====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&DI Character Builder ====== Kaylana Amarande, level 1 Eladrin, Invoker Build: Preserving Invoker Divine Covenant: Covenant of Preservation
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 12, Con 13, Dex 11, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 14.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 12, Con 13, Dex 9, Int 12, Wis 16, Cha 14.
AC: 14 Fort: 12 Reflex: 13 Will: 15 HP: 23 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 5
TRAINED SKILLS Nature +8, Religion +7, Insight +8, Diplomacy +9, Arcana +9
UNTRAINED SKILLS Acrobatics, Bluff +2, Dungeoneering +3, Endurance +1, Heal +3, History +4, Intimidate +2, Perception +3, Stealth, Streetwise +2, Thievery, Athletics +1
FEATS Invoker: Ritual Caster Level 1: Insightful Preservation
POWERS Invoker at-will 1: Vanguard’s Lightning Invoker at-will 1: Avenging Light Invoker encounter 1: Blades of Astral Fire Invoker daily 1: Summon Angel of Fire
ITEMS Ritual Book, Adventurer’s Kit, Leather Armor, Longsword, Crossbow, Crossbow Bolts (40) ====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&DI Character Builder ======
I was born and raised in an Eladrin town hidden high in the mountains, closer to the Feywild than to the world of men. My parents died when I was still young, and I was given into the care of the keeper of the town’s library, Jaren. He was elderly and, having never had children of his own, knew little of caring for them, but he had been a great friend of my mother and kind, generous man. As I grew, he taught me much of what he had learned in his years surrounded by the history and lore of our people and, even more importantly, let me explore the vast libraries for myself. Much of my spare time growing up was spent wandering among the shelves of dusty books and discovering the secrets they held. It was there that I first learned of Corellon. I became fascinated by him and sought out any and all references to him, delving into the darkest, most neglected corners to find all that I could.
Despite spending so much time surrounded by literature, there was another, stronger force in my life. From childhood, I had both a talent and a passion for sculpture. It wasn’t long before I was made apprentice to one of the master sculptors in town and everyone, including myself, expected me to devote my life to that work. But it was not to be. As my skill as a sculptor grew, I began my own projects, sculpting the things closest to my heart. It only seemed natural to create an image of Corellon. For months upon months, I poured my heart and soul into each detail of the sculpture, unwilling to do Corellon the dishonour of portraying him as anything but perfection. At last, it was done to my satisfaction. As I completed the finishing touch, I felt the stone move under my hand. Before me, embodied in the statue I had carved, stood my god. He reached out to me and spoke my name.
Since that day, my life has been devoted to Corellon’s work. I worked to preserve the beauty in all things, and to show this beauty to those around me. For a time, I remained in the town of my childhood, but there was little for me there. Beauty and peace abounded in the mountain vale, but I knew that this was not the case in much of the world. Having spent all my life sheltered in the town, I knew nothing about the world of men save that which I had read. Nevertheless, I ventured forth in search of the magic and art I knew to be scattered throughout the realms and to do what I could to aid those who sought for beauty in the world.