About Dolelan Callennan
FORT +1 (+Magic Lore)
REF +6 (+Magic Lore)
WILL +3 (+2 vs enchantment, +2 vs charm/compulsion) (+Magic Lore)
AC 22 (+2 dex, +7 armor, +3 shield)
Traits: Armor Expert, Birthmark
Feats: Arcane Strike, Breadth of Experience, Extra Performances
Bardic Knowledge: +1/2 Bard lvl to knowledge checks, may be made untrained
Languages: Common, Elven, Sylvan, Draconic, Gnome, Celestial, Aklo, Infernal
*armor check penalty applies
(1257) Darkwood Heavy Shield +1
(117) Backpack, 5 days trail rations, hammock, whetstone, flint+steel, 2 belt pouches, 3 sacks, signal whistle, 50' silk rope, ball of twine, small steel mirror, iron pot, map case, MW thief's tools, cold iron belt knife, lamp and lamp oil
(25) Universal Solvent
Proficiencies: Simple weapons, longsword, short sword, rapier, sap, whip, shortbows, longbows
Dolelan trusts his feet and follows them wherever they lead. When he was young they brought him to the Academy, a shining bastion of knowledge in Eastbridge... but one could only spend so many years and decades pouring over musty old tomes and attending pondorous lectures. After a series of nettling dreams he took his leave of the Academy, accepting a role as professor emeritus and venturing far and wide in search of rare books and objects of historical interest. Every few years he returns for a time to give a few guest lectures and renew old friendships. Most recently he helped to clense the Academy of the influence of a potent cursed artifact and was awarded with a legendary set of armor from their collection. As much as he loved his time as an academic, recently Dolelan has found a new calling in life.
The butterfly shaped birthmark on his right hand had always been of note, but until he ventured out from the Academy Dolelan didn't give it much thought. One night just after sunset he was strolling down the road and began to hear heart-wrenchingly perfect music from a harp. He hurried toward the sound and began to notice a glow like moonlight coming from the mark on his hand; by the time he arrived it shone like the full moon. It revealed a beautiful lillend playing before a wayside shrine; she smiled at Dolelan and brought her song to a close then turned to the shrine, placed something at its base, then vanished with a final smile in his direction. Bemused, Dolelan examined the object and found it to be a large scrollcase. He read and reread and memorized the scrolls and in time came to count himself among the faithful.