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265 posts. Alias of Jovich.

Full Name

Cerilis Silvertree


Elf (High)


Fighter 6


Male HP:56/56 AC:20 T:16 FF:15 F:+6 R:+6 W:+3 Perc:+13 Init:+5 Elven Curved Blade +16,1d10+11 CMB:+18 CMD:+26










Common, Elven, Draconic, Sylvan, Goblin

Strength 11
Dexterity 20
Constitution 12
Intelligence 16
Wisdom 12
Charisma 12

About Cerilis Silvertree

Cerilis Silvertree.

Male High Elf Fighter 1
N Medium Humanoid (Elven)
Init +5; Sense Motive +1 Perception +13
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AC:19, touch 16, flat-footed 16 (+4 armor, +5 dex, +0 shield +0 Dodge +1 Natural)
Mithril Chain Shirt +1 AC, +6 Max Dex, 0 Check Penalty, 5% Spell Failure
hp:56 42 Healthy (3/4), 28 Grazed (1/2), 14 Wounded (1/4), 13 Critical (below ¼),
Fort +6, Ref +6, Will +3
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Speed 30 ft.
Melee +6
Ranged +11
Elven Curved Blade: 1d20 +16 (+6 BAB +0 Str +5 Dex +0 Magic +1 Focus +1 Masterwork +1 Trait +2 Weapon Training)
Damage: 1d10 +11 (+5 Dex +2 (dex x 1.5 for two handed weapon)+0 Magic +2 Weapon Training +2 Specialazation) Crit: 18-20x2
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Str 11, Dex 20, Con 12, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 12
Base Atk +6; CMB +18; CMD 26

Elven Sword Specialist
Bonus: Combat Expertise
Feat Tax: Second Chance
Feat Tax: Agile Maneuvers
Feat Tax: Group Weapon Focus: Light Blades
Feat Tax: Trip
Feat Tax: Disarm
Feat Tax: Dirty Trick
Feat Tax: Feint
Feat Tax: Reposition
Feat Tax: Steal
Feat Tax: Greater Trip
Feat Tax: Greater Disarm
Feat Tax: Greater Dirty Trick
Feat Tax: Greater Feint
Feat Tax: Greater Reposition
Feat Tax: Greater Steal
1st Martial Mastery Weapon Focus: Elven Curved Blade
3rd Weapon Focus: Elven Curved Blade
5th Weapon Specialization: Elven Curved Blade
F1 Deadly Agility
F2 Deft Maneuvers
F4 Piranha Attack
F6 Greater Deft Maneuvers
Skills (44 points; 4 class, 3 INT, 2 Background)
ACP -0
*ACP applies to these skills
Acrobatics: +4 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +4 Dex)
Appraise: +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Bluff: +1 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +1 Cha)
Climb: +9 (+6 Ranks +3 Class Skill +0 Str)
Craft: Jewelry +7 (+1 Ranks +3 Class Skill +3 Int) BG1
Craft: Fine metal working +7 (+1 Ranks +3 Class Skill +3 Int) BG2
Diplomacy: +1 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +1 Cha)
Disable Device: +4 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +4 Dex )
Disguise: +1 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +1 Cha)
Escape Artist: +4 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +4 Dex)
Fly: +4 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +4 Dex)
Handle Animal: +1 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +1 Cha)
Heal: +1 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +1 Wis)
Intimidate: +10 (+6 Ranks +3 Class Skill +1 Cha)
Knowledge (arcana): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (dungeoneering): +12 (+6 Ranks +3 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (engineering): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (geography): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (history): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (local): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (military): +12 (+6 Ranks +3 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (nature): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (nobility): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (planes): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Knowledge (religion): +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Linguistics: +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Perception: +13 (+6 Ranks +3 Class Skill +1 Wis +2 Keen Senses +1 Trait)
Perform (any): +1 (+0 Rank +0 Class Skill +1 Cha)
Profession: Jeweler: +5 (+1 Rank +3 Class Skill +1 Wis) BG3
Ride: +4 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +4 Dex)
Sense Motive: +1 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +1 Wis)
Sleight of Hand: +4 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +4 Dex)
Spell craft: +3 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +3 Int)
Stealth: +4 (+0 Ranks +0 Class Skill +4 Dex)
Survival: +10 (+6 Ranks +3 Class Skill +1 Wis)
Swim: +9 (+6 Ranks +3 Class Skill +0 Str)
Use Magic Device: +1 (+0 Rank +0 Class Skill +1 Cha) Non-Standard Skill Bonuses
Languages Common, Elven, Draconic, Sylvan, Goblin

Special Abilities:

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Improved Combat Maneuverer (Ex)
Combat Expert (Ex)
Bravery (Ex)
Armor Training (Ex)
Battle Movement (Ex)
Weapon Training (Ex)
1st Level: Blades, Heavy: Ankus, dueling sword, bastard sword, chakram, double chicken saber, double walking stick katana, elven
curve blade, estoc, falcata, falchion, flambard, greatsword, great terbutje , katana, khopesh, klar, longsword, nine-ring
broadsword, nodachi, scimitar, scythe, seven-branched sword, shotel, temple sword, terbutje, and two-bladed sword.
5th Level: Blades, Light: bayonet, butterfly knife, butterfly sword, chakram, dagger, Deer horn knife, gladius, hunga munga, kama,
katar, kerambit, kukri, machete, madu, manople, pata, quadrens, rapier, sawtooth sabre, scizore, shortsword, sica,
sickle, starknife, swordbreaker dagger, sword cane, wakizashi, and war razor.


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0th (at will)
1st (0/day)


Master Work Elven Curved Blade (6.3) 380g
Mithril Chain Shirt +1 (10) 5100g
Riding Horse 75g
Belt of Dexterity +2 (4,000)
Signet Ring, SilverTree (-) 5g
Hewards Handy Haversack (5) (2,000)
**Inside Haversack**
Canteen (.5) 2g
Compass (.5) 10g
Survival Kit (4) 5g
Bedroll (5) 1s
Blanket (3) 5s
Gear Maintenance Kit (2) 5g
Grooming Kit (2) 5g
Shaving Kit (.5) 15g
Cooking Kit (16) 3g
Explorers Outfit (8) 10g
Rations 14/Days (14) 7g

Carrying Capacity
Light 0-38 lb. Medium 39-76 lb. Heavy 77-115 lb.
Current Load Carried 21.3 lb.

Money 277GP 4SP 0CP


The blade was crafted with the expert techniques that only an elf could appreciate. The combining of magic and an artistic beauty to the strength of a blade was not unknown to Elven weapon smiths. This was a style that had been perfected over time. Handed down through the ages and used to this day to create weapons that were beautiful to behold. This weapon was no different. The blade was folded so many times that the blade itself was like looking at liquid surface. The light rippled across its surface, giving the impression that it was moving this way or that way. The cross guard was forge to fit the blade perfectly and then carved and reshaped to the image of a tree, its branches and leaves stretching out to either side. Elven runes of power were etched within the branches and leaves. The hilt was made to appear as the trunk of the tree with flecks of silver embedded into the bark. The blade ended with the pommel which was a woven tangle of metal roots, wrapping and protection a deep green emerald gem. A blade made with love and dedication. Delicate Elven hands created it and molded it in their image of beauty. Infused with magic and born of an essence that would uphold the values of its creator. The blade was a living weapon and would be handed down through the generations. This was the blade of his ancestors.
Cerilis again woke up with the image of that blade in his mind. This was not the same blade that he carried with him. His blade was a dull silver color with the blade shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. The magic that was used to create the blade was what kept those pieces together. There were no runes etched anywhere on the blade nor was there a gem in the pommel. Yet this was the same blade that belonged to his ancestors. That was before the blade was forced to go against its own values. These values were a part of it from when it was first created.
Cerilis remembered the story of how his ancestor Jaydon used the blade to cut down humans that were poaching in Elven lands. How he went to the human village and cut down the families of those that violated the Elven lands. That day he killed men women and children just to keep humans out of Elven lands. It was an evil act born out of hatred for humans and their ways. It was also the same day that the blade was shattered and its voice went silent.
The blade was passed down through his family over the generations but sat on a mantel or used to prop open a door. Its beauty was never again marveled at, its blade to never again be seen.
The Orc wars came to the lands of Veluna, the good folks of the vale united and fight valiantly. The pushed back and eventually turned the tide of the war. There were casualties and the Silvertrees were no untouched. The suffered like most families in wartime. The Orcs were retreating from the Vale and took there vengeance out on a small village. The few Elven warriors that were there fought to give the time needed for the others to flee. Cerilis was all alone as he prepared to flee. His mother had died fighting the Orcs when the wars first started. His father and brothers were with the army fighting the Orcs on the other side of the vale and did not know if they were alive or not. He took what he as able to carry and the blade of his ancestors. He had no other weapon and felt it was better than nothing at all.
The elves formed a caravan and retreated deeper into the woods. The Orcs followed and Cerilis did the only thing he though he could do…he turned to fight the Orcs. He pulled forth the big blade and prepared himself for battle. Squaring his shoulders, Cerilis used his hips and his speed to cut down the first orc that got close. It was a well timed cut and a deadly one as well. It also left his flank open to the other Orcs and he took the slash of a blade on his ribs. It was not a mortal wound but it made fighting harder with so many enemies. He tried to keep them at a distance for as long as he could but more and more Orcs came running towards him and the fleeing villagers. He made his stand in the best place he could and tried in vain to hold them off. Two more Orcs fell to his blade and magic but in the end he succumbed to the many hits he took and fell where he was defending. His body rolled down a small hill into the brush, his weapon still in his hand.
How much time passed by Cerilis could not tell? He knew that it was dark out and he was weak. Blood was dried to his sides and he also had reopened some wounds that previously closed on their own. Tending to his wounds as best he could, Cerilis crawled up to the trail. The orcs that he fought still remain were they fell. He tried to continue his way deeper into the vale but he could hear the sounds of battle of in the far distance and the guttural language of close by Orcs. He did not want to flee but he had not magic left to him and he was severely wounded. He stood no chance against a single Orc let alone a raiding party. He did not even have time to look for supplies as the Orcs were getting closer by the minute. Limping his way out of the woods and away from his home, Cerilis did not know which way he was going. His wounds kept his head in a constant fog, making it difficult to concentrate. After many days he came to a small village and took his time to heal properly. Some weeks later he was reunited with his family and stories were told. In time things started to get back to normal but that day remained in his mind. He replayed it over and over again trying to figure out what he could have done differently. He kept the blade with him at all times and he did not look at it as he once did before. It no longer was a reminder of a dark time in his history or the day his family’s name was forever held in hushed tones. He no longer felt ashamed of his name. His eyes were open to the possibility that he is more than what his ancestors were. There is more to him and to this blade as well. He could not explain it but he came to feel a connection to the blade. He felt as if it was a part of him, an extension of him in some ways. After some time he decided it was time for him to leave his home. He did not have any obligations now that they Orcs wars were over. His father and brothers had come home and there was laughter again in the home. He wanted to see what was out there beyond the Vale and what was going to be his calling. He was not lost just not on the path he felt was his. His travels took him all over the area; he even made it to the fabled great city of Greyhawk. In his time away he has learned more about the blade and his abilities to fight. He learned how not to leave his flank open when attacking with such a long weapon.
The morning was clear and sunny, a nice day for traveling. Cerilis was on point as a caravan guard. It was not great work but the coin was good enough. The road was being blocked by a couple of hooded figured sitting by a log in the middle of the road. They appeared to be just that two figures sitting in the middle of the road. They did not move and when the lead driver of the caravan told Cerilis to go and check it out, they elf dismounted and took a few steps forward. His blade came out of the scabbard in one quiet fluid motion. He sent a question to the figures that did not get an answer. It was now that he notices the cloak had fresh blood along the one side and the angle for which these creatures were sitting was not a posture that would be comfortable. He turned and walked back to the lead driver and whispered his thoughts that this was an ambush and to have the word quietly passed along. It was his hope to have all guards ready for the ambush before it actually happened. In now time at all the word was passed along and all guards were as ready as one can be for a fight. Cerilis glances up and down the road a few times to try and see where this ambush would happen. If he went to inspect the figures he might get caught too far away from the caravan that he was defending but he did not see a choice. Walking towards the figures was what it took for the bandits to spring their ambush. They were all in tattered leather and wielded rusty swords. A dozen at first glance, they came rushing out of the bushes. The bandits were surprised when the caravan guards met their rush with one of their own and within moments they where all dead, all that was except for one who was badly wounded. After some talk about the nature of this attack it was found out that they have been using a local farm as a staging area for their bandit activities. The two figures on the log were the farmer and his son. The bandits were forcing the wife and here children to feed and take care of the bandits. The location of the farm was soon found out and Cerilis left the caravan to remove this threat to the roads and to free the rest of the family from this slavery. The caravan master would not hear it and demanded that the guards continue along without him. Cerilis shrugged and said that the coin was not that important. The farm house was not that far off and he was able to make his way there in a relatively short amount of time. He circled around the farm house to see who was still there, the family and two bandits were all that remained. One bandit was outside on the porch half asleep and the other one was in the kitchen eating. The bandit that was asleep looked up when he felt the cold metal against his neck. He did not make it far when he reached for his weapon. His body fell back into the chair and did not move again. Cerilis decided to just walk into the house through the front door. Weapon in hand he walked right past the family and into the kitchen. The man did not even have a weapon near him and he tried in vain to reach on of the children to use as a shield. The girl was quicker than him and was able to scamper away before he could touch her. The bandit turns to look right up the long blade into Cerilis’ eyes. The short phrase of outside was enough to get the bandit to get up and walk outside while the blade rested at his back. He took notice of his fellow bandit’s body in the chair and tried to run. The sharp point in his back stop him before he made it a few feet. Using his weapon to direct the bandit to the ambush site, Cerilis gave him a chance to explain his actions. The bandit did not seem to care what Cerilis said and reached for a weapon that was by his feet but his head came off before he ever touched the weapon. He proceeded to carry the farmer and his son back to the farm to be laid to rest. He removed the other bandit’s body and laid it by the road for the animals to eat. After much digging and not talking, Cerilis placed the farmer and his son in their graves. He was able to cover them up mostly before the family came out crying, Time passed by as Cerilis watched over the family. It would be a long time before they got over this. They would but it would be a long time in healing. The wife said that they could not longer stay at the farm house and that they would be going to stay with her sister in the next town. Cerilis said he would make sure that made it to town. A few days later they set off for the long journey and in another week or so where at the gate of (INSERT NAME HERE). He sat one night in his room cleaning his weapon when he noticed that some of the breaks in his weapon were gone. As if the weapon was mending the breaks. He was not sure but he instinctively felt that the weapon was healing itself in some way, which his actions were redeeming his family name. Those actions were helping the weapon to become whole again. He needed to do many more such deeds in order to heal the weapon.

Appearance and Personality:

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 112
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Black
Skin: White
Haircut: Short
Build: Slim and wiry

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