Char Sheets

Name: Conri

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Rogue

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Feat: Lightning Reflexes

AC=15

Attack Bonus: Melee-0 Range-3

HP=9


STR:10
DEX: 16
CON: 17
INT: 17
WIS: 14
CHA: 13



Appraise (Int) 4
Bluff (Cha) 4
Disguise (Cha) 4
Forgery (Int) 4
Hide (Dex) 4
Listen (Wis) 4
Move Silently (Dex) 4
Open Lock (Dex) 4
Spot (Wis) 4
Sense Motive (Wis) 4
Search (Int) 4



Short Sword
Shortbow
Dagger
Leather Armor
7 Gold

Background: [WIP]Raised by Owlbears

Tarzan was raised by an ape, Mowgli was raised by a bear, Romulus was raised by a wolf, and in the D&D world your character can be raised by creatures much more exotic. The sky is really the limit here: simply pick some improbable beast and your character was protected and fed as a small child by that beast after she was orphaned or abandoned in the wilderness. While I'd like to think that we've all read enough Burroughs that this story pretty much tells itself, the truth is even more astonishing. This character background has become cliché and we're totally fine with that. You can really have an interesting and memorable character with a clichéd backstory and a three sentence intro that ends with "And then I came to this village to reclaim my birthright as a gnome."

Effect: Characters who were raised by Girallon (or whatever) are arbitrarily able to talk to magical beasts and animals as if they shared a language. Noone knows how they do it, but they do. Unfortunately, such characters didn't grow up surrounded by humanoid languages, and your only starting language is Common no matter what your Intelligence is.

Camlann tal Alagos began life as Garth Bowen, the third son and fourth child out of six of a humble blacksmith. His family lived in Tafamtref one of the larger cities in Lammerthir. When Garth was five years old, the king of Lammerthir declared another holy war against the forces of Acheron abroad, and Garth's father was drafted into the army for a four-year tour of duty as an infantryman. Fourteen months later, an imperial messenger delivered the remains of his tabard to his mother, who turned to heavy drinking in response. The family struggled for years, their mother even turning to prostitution on occasion to meet expenses. When the oldest son was 16, Garth's mother saved all they had and apprenticed him to a warrior she had convinced to take on for a lower rate than normal. Garth grew up dreaming about similarly becoming a warrior and being a hero like his father and brother.
Six years later, Garth's brother returned home, having recently become a warrior himself. He explained that he would need a squire, and thought that if he recruited one of his brothers, the two of them could live off of his pay alone, and then send what would be the squire's pay home to help support the family. Garth's next older brother was already a journeyman blacksmith in their father's old guild, and so Garth, who had just turned 16, became his brother's squire. Within weeks, however, he realized that his brother had become not the hero he had imagined, but a self-obsessed mercenary who sought wealth and wild living. Certainly, they worked well together, and got along well in the dungeon or on the battlefield, but as Garth dragged his inebriated brother out of the taverns and whore-houses, he became more and more disgusted. Nothing could have prepared him for what he discovered next.
They had been together a year when one night Garth's brother returned to their inn room in a violent mood, and started insulting Garth, calling him as useless as a father who was a coward and died and abandoned their family. Garth couldn't take an insult to his father and tried to throw a punch at his face, but his brother caught the punch, then shoved him into the the bed-side table, knocking open the drawer, out of which fell a letter which had been written recently in his brother's hand. It was written to his family, explaining how Garth's poor health had required the retention of his salary yet again. He finally got his brother pinned on the ground and demanded an explanation, to which his brother replied, telling him how he had been using the salary that was supposedly being sent home to pay for whores, and how it had been a brilliant idea that he knew their family would go for. Besides, with Garth gone, they were still better off because they had one less useless mouth to feed. Enraged, Garth finally let loose all the blows he had wanted to give his brother for a year, but his brother was a professional soldier and hit back with enough force to break his jaw, several ribs, and one of his arms. In order to survive, Garth grabbed a knife and slashed his brother across the chest, which sent him to the ground, back against the bed. Garth sprang on him, holding the knife up to his throat in his non-broken arm. "Do it," his brother dared him. Garth wanted to, but something greater slowly convinced him not to, until finally he rose, dropped the knife, and walked out into the night. There was nowhere to go in town to be healed, so he started walking the road, not caring if he died, just wanting to run away from his brother.
He awoke sometime later in a soft bed which turned out to be in a monastery. The monks had found him not far from the monastery and brought him in. He had come near to death in the days while he was yet unconscious, what with his injuries and being exposed to the elements in such poor condition, but the monks told him he had a remarkable spirit which allowed him to survive. It was weeks before he could get out of bed because of his ribs, and over a month before he could speak or eat normally. Full of rage towards his brother and the world at large, he found the monastery a strange place, where the monks practiced the utmost discipline with jokes and hearty laughter. The monks healed his wounds, and as he spent more time with them, his long-troubled heart began to feel at peace. He wanted to join the monastery, and learn of their ways, hoping to find peace for his soul forever. The Master Monk, an Elf, was at first very opposed to Garth's query, but he eventually was admitted, and learned quickly. He was given a new name, to help him set apart his new life from his old, and was called in the old Elvish, Camlann Tal.
While his martial skills developed rapidly, he had a harder time mastering his heart and mind. He was, nevertheless, mostly at peace, until one day, while purchasing supplies in town, he caught sight of a mugging. He intervened, but the rage towards the unfairness of the world in his heart was opened again, and suddenly he was surrounded by reminders of the cruel outside world. He eventually decided he must leave the monastery to protect the weak and deliver justice to the evil that oppressed so many. The master monk was furious when Camlann Tal told him of this, but after a day of meditation, he decided it was his destiny, and in accordance with the will of Hyperion. He gave him a writ of holy service and told him to head to the temple in Dinas Diffrin, and to take the surname Alagos, and they would know who sent him. From the temple in Dinas Diffrin he was dispatched to the service of the church in the religious nation north of Sedini, on the frontier of Acheron's defiling influence, the very force which had taken his father's life. Now was Camlann's chance at revenge for all the suffering the world had inflicted on him, to answer every cry for justice, to fulfill every dream of a brighter tomorrow.

Reviadir Imlarion was born in the Sylvan Wood over a century ago, son of a renowned musician, and grew up as his father's protege. At night, he became something of a bandit. He would get together several of the children of other servants and sneak into the human settlements near Kylopolis at night. There they would steal shiny things, or spy on human women bathing, or often both. 'Twas all in good fun until one day, Revye was caught by guards and imprisoned. There he stayed for over a decade, awaiting the day that the Elves would rescue him, or at least pay his bail and let him be free. It was years before Reviadir realized there would be no rescue, and, after a considerate amount of moping over being abandoned by his people, he got to planning his escape. It took a full year of planning, but he escaped more or less without a hitch and disappeared into the Kylopolis underground.

He had no desire to rejoin the Elves who had abandoned him, yet he did not speak much Common, and turned to thieving once again. This worked well for years, until he was caught by a lord from Antigane with some PC levels, who brought him back to Antigane to be a slave worker in his mines. Though he tried to escape several times, he was always eventually caught and dragged back, beaten, and forced to work the next day. In the mines he was transformed into a selfish, brutal creature with little to no compassion for the suffering of others, his only concern was his own survival. At least here he began to pick up Common from the other slaves, some of whom were Elves or Half-Elves. Eventually he was rescued by a Half-Elf woman and several of her companions, members of an underground resistance force seeking to put a dent in Antigane economics. As it turned out, the resistance had been betrayed, and the group was trapped, but Revye helped the girl, Melethril, and several others escape.

Melethril*, or Mel, was left as one of the leading members of the Resistance, and, desperate for allies, she convinced Revya to stay on. At first he thought the rebels were ignorant idealists wasting their time and lives, and initially had to be locked up in their hideouts for fear that he would leave and reveal them. Even after getting over this, he only participated because it was better than being on his own on the street. Eventually, however, Melethril and the others had an effect on him, and he began to mellow out. He started to gain friends and an attraction to Melethril. He gained, and lost, many friends, but none of them were as dear to him as Melethril. However, he, being fairly immature, spent most of his time womanizing many girls in and out of the Resistance. After a major raid by the king severely reduced their numbers, Revye was put in a leadership position by Melethril, a decision for which she received much criticism. He worked closely with Mel, and finally began to understand her passion and her belief in a better future, even to the point of believing in something good himself, though he wasn't sure what. Publicly, they became part of a band of minstrels, Revye playing violin and singing, while she danced and sometimes sang, though this was primarily a way of getting into nobles' houses to pilfer valuables and information, maybe sow discord through poison or something. Revye manifested a talent for songwriting, and wrote many songs for her to sing, and it was this partnership that led him to finally reveal his true feelings for her.

Just as their relationship came to a head, however, the Resistance was completely routed in a huge raid, and they were both captured and imprisoned. The Antigany Prison was much harder to break out of than the one in Kylopolis, but after 7 years of effort, he escaped. To his dismay, he found that she had been relocated elsewhere in a prisoner transfer. He barely escaped, and has followed her trail doggedly in the years since. Never a patient man, he would grow frustrated and turn to drinking whenever the trail ran cold. He would deliberately get caught to get into prisons to question inmates, then escape and move on. So far, he has always picked up the trail again, but now it has been cold for over 8 years, and he has finally accepted that he might never find her. He tries to distract himself from this fact by drinking, performing, womanizing, drinking more, and thieving.

*Melethril's mother was a human, her father an elf. They did truly fall in love, and he became something of an outcast to the Wild Elves, so he fled with her to Kylopolis, where they lived, he becoming a bureaucrat in the city's government. They had trouble bearing children for years, but finally, her mother got pregnant. Unfortunately, the tide of anti-Elven sentiment in Kylopolis had been growing deadly, and Melethril's father was kidnapped on the very night that Melethril was born, never to be seen again. For her child's safety, Melethril's mother had to flee to the Antigane Coast, where she began a new life. Unfortunately, a single mother with a Half-Elven child had trouble finding a place in society, and eventually became a concubine to a lesser nobleman until Melethril's heritage was discovered, and she had to either disown the half-breed or lose her concubine status. Unwilling to abandon her daughter, Melethril's mother went back to the streets, looking for another nobleman to become involved with. Melethril did everything she could to disguise her bastard status, but, feeling responsible for the problems it was causing her mother, she packed up and ran away to Antigany, where she begged for food and sold herself to get by. Eventually, she fell in with the Antigany Underground, and the corps of freedom fighters who treated her like family. Here was a place and a group she could be herself around; they were all outcasts, misfits, and they were inspiring. The rhetoric of freedom and rights for peasants appealed to her, and she became an enthusiastic member of the group.