About Cerilis SilvertreeCerilis Silvertree
Stats:
HP: 28 (1d8 +1 Con +1 Favored Class) AC: 20 +1 Mithral Chain Shirt (10 Base + 5 Dex + 4 Armor +0 Natural Armor + 0 Deflection +1 Magic +0 Shield)+1 dodge vs. Traps +2 Favored Class Dodge vs. Trap) Touch: 16 +1 Mithral Chanin Shirt (10 Base + 5 Dex + 0 Armor +0 Natural Armor + 0 Deflection +1 Magic +0 Shield)+1 dodge vs. Traps +2 Favored Class Dodge vs. Trap) Flat-Footed: 15 +1 Mithral Chain Shirt (10 Base + 0 Dex + 4 Armor +0 Natural Armor +0 Deflection +1 Magic +0 Shield)+1 dodge vs. Traps +2 Favored Class Dodge vs. Trap) CMB: +8 (3 BAB + 5 Dex) +2 trip, disarm, dirty trick, feint, reposition and steal
Fort: +3 (+1 Base +1 Con +1 Resistance)
BAB: +3
Elven Curved Blade, Masterwork
Class Features:
Unchained Rogue Deft Maneuvers You do not provoke an attack of opportunity when performing a trip, disarm, dirty trick, feint, reposition, or steal combat maneuver. In addition, you receive a +2 bonus on checks with these combat maneuvers. Now a prerequisite for the relevant greater combat maneuver feats. Sneak Attack 2d6 Trap finding +2 Evasion Rogue Talent: Fast Stealth This ability allows a rogue to move at full speed using the Stealth skill without penalty. Rogue Talent: Canny Observer When a rogue with this talent makes a Perception check to hear the details of a conversation or to find concealed or secret objects (including doors and traps), she gains a +4 bonus. Danger Sense +1 Debilitating Injury At 4th level, whenever a rogue deals sneak attack damage to a foe, Bewildered: The target becomes bewildered, taking a –2 penalty to AC. The target takes an additional –2 penalty to AC against all attacks made by the rogue. At 10th level and 16th level, the penalty to AC against attacks made by the rogue increases by –2 (to a total maximum of –8). Disoriented: [i/]The target takes a –2 penalty on attack rolls. In addition, the target takes an additional –2 penalty on all attack rolls it makes against the rogue. At 10th level and 16th level, the penalty on attack rolls made against the rogue increases by –2 (to a total maximum of –8). [i]Hampered: All of the target’s speeds are reduced by half (to a minimum of 5 feet). In addition, the target cannot take a 5-foot step. Feats:
Weapon Focus: Heavy Blades Elven Battle Training FT:Weapon Finesse: Heavy Blades FT:Combat Expertise FT:Power Attack FT:Deadly Aim FT:Piranha Strike Traits:
COMBAT: Reactionary: You gain a +2 trait bonus on initiative checks. SOCIAL:
Skills:
Acrobatics (Dex), Appraise (Int), Bluff (Cha), Climb (Str), Craft (Int), Diplomacy (Cha), Disable Device (Dex), Disguise (Cha), Escape Artist (Dex), Intimidate (Cha), Knowledge (dungeoneering) (Int), Knowledge (local) (Int), Linguistics (Int), Perception (Wis), Perform (Cha), Profession (Wis), Sense Motive (Wis), Sleight of Hand (Dex), Stealth (Dex), Swim (Str), and Use Magic Device (Cha). Per Level: 14 (8 Base + 3 Int +2 Back Ground +1 DM)
Languages:
Languages: 10 Common, Elven, Draconic, Sylvan, Goblin, Celestial, Auran Racial Abilities:
Ability Score Modifiers: Elves are nimble, both in body and mind, but their form is frail. They gain +2 Dexterity, +2 Intelligence, and –2 Constitution. Size: Elves are Medium creatures and thus receive no bonuses or penalties due to their size. Type: Elves are Humanoids with the elf subtype. Base Speed: Elves have a base speed of 30 feet. Languages: Elves begin play speaking Common and Elven. Elves with high Intelligence scores can choose from the following: Celestial, Draconic, Gnoll, Gnome, Goblin, Orc, and Sylvan. See the Linguistics skill page for more information about these languages. DEFENSE RACIAL TRAITS Elven Immunities: Elves are immune to magic sleep effects and gain a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects.
Keen Senses: Elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks.
Fey-Sighted: You gain detect magic as a constant spell-like ability, with a caster level equal to your character level.
Weapon Familiarity: Elves are proficient with longbows (including composite longbows), longswords, rapiers, and shortbows (including composite shortbows), and treat any weapon with the word “elven” in its name as a martial weapon.
Low-Light Vision: Elves can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light.
Equipment:
Strength: 11 LOAD: 23 lbs. Light: 38.00 lbs. or less Medium: 39-76 lbs. (Max Dex +3, Skill Checks –3, Speed: 15 ft., Run ×4) Heavy: 77-115 lbs. (Max Dex +1, Skill Checks –6, Speed: 15 ft., Run ×3) Lift: 115 Drag: 580 Belt:
Platinum:
Background:
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 a liquid silver surface. The light rippled across its face, giving the impression that it was moving this way or that way. The silver cross guard was forged 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 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 Army of Darkness came to the lands of Cormanthor and the Silvertrees were proud to fight defending the city of songs. The disgraced house was welcomed in that time of need but when the city fell, so did that welcome. Many took up the call for the Retreat and the disgraced Silvertrees were not welcomed to the green isle. The remnants of House Silvertree scattered over the region but most took to the outlying area of what would become Highmoon. Life was not easy for Cerilis growing up in the capital of Deepingdale. Even a town that was known for its integration of Elves, Humans and those of mix blood. His name was spit on by most of the inhabitants for a crime he did not commit. His family kept their heads high and pretended to not hear the gossip and the tavern stories about their name. No sponsor would step forward to grant an apprenticeship to any of House Silvertree. The honor that was his birthright was passed down through the generations but that honor was not for him. The guardianship of the cursed family blade was not his task, that was to be his older brother's honor. His honor was to let his anger get the best of him time and time again. The judgement that was passed on him solely because of his name was a burden that came to be too much at times. He spent time in the local jail for fighting and some time just because he was being an ass. Most in the large town knew he was trouble and that things went missing when he was around, it was never proven. It was a Tuesday when they died, the seventeenth day of Tarsakh to be exact. The sun was blocked out by the great wyrm Zarlandris. He attacked for no reason at all. His actions were born of pure chaos and a lust for destruction. To this day no one knows exactly why he attacked. The town came together and fought a valiant battle against a dragon of immense power. Many died that day including most of his family in the opening moments of the attack. His brother melted right before his eyes trying in vain to reach the family blade. His parents went to defend the Tower of the Rising Moon when that beast attacked it. He was scared and terrified as destruction was all around him. Stepping over what remained of his brother, Cerilis grabbed the family blade and followed his parents.
It was a Friday when he came to, the twentieth day of Tarsakh to be exact. At first he did not know how much time had passed but soon found out what horrors he woke up to. He knew that his brother had died and that many had perished as well. What he did not expect was that both his parents had died fighting the dragon inside the tower. They died defending a tower from a dragon attack. The same dragon that just simply burst out of the rock like it was water. He was told the even when the dragon attacked him and he hit the wall...his blade remained in his hands. It was a full day before they realized his was alive. His broken form and the tremendous amounts of blood led all to think that he died trying to defend the town.
He kept the blade with him at all times and he did not look at it as he 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. The blade was the last and only part of his immediate family that was still with him. That may be why he refused to let go of the blade even when his soul walked a blades edge between death and life. After some rest he decided it was time for him to leave his home. He did not have any obligations now that the town was rebuilding. His parents and brothers were properly sent on to the afterlife with Corellon. He wanted to see what was out there beyond the dales 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 Waterdeep. In his time away he has learned more about the blade and his abilities to fight but he still was not very proficient with such a long blade.
He sat one night in his room at the Silver Shield, cleaning his weapon when he noticed that some of the breaks on the blade 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. A soft knock at his door brought him out of his discovery. He was taken aback when he opened the door to find the proprietor of the Silver Shield and a Elven warrior standing in the door way. They gave their condolences for the loss of his family and the understanding that he gave his property to a human family that was in need. They asked that Cerilis come by the ruins of the tower tomorrow for a meeting with Theremen Ulath Lord of Deepingdale. When Cerilis agreed to the meeting the Elven warrior smiled slightly and said he was looking forward to the meeting and left with the grace that was inherent of a elf. The Elven woman who remained behind watched as the warrior moved on, his appointed task completed. She turned and handed him a scroll tube with a seal on it.
Cerilis looked at the tube with confusion etched deep into his face. He had no clue as to whom this could be from but decided to see what it was about. After some time examining the item itself, Cerilis was certain that no harm would come if he opened that tube. No traps were evident.
Who in the Hells is this person and what exactly does he know of my "noble" actions. Proskur....Why does that name sound familiar...Shit! That is not a good place to be.
The meeting with Theremen Ulath went quickly as he was awarded for his actions on that fateful day not long ago. He was one of the surviving defenders from that battle and it took time to make these items. I simple leather scabbard whose body was made of dragon leather. Etched into the leather was the Silver Tree name in ancient Elven runes. The chape, frog stud, locket and the throat were all made of Mithral. A rare metal and expensive. The finial was the most precious piece of all. For that piece was made entirely of Moonstone, a gemstone held sacred to many of the Elven gods. This was a gift that Cerilis was honored to accept. His actions were read to all to hear of what he did that day when the dragon attacked. None of which the Elven thief remembered for his fear had taken control of him that day. Apparently standing in the middle of the street as the dragon came out of the tower's rubble, gave the dragon pause. Long enough time passed by that the other defenders were able to get into to position. That distraction was desperately needed for that led to the remaining defenders ability to kill the dragon that attacked Highmoon. In the end Cerilis pissing himself is what saved the day in Highmoon. His bladder was the true hero. Even so this made Cerilis think about his actions over his life and he decided that maybe repairing the blade was a noble cause. That maybe this would also repair his name and himself as well. Being torn by staying and aiding in defending the town and answering the call of this message was hard on him. More than he thought it would. In the end he just felt a sense of calm with his decision to travel to Proskur. It was as if he was agreeing with himself on the choice. Unknown to Cerilis...a tiny piece of deep green emerald gem started to grow in the roots of his blade.
Appearance and Personality:
Height: 5'3" Weight: 112 Eye color: Green Hair color: Black Skin: White Haircut: Short Build: Slim and wiry Personality: |
