Alain, level 1
Build: Devoted Cleric
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 10, Dex 11, Int 8, Wis 20, Cha 14.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 10, Dex 11, Int 8, Wis 18, Cha 14.
AC: 16 Fort: 11 Reflex: 11 Will: 18
HP: 22 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 5
Insight +10, Religion +6, History +4, Heal +10, Diplomacy +7
Acrobatics -1, Arcana -1, Bluff +2, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance -1, Intimidate +2, Nature +5, Perception +5, Stealth -1, Streetwise +2, Thievery -1, Athletics -1
Cleric: Ritual Caster
Human: Harmony of Erathis
Level 1: Durable
Cleric at-will 1: Lance of Faith
Cleric at-will 1: Sacred Flame
Human: Priest’s Shield
Cleric encounter 1: Healing Strike
Cleric daily 1: Cascade of Light
Ritual Book, Adventurer’s Kit, Chainmail, Antivenom (heroic tier) (2), Morningstar
Gentle Repose, Animal Messenger
The night of my birth has been a mystery to me for many years. It was told to me that on that night an old Druid of great power appeared in my village seeking my mother. He was escorted to the small home where she was resting just moments after her labor had ended. Without warning he tore me from my mother’s arms, raised me to the heavens and pronounced strange words over me. He smeared strange blood on me and told my mother I would be the only one capable of destroying a great evil one day. My body was the key to that future victory. He has never been seen or heard from since. I’ve thought a lot about that story in the last few years….
Beyond the strange circumstances of my birth, not much can be said of my childhood. I grew up in a simple farming community. I fell in love with my childhood sweetheart and the happiest moment of my life was the day we got engaged…
It seams like ages since I left that village. I can’t go back…not to that village and not even to the valley. I’m a cleric now…for better or worse. Some think I’m a pitiful excuse of a cleric because of my perceived love of strong drink. The truth is…I don’t like it…I need it. Without it the nightmares come; the blackouts and strange visions. No, I can’t stop this infernal addiction, even if it drives me to the grave. But, I have to attone somehow. If the alcohol doesn’t kill me, I’ll find the one with the dual marks of Bane and Gruumsh. I’ll track him to the ends of the earth…I can only hope that Erathis will look favorably on my work and forgive what happened six years ago.