Valen Tarl's page

Great idea!

I'm trying to decide if, when I convert Valen to PFRPG, he's going to keep his ranger levels or if he's going straight cleric.

The build looks pretty good!

Name: Valen Tarl
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Ranger/Cleric of Erastil
Faction: Andoran (born in Ustalav)
Alignment: Lawful Good

Full stats are in the profile.

Have you considered joining Taldor? We do have the best tailors, and know how to administer an empire without having to go running to some brimstone-belching fellow for help.

With all due respect, it's pretty clear that Taldor doesn't know how to administer a rugby scrum, let alone an empire.

I'll grant you the tailors, though.

Ah, come now Valen loosen up. Your just as bad as Trey.

Come have some food and drink.

You know for a bunch of freedom lovers, some of you are quite stuffy.

I'm an elf and a cleric. I have both a racial and a moral obligation to be stuffy.

Valen Mirresh wrote:

And as for service to a devil... Your destiny is indeed your own choice, you pathetic fools. You throw away a gift you should treasure forever, and for the price of a dance and a fine vintage. I pity you, that you will have so little chance to correct your mistakes before you suffer for them, forever.

Does this mean you'll be joining the barbecue?

No. And you're supposed to be sleeping anyway, so we can get our Topaz Championship going!

Every man and woman is born with the spark of the divine within them, the sacred flame that can be fanned into the bonfire of faith. That divinity grants each and every one of us the right to choose our own destinies, but only Andoran has fully accepted that truth. We must reach out to our fellows and show them they they, too, can stand up, look their so-called "betters" in the eye and say, "You have no power over me. My soul and my will are my own, and those you can never claim!"

And as for service to a devil... Your destiny is indeed your own choice, you pathetic fools. You throw away a gift you should treasure forever, and for the price of a dance and a fine vintage. I pity you, that you will have so little chance to correct your mistakes before you suffer for them, forever.