The Age of Reckoning
An inexperienced young elven druid seeking to investigate his father's disappearance and correct the balance of the world.
- Daenor, level 1 – 473/1000 xp
- Elf, Druid
- Primal Aspect: Primal Predator
- Background: Geography – Forest, Elf – Wild Elf, Family Tradition, Forest Warden (Forest Warden Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
- Str 10, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 20, Cha 8.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
- Str 10, Con 11, Dex 14, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 8.
- AC: 16 Fort: 10 Reflex: 14 Will: 16
- HP: 23 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 5
- Nature +13, Heal +10, Arcana +5, Perception +13
- Acrobatics +2, Bluff -1, Diplomacy -1, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance -1, History, Insight +5, Intimidate -1, Religion, Stealth +2, Streetwise -1, Thievery +2, Athletics -1
- Druid: Ritual Caster
- Level 1: Wild Sage
- Druid at-will 1: Thorn Whip
- Druid at-will 1: Grasping Tide
- Druid at-will 1: Grasping Claws
- Druid encounter 1: Thorn Spray
- Druid daily 1: Earth Roots
- Ritual Book, Adventurer’s Kit, Hide Armor, Rare Herbs (Nature) (40), Quarterstaff Implement
- Animal Messenger(Free 1/day), Create Campsite, Portend Weather
*-Note that this is a rough draft and I’m fucking tired. I’ll fix any mary sueness and grammar/spelling mistakes in the morning. Well, not the mary sueness. That’s, like, required nowadays.-
Oh, who am I kidding. Too lazy to change anything unless you people yell at me about something. So I named some pointless people and forgot to give his dad one. Meh.
Daenor wears a simple hooded green-brown robe over a suit of animal hides and carries a gnarled staff of roughly-hewn oak. At his waist is a small knife and a cloth bag full of various herbs and plant clippings, and a worn leather pack is strapped to his back. He stands slightly shorter than the average man and his unkempt brown hair falls in a tangled mass around his shoulders. His face, like his frame, is lean and angular, with dark brown eyes contrasting his slightly pale skin.
Born to one of the most respected druids of the circle, Daenor never thought he’d have reason to leave the forest. His mother died when he was a child, and his father Arheru brought him up to serve as a successor. Taking upon the druidic mantle at an early age, Daenor was taught to revere nature and the balance of things above all else. The outside world wasn’t something he concerned himself with, for his whole life for several decades was based around learning how to bring guidance and authority to the tribe. He studied the rituals and traditions, and practiced himself at the magic of the land and the woods around him.
His father was often busy and there were few other children around his age, so Daenor mostly stuck with a small group he’d known since childhood cconsisting of Cauriel Orlithe, daughter of the master hunter and a dozen years his senior, and Adanhil Talval, a younger son of another druid. Rash and impulsive, Cauriel acted as a big sister in place of the mother Daenor never had while Adanhil’s stubbornness and simpler mind caused Daenor himself to learn more through teaching than he ever would through study alone. It was Cauriel who taught him how to string his first bow and Adanhil, who despite his more linear way of thinking had quite a knack with the practical application of natural magic, that taught Daenor how to change his shape.
Though Daenor himself did not leave his tribe and his forest, his father was often looked upon to interact with the outside world, should the outside world ever decide to interact with the tribe. While involved in a typical communion with the spirits of the forest, the circle found something was off. Things were happening down toward the southlands that they could not explain, things that were changing the balance of the world. As de-facto liason with the rest of the world, Daenor’s father was sent to investigate. The other druids eagerly awaited both his return and restoration of balance, but after a year with no word back it seemed that neither was going to occur. With the blessings of the elders and against the advice of his close friends, Daenor volunteered himself to go find out what happened and to reset the balance where his father presumably could not. After growing up in a place where you know and are known to everyone, the outside world comes as quite a shock.