Bringers of Light
Human male ranger from Crainn
== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ==
Roland Rhohandson, level 1
Build: Archer Ranger
Fighting Style Option: Hunter Fighting Style
Ranger Option: Prime Shot
Human Power Selection Option: Heroic Effort
Disgraced Noble (Bluff class skill)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
STR 10, CON 11, DEX 20, INT 10, WIS 14, CHA 8
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
STR 10, CON 11, DEX 18, INT 10, WIS 14, CHA 8
AC: 18 Fort: 12 Ref: 19 Will: 13
HP: 23 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 5
Acrobatics +9, Bluff +4, Dungeoneering +7, Heal +7, Nature +7, Stealth +9
Arcana +0, Athletics –1, Diplomacy –1, Endurance –1, History +0, Insight +2, Intimidate –1, Perception +2, Religion +0, Streetwise –1, Thievery +4
Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Bloodsworn Utility: Bloodied Determination
Human Racial Power: Heroic Effort
Hunter’s Quarry Power: Hunter’s Quarry
Ranger Attack 1: Careful Attack
Ranger Attack 1: Warning Shot
Ranger Attack 1: Evasive Strike
Ranger Attack 1: Split the Tree
Level 1: Improved Initiative
Level 1: Superior Reflexes
Hide Armor x1
== End ==
I was sent to the capitol to serve in the gladiatorial system as punishment for crimes committed.
My name is Roland Rhoandson; son of Rhohand. My father is the governor of Crainn. I was raised with a privileged life, trained in arms and survival, and cultivated to assume the governorship after my father. It’s too bad I hate him and have taken a blood oath to end his miserable, worthless life.
Throughout my early years I worshiped my father. I thought him to be a kind and generous man. Just and fair in all things. I was taught that he ruled our province like a kind father to all his subjects. He could do no wrong.
I loved to roam the forest and I learned early to track game and hunt. I developed a special affinity to the long bow, and I learned to survive in the forests.
At fourteen I realized that I knew nothing of the people I was supposed to govern some day. I decided that I should learn something of them. I began to sneak from our home at night and go “under bough” to mingle with them some. I had no fear of any of the common people. There hadn’t been an uprising in over forty years. The people were happy and content, or so I thought.
I soon learned how the commoners lived. I saw that their lives were dull and tedious, with no motivation, no encouragement to strive for anything better. I was beginning to think that the common person was a dullard with no ambition and a lack of imagination. I was beginning to wonder why my father or the emperor cared what happened to them at all. That was when I met Prim.
The city didn’t have or need a large police presence, but there were always guards “under bough” at night. I tried to avoid them as I didn’t want them reporting me to my father. None of them dared to impede me or to restrain me, but they would let my father know I’d been among the commoners, and he would have forbidden me to spend any more time there.
One night I spotted a guard that I knew would recognize me. I hid from him but followed him, practicing my tracking skills. He entered a small tavern, most likely to clear any riff-raff. As he was coming out he was pelted with rocks. None of them did much harm but he spotted the boy that threw them. The boy ran and the guard chased him. I was curious as to why the boy had thrown the rocks in the first place, so, using my trained directional and observational skills, I took some back allies and cut the boy off. He thought I was going to turn him in but I helped him to escape. That was how I met Prim.
Prim was the son of a Treeman. His father worked a crew of five other men to cut and trim the Caer Pren trees. His was, of course, only one of hundreds of other crews like them.
Over the next few weeks I met his father and his mother. He had two brothers whom I also met and liked. He also had a sister that I more than liked. It was because of her, Saria, that I realized they knew who I was. When I first met Saria she wouldn’t look up at me. She only looked down and she curtsied to me, calling me “My Lord”.
Prim’s father was smart enough to realize that I was spending time in town to get information. He thought I was spying for my father, but he soon realized that I was just trying to learn something of the people of Crainn. He decided that he and his family would present an honest portrayal of the life of the people “under bough”.
Over the next weeks two things happened. I began to see and understand the inequality that the common erson lived under, as well as the lack of freedom from oppression, and I fell in love with Saria. She returned that feeling and we began to talk of marriage.
Soon I found myself questioning, in private to my father, some of his judgments when he held court. Before long he asked me where I got the ideas I was expressing. Still believing him to be a fair man, I told him that I’d met a boy from “under bough”, and that he had gotten me to start thinking about these things.
My father expressed a true interest in Prim’s ideas and asked me to invite Prim and his family to the governor’s mansion. I was eager and more than willing to do this, hoping to bring up marriage to Saria while they were there. I was so sure my parents would love her as I did.
Prim and his father were reluctant to come to my home but I insisted. I finally got them to agree. When they arrived my father asked Prim and his father to join him in his counsel room. After a short time I and the rest of Prim’s family were asked to join them. My father informed me and all of Prim’s family that they were guilty of treason and were sentenced to death. They were taken to the high platform, the highest platform in the city, used for privet executions and punishments. There they were each held by city police while my father himself cut their throats. I was in shock and did nothing. For that I curse myself each day. Saria was last and she died cursing my name for betraying them.
At dinner that night I ate next to nothing. My father berated me and called me week. We argued and fought. I finally claimed that I would see him dead and I sliced the palm of my hand as I vowed to take his life. I then tasted my own blood to seal the vow.
My father had me arrested and sentenced me to the same fate as my friends. Only my mother’s intervention saved me. Instead of killing me outright I was sent to the empire’s capitol, Caer Gormes, and placed in the gladiatorial system. I don’t believe my father expects me to live long. He trained me very well though. He might be surprised.
On the very first day of my life in the gladiatorial pens I was caged with several other people. They were all about my age. A tall, lanky young woman whose face was smeared with blue. Her name is Morgan. A young girl that seemed too innocent to have anything to warrant punishment in the games. I’m not sure how she is going to survive. Her name is Bara Is. There was also a kid named Brandis. He strikes me as having something to prove. That’s likely to get him killed too. Morgan seems to be able take care of herself. She and I are the only ones in that cell that have had any combat training or experience
There was a bad storm that night. The wind and rain seemed to swirl in a funnel that sucked everything loose into itself. It was like it was feeding on the world. It tried to eat the cells we were all in but just managed to free us. I making our escape we ran into two other people.
A giant of a man named Jorn. He strikes me as probably the most honest and straight forward man I’ve ever known. I don’t think deceit or guile are even concepts he knows. I have the feeling that, if he says something, it is true or he believes it is.
Then there was a Tiefling. My father had dealings with Tieflings a lot. I am not nearly as afraid of them as most people are. I also don’t trust them. This one had his tongue cut out so that he couldn’t reveal any secrets. I get the feeling he is ok and I can trust him, but you know what I got for following my heart the last time. My mind says don’t trust this creature.
We managed to get into the armory and I found my bow, arrows, and armor. My father had sent it along as a gift to the emperor. We had to kill a lot of men to get out, but we finally escaped into the sewers. It was quite an ordeal.
I won’t go into any more detail right now. It looks like I am going to be spending some time with these people. I might even be able to enlist them in my cause. With any luck I won’t be facing my father and his troops alone.