The Obsidian Spire
Elf - Mage
== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ==
Rolen Woodsoul, level 5
Elf, Wizard (Mage)
School: Evocation School
School: Illusion School
Expert Mage Option: Evocation School Expert
Missing Master (Missing Master Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
STR 8, CON 15, DEX 12, INT 21, WIS 11, CHA 10
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
STR 8, CON 14, DEX 10, INT 18, WIS 11, CHA 10
AC: 18 Fort: 15 Ref: 18 Will: 15
HP: 41 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 10
Arcana +12, Dungeoneering +7, History +12, Perception +10
Acrobatics +3, Athletics +1, Bluff +2, Diplomacy +2, Endurance +6, Heal +2, Insight +3, Intimidate +4, Nature +4, Religion +7, Stealth +3, Streetwise +2, Thievery +3
Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Elf Racial Power: Elven Accuracy
Wizard Utility: Prestidigitation
Wizard Utility: Mage Hand
Wizard Utility: Light
Wizard Attack 1: Fountain of Flame
Wizard Attack 1: Phantom Chasm
Wizard Attack 1: Burning Hands
Wizard Attack 1: Charm of Misplaced Wrath
Wizard Attack 1: Arc Lightning
Wizard Attack 1: Winged Horde
Wizard Attack 1: Magic Missile
Wizard Utility 2: Shield
Wizard Utility 2: Mystical Debris
Wizard Attack 3: Shock Sphere
Wizard Attack 3: Maze of Mirrors
Wizard Attack 5: Stinking Cloud
Wizard Attack 5: Summon Magma Beast
Level 1: Staff Expertise
Level 2: Wand Expertise
Level 4: Terrain Advantage
Cloak of Distortion +1 x1
Lightning Wand +1 x1
Earthroot Staff +1
Wand of the Hunting Hound +1
Shared Suffering Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing) +1 x1
Staff of Storms +1 x1
Bag of Holding (heroic tier)
== End ==
…not so long ago…
The light stung his eyes, dizzying the elf. He was not sure of how long he had been in the small lightless stone room. Only that he was in the lowest level of the Winecrest jail, a level reserved for the most unruly of law makers, ones he knew were shackled up and left for death to find them slowly. Very weak from being fed very little in the time he spent in his cell.
The guards had to nearly carry him as he stumbled his way through the corridors on legs that were still trying to recall their purpose in life. After several minutes and with eyes still stinging from the brightness, even more so now that he was on the ground level in a room with several barred windows set high up the walls.
What seemed like an eternity to the elf wasn’t but a few minutes. In came members of the Chamber of the Vine, he knew his sentence was about to be handed out. A sentence he knew he did not deserve.
“Rolen Woodsoul, for the murder of Arch Mage Theopholis, you should be sentenced to death. However, after much debate within the chamber, it seems your end may not be as swift.”
“Th-thank you magistrate.” Rolen managed to stammer though his mouth was as dry as old bones in a desert. Slightly confused, as he thought for sure his life was at an end. Smart enough to not question such a decision, Rolen accepted the news gratefully.
“Don’t thank him yet, fool elf.”
Bowing his head to the ground and realizing he was not out of his predicament just yet, he only listened as his sentencing was handed down to him.
“You shall serve at the Borderland Keep, charged with protecting all of civilization from the evils that are growing in the north,” Lord Quentin began. “You are to serve until the Chamber has decided otherwise.”
“If you enter this fair city again young Woodsoul know that it shall be on pain of death,” interrupted Lord Seldain.
So his sentencing ended and shortly after he was shackled to a wagon with a few others from the prison and began the trek north to the Borderland Keep.
Rolen jolted up fast from his sleep, covered in a cold sweat. Nervously looking around the barracks, gaining familiarity with his surroundings again, “…andirus…air…flame…" he mumbled to himself. He had the dream again, and again he was awoken with the same words echoing in his head.
His master Arch Mage Theopholis, one of four in the city of Winecrest, while very old was still quite powerful, was now dead, when discovered Rolen was standing in shock over the loss of such a great man. By proximity he was guilty, this he knew. Is what he didn’t know was why was the powerful wizard slain.
He laid his head back on his pillow, his heartbeats steady once again, and he began to recall the last days he was with his master. He knew he was left a live for a reason, and since none within Winecrest seemed to care too much for discovering the source of the Arch Mage’s demise, he decided to take it upon himself to solve the riddle.