GP
Small Bullseye Lantern 5 Flasks Oil -17GP
2 Weeks Trail Rations -7GP
Satchel -1GP
Bedroll- 1SP
Aprox 9 SP left over.
Hailing from the Realm of Kythraen, the Elf known as Vithras Entarim <though his close friends usually just call him Sparrow or Vith> has known nothing but strife in his life. When the young elf was but 30 years old, not even yet upon his first Path, his village of Hurvethas was attacked by Hill Giants and their Orcish Slaves. Barely one in five elves escaped the treacherous attack, for the Giants attacked during the Spring Harvest Celebration, while most of the community was celebrating a record bounty that the Land had gratiously given forth. Vith's father Issyllarin was slain defending his brother and two sisters,as well as his mother, all to no avail, as they were cut down by the Giants like so much wheat from the so-recently harvested fields surrounding the community.
The survivors fled south, Vithras' uncle Thellim leading the way, for Thellim was a Roadwalker, one of the Rangers of the Land, serving the Crown, and thus he knew safe havens for the beleagured Folk. Once all of the survivors had been delivered to the Human town of Alfrin's Ridge <some30 miles from Hurvethas>, Thellim turned grimly back to the Road, taking with him the remainder of the Elves capable of battle, along with twice as many Humans from the town, for the two communities had long since been friends and allies in trade and other commerce. Young Vith seethed with rage at the thought of his slain Mother and Father, and he wanted to go back, his tiny play bow in hand.
Thellim knelt down and whispered in the young Elf's ear 'Your time has not come, little Sparrow <his nickname for Vith>, I would not see you layed low so recently after I lost my family. You are all that I have left. For me, would you step down, and guard the others? I ask you as one Elf to another.' Thellim had addressed young Vith as an adult, asking a Boon, and Vith understood this, as well, he also knew that nothing would come but his Death from returning to Hurvethas. Vith spoke up, looking his uncle in the eye. 'I will stay, Uncle, but on one condition. That you train me in War, and in the ways of the Wood, and of the Forest and of the Bow, for I would visit nothing but Death to all of Giantkind for the rest of my days, may they last a thousand Seasons.'
Thellim was taken aback by such a vehement display of Hatred and Pain as young Vithras showed in his face and in his words, but he nodded a silent 'Yes' and turned back to the company to depart for the despoiled Elven Village. When he returned 4 days hence, fully half of the party had been slain, and he brought back the head of the Hill Giant Chief and layed it at Vithras tiny feet, saying 'This is your Enemy, Sparrow, and this is the face of Death,
I would have you know both.'
Years went by, with young Vithras training with his uncle, as well as with the other Roadwalkers, Elven, Human and even with a few Dwarves, for these folk knew how to fight the Giants, and Vithras was ever keen for methods
to slay them. Battles came, and may a foe was layed low by the arrows of Vithras, not the least of which were the many Ogres and even Giants that he encountered. But also did he use his blades, for the elf that would come to be known as 'Sparrow' to those he aided on the road was eager to deal back to them what they had dealt to him those many, many years before as a child.
Now, Sparrow patrols the borders, looking for any sigh of incursion by enemies, especially Giants. Loyal to a fault regarding the Crown, Sparrow often lets his less orderly side get the best of him, sometimes breaking protocol and doing what he feels is 'right', despite what the Law says. Still, he would do nothing that would violate or threaten the direct edict of the Crown.
