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Message: <blockquote data-quote="perivas" data-source="post: 907911" data-attributes="member: 2746">Name:  Felborn DarkleafRace:  DriderClass:  Drider 1Gender:  MaleHeight:  5 ft.Weight:  230 lbs.Eyes:  GoldHair:  SilverFelborn Darkleaf:  drider 1 (wizard 1); CR 1; medium aberration; HD 1d8+2; hp 10; Init +3; Spd 30’ (climb 15'); AC 19 (touch 15; flat-footed 16); Atk +2 melee (1d6+3, quarterstaff), +3 ranged (1d8+2, mighty long bow (+2 str)); AL N; SV Fort +2; Ref +3; Will +2; str 14, dex 17, con 14, int 16, wis 10, cha 10Feats:  Martial weapon: mighty long bow; spell focus: evocationSkills:  climb +4 (+8 racial); hide +4; listen +4; move silently +4; spot +4Languages:  elven, common, undercommon, sylvan, gnoll, drowEquipment:  quarterstaff, mighty long bow (+2 str), chain shirt, quiver, explorer’s outfit, rope, sack, backpack, spell component pouch, spellbook, chalk, meat, pen & ink, healing salve x2, scroll – rope trick, scroll – knockSpells (* Prepared):  all 0th level; expeditious retreat, identify, jump, magic missile*, sleep*, true strikeDescription:    For those who care to look past Felborn’s typical drider appearance, one finds a scrawny figure with the features of a young elf and a light gray coloring.  He eyes are golden and seem a bit too large for his head.  He prefers to dress his upper body in clothes suitable for a young wood elf, although they always seem to be in disrepair.Background:  Felborn Darkleaf grew up in a small wood-elf community in the High Forest.  No one, except his mother, knew for sure who his father was, although Felborn’s dark grayish complexion led to the speculation that he may have been a drow.  This was the reason behind many of the pranks and indignations, which Felborn suffered growing up.  His mother was a much more definable person.  She was a wood-elf tea-farmer of some skill with a remarkable piety towards the spirits of nature.  As a result, she had close ties with the local druids and provided numerous mundane services for the group.  This helped to ensure that any physical harm, which befell Felborn was limited to minor scrapes and bruises.  Felborn, though, was not one to let such things slide without repercussions.  Often he retaliated with pranks of his own, sometimes possibly harmful.Life passed thus until last year, when the ancient drow-built automaton rampaged through the village.  The automaton was a relic from an earlier age and had remained dormant and under the careful watch of the wood-elf hunters.  It was widely speculated that it could only be powered via the infusion of drow blood and was thus bonded as the servant of such a donor.  When it came to life, most wood-elves were quite vocal in their condemnation of Felborn.  For how could one slip through the vigilant guard of the hunters unnoticed.  It took but a brief while before they had a determined course of action—capture Felborn, extract some of his blood to verify his drow heritage and then exterminate him and it took them only a few more hours to track and capture him.  This news reached his mother’s ears quickly and she used her privileged access to the druidic circle to gain access to a powerful scribed dweomer.  She unleashed an elder earth elemental upon the community, bringing destruction upon much of the community.  Felborn managed to escape amidst the associated chaos.Lost and tired, he wandered through the High Forest.  Thoughts of rage, hate and ultimately revenge flowed through his mind.  It was after a few days of such wandering that he found himself in a completely unfamiliar part of the High Forest.  There, in a stupor caused by hunger and exhaustion, he chanced upon an isolated keep.The resident of the keep was an elven wizard named Wediya.  She fed Felborn and listened to his tale, noting with peculiar interest at the boy’s heritage, for she too was a half-drow.  She recounted her own history, which ended with her present isolation as this keep.  Felborn was saddened by the ending of her tale but was glad of the empathy she displayed towards his own plight.  As an unexpected boon, she offered him shelter on the condition that he accepted her tutelage in the arcane arts.  Felborn, seeing this as a prime opportunity to show his worth any perhaps to exact revenge, without hesitation accepted the offer.Training proved difficult but sufferable.  Felborn was an able pupil and learned the art rather quickly.  At first, the new knowledge and the training were enough to sustain his interests.  But as time passed and the memories of his suffering at the hands of the other elves faded, he began to feel homesick.  Through trial and error, he learned to make his way back to his former community.  However, ever aware of the consequences of his capture, he always remained in the shadows and watched from a distance.  While he noted the community’s activities, he spent most of his time watching the dire plight of his mother and the new abuses now hurled at her.  He was always curious to note that the attacks on the community continued from an unknown source.One day, after a particularly grueling day of training of the body and the mind, utilizing new and different techniques, Felborn fell asleep amidst supper at the dining table.  When he awoke, he found himself bound and the new guinea pig to his master’s new experiment.  Apparently, she did have grandiose plans for him, although they were not as expected.  Mostly, the plans pertained to his eternal servitude as the drider leader of her new army to eradicate the condescending wood elves.  He struggled against her contraptions, but to no avail and suffering the full effects of her experiment, fell unconscious.When he awoke once more, his “master’s” keep was under attack by the wood elves, who seemed to have finally been able to track down their long-term enemy.  During the assault, Wediya unleashed her new creation upon her enemies.  But her control upon Felborn was incomplete and Felborn fled the battle rather than attack the wood elves.Once again, he fled deep into the woods and lost all sense of direction.  Fortunately, he was able to lose the pursuing wood elves as well.  He stumbled about for days in his new, strange form.  His unfamililarity prevented him from successful capturing any prey and all vegetation tasted repugnant to his new senses.  Several days and several nights passed, his hunger finally overwhelmed his ability to reason, when he detected the faint smell of a cooked rabbit as a distance.  He ran towards the source of the odor unrelentingly, creating all manners of noise.  He even awoke the paladin who had left the cooked meat out accidentally.  Fortunately for Felborn, the night was without a moon and completely dark.  The paladin was a seasoned traveler and mercifully cautious.  Using his ability to detect evil, he sensed no malice in the direction of the noise an relaxed a bit, suspecting that it was merely a hungry predator in search of a free meal.  When he struck his torch and saw Felborn, he was quite surprised, although he stayed his hand long enough for Felborn to plead for his life.  Felborn explained his plight to the paladin of Ilmater, who understood and sympathized with his suffering.The paladin advised Felborn to travel to the Silver Marches—the only land with perhaps sufficient tolerance for him to survive, a place where a being is judged by action and not by appearance, and a nation in need of creatures of power to defend.  With the paladin, Felborn made his way to the Silver Marches and was able to receive some acceptance upon the good paladin’s favorable introduction.  So, the tale has begun….</blockquote>

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