About Valai Darkrune
N female Elf
Init +1 (+1 Dex.); Senses Low-light vision; Perception +3
Fort +2, Ref +1, Will +3
Speed 30 ft.
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD +12
Bluff +6 (1 rank, +1 Cha., +3 class skill, +1 trait bonus)
Spells/day: 3 / 3
Arcane School: Illusion.
Blinding Ray: As a srabdard action you can fire a ray at a target within 30 ft. as a ranged touch attack, blinding creatures for 1 round. Creatures with more Hit Dice than your wizard level are dazzled instead. You can use this ability a number of times a day equal to 3 + your Int. modifier.
Elven Immunities: Elves are immune to magic sleep effects and gain a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells and effects.
Elven Magic: Elves receive a +2 racial bonus on caster level checks made to overcome spell resistance. In addition, elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Spellcraft skill checks made to identify the properties of magic items.
Extended Illusion: All illusion spells with duration of concentration last an additional number of rounds equal to 1/2 your wizard level after you stop maintaining concentration.
Keen Senses: Elves receive a +2 racial bonus on Perception checks.
Low-Light Vision: Elves can see twice as far as humans in conditions of dim light.
Opposition schools: Enchantment, Necromancy.
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.
Valai is petite and slender, presents a fine example of the classical Elven beauty, and is fairly meticulous about her appearance. She arranges her dark golden hair so it flatters her neck and shoulders. She tends to keep her eyelids lowered, the better to surprise people with her amber eyes when she opens them wide. Her skin used to be pale from long hours spent inside, studying old books, but it is starting to show a light golden tan due to her new lifestyle. While she fosters the aspect of a porcelain doll, she is much tougher than she appears -- a fact she carefully hides from those she does not trust.
The greatest difference between Valai and any other Elven woman lies in her expression and in her eyes. To be precise, her face is usually expressionless, a cold mask that betrays little. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are full of all the seething passions her face does not betray. All too often, those passions are negative and bitter.
Valai wears white robes, hemmed in red. Although she takes good care of them, they are neither fashionable nor flattering, merely functional. The Illusionist cares not, for her clothes amiably suit her purpose for them: that they cover her body and provide her with pockets to put things in.
An oddity about Valai that few ever get to see is the marking on her stomach. Spelled out with runes placed there by Arcane marks is the Elven word for 'Exile'.
Valai was born as one of several daughters in her parents' noble estate. From birth, she was groomed to be the perfect little Elfmaid. Her parents lavished teachers and money on her education, and encouraged her to be perfect in every way. Naturally, because her parents encouraged her to seek perfection, Valai assumed that it was hers to seize -- if she worked hard enough at it.
And so she worked hard; she worked very hard. Weapon drills on the practice court until her bones creaked; hours of study in musty libraries until her brain groaned; countless exercizes in arcane magic; boring lectures on history both within and outside the Elven Kingdom until she feared her head would burst; languages, appreciation of fine arts, she did her best to master everything her noble parents suggested... and then something confusing, no, something baffling happened. Her noble parents started trying to hold her back.
"You mustn't become too mannish," her noble mother said, and took away her sword tutor.
"You mustn't focus too much on magic," her noble father said, and took away her magic tutor.
Valai tried to understand it. Her parents had encouraged her to be the perfect Elf, yet now they took away her tutors and insisted she focus on different, more ladylike areas of study. She concluded, with some hesitation, that this must be a test. They had set a barrier up in front of her, and now it was up to Valai to vault over it! So she persevered in her studies, now all on her own and without the guidance and encouragement of her teachers. She persevered, and she was well-pleased with her progress. Perfection was still within her grasp! Yes, she persevered.
Until that day.
The day that changed everything.
Her noble parents called her into the relic chamber, and there, with the paintings of all their noble ancestors gazing down at them, berated Valai for ignoring their orders and endangering her prospects. Bewildered, Valai asked what prospects these were, and her parents said that of course, she had to think of her prospects for marriage. Was this not what they had been preparing her for? She was to be beautiful and well-groomed, intelligent without being so intellectual that she would threaten her husband's ego, fit but not so strong that she would outshine her husband, knowledgeable in many subjects so she could hold a discussion at parties hosted by her husband, but not so knowledgeable that she would... and so on and so forth.
"But what of my striving for perfection?!" Valai exclaimed, furious.
Her parents were scornful; the thought that a silly little girl like her could achieve anything close to perfection was ludicrous. Her duty was to be married to bring her family prosperity, have many children and conform. Tomorrow, they told her, she would take up cooking and embroidery training. They had spoken, and she would obey.
Except when the servants came to wake Valai the next morning, they found a bed unslept in and a room stripped of all valuables.
Incensed by her parents' expectations, Valai had taken everything she owned of any value, and sold it to buy herself a modest abode and pay to continue her lessons. Her mood had soured due to her experiences; her expression was now distant and abstracted where once she had been enthusiastic and determined; she isolated herself whenever possible, and refused to see any of her relatives when they tried to convince her to return home and talk to her parents. She was coldly suspicious of most Elves, preferring to keep them at a distance and her thoughts private. She scribed scrolls and gave little performances for Elf children to support herself, and for a time she did well.
Valai managed to get herself admitted to an advanced class, overseen by a venerable archmage, and she did well 'for her age', as the pompous elder was wont to say. But then came the day when the archmage called his class together and announced that one of his high-level scrolls had been stolen from his study during the night; the study that only he and his chosen apprentices could access. He asked the guilty party to step forward and publically admit their guilt. In return, he would not pursue the matter any further.
Valai was raised in the faiths of Calistria and Yuelral, but she has little love for what she perceives as Calistria's flightiness and fixation on physical sensation, and she bears an unvoiced resentment against Yuelral's preference for 'natural' magic over the more abstract kind she favours.
Her tutors introduced her to Nethys, but if Valai thinks of the god of magic at all, it is with a sense of discomfort crawling along her spine; the thought that the foremost power of magic is insane worries her.
Since her travels outside Kyonin started, Valai has been introduced to the faith of Sivanah, goddess of illusion, reflections and mysteries by a human Illusionist she met. The concept of the mysterious goddess, whose goals are a secret even to her faithful, amused the exiled Elfmaid, and even impressed her. At any time that this becomes necessary, Valai may pay lip service to any of these four deities. How grudgingly she does so is entirely dependent on the occasion and her mood at the time. She feels some mild affection for Sivanah, at least, but realizes the power of the other three.