Varnor, level 10 Elf, Cleric Background: Aglarond

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 10, Con 11, Dex 20, Int 8, Wis 20, Cha 13.

Starting Ability Scores Str 10, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 8, Wis 16, Cha 13.

AC: 25 Fort: 17 Reflex: 22 Will: 24 HP: 73 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 18

TRAINED SKILLS Religion, Perception, Insight, Heal.

FEATS 1: Ritual Caster 1: Righteous Rage of Tempus 2: Astral Fire 4: Weapon Focus (Bow) 6: Elven Precision 8: Wild Elf Luck 10: Toughness

POWERS 1, At-Will: Lance of Faith 1, At-Will: Sacred Flame 1, Encounter: Cause Fear 1, Daily: Beacon of Hope 2, Utility: Bless 3, Encounter: Daunting Light 5, Daily: Weapon of the Gods 6, Utility: Bastion of Health 7, Encounter: Searing Light 9, Daily: Blade Barrier 10, Utility: Mass Cure Light Wounds

ITEMS Ritual Book, Magic Holy Symbol +3, Cloak of Distortion +2, Bracers of the Perfect Shot (heroic tier), Mirrorsheen Coat Hide Armor +2, Flaming Longbow +2, Adventurer’s Kit, Arrows (60)

RITUALS Gentle Repose, Cure Disease, Remove Affliction


I grew up along the borders of the thick Yuirwood. A small town called Sharine. My parents kept us pretty isolated from the rest of the town. I always wondered why we never had any interactions with the other families. Growing up I explored the Yuirwood’s deepest forests in lieu of playing with the neighboring children. Although exploring any parts of the forest were forbidden, nothing could stop me. I was so intrigued by the the ruins of Yuireshanyarr. I met a hermit no to far from the Fey Portals when I was 14. He taught me the ways of the healer and mysteriously vanished. After that day I knew I was destined for something great. With that in mind I set off to follow my path to greatness. I know the forest better than I know myself. I’ve become somewhat of a loner and despise the profane and unnatural. I do not take part in modern “civilities” and I don’t most people.


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