I am the Typhoon. I am the Wildfire. I am the Avalanche. I am Liaren, my wrath is the wrath of nature.
Male Dai’est Vae Druid 15
|Alignment||Neutral Evil||Patron Deity||Nallithonost||Size||Medium|
Armor Class: 37 (+11 Solein Misahn, +6 Shield of the Fey, +3 Dex, +3 Ring of Protection +3, +4 Amulet of Natural Armor)
Base Attack/Grapple: +11/+7Attack: Sylvan Scimitar +16/+11/+6 melee 1d6+5 (18-20)
+3 Composite Longbow of Shock +18/+13/+8 ranged 1d8+5 +1d6 electric
Special Attacks: Spells
Special Qualities: Elven Racial Traits, Animal Companion, Nature Sense, Wild Empathy, Immune to Sleep, Low Light Vision, Woodland Stride, Trackless Step, Resist Natures Lure, Wildshape 5/day, Venom Immunity, A Thousand Faces, Timeless Body
Saves: Fort. +12, Ref. +9, Will +16
Skills: Concentration +19, Diplomacy +9, Handle Animal +11 (+15 Skoll), Heal +12, Knowledge (Nature) +27, Listen +27, Spot +27, Survival +27
Feats: Run, Point Blank Shot, Extend Spell, Precise Shot, Leadership, Armor Proficiency (Heavy)
|Spells per day||6||7||7||7||5||5||4||3||1|
Other Possessions: Backpack, Belt Pouch, Waterskin, Trail Rations x2, Orb of Flame
Wolf Animal Companion
HP: 112 (12d8)
Armor Class: 31 (+12 Natural, +9 Dex,)
Base Attack/Grapple: +9/+16
Attack: Bite +23/+18 melee 1d8+17
Special Attacks: Trip
Special Qualities: Low-light vision, scent Devotion, Evasion, Link, Share Spells, Improved Evasion
Saves: Fort. +13, Ref. +18, Will +7
Skills: Hide +16, Move Silently +16, Survival +4
Feats: Dodge, Improved Natural Attack, Track, Weapon Focus (Bite), Power Attack, Cleave
Skoll has been blessed with a permanent Greater Magic Fang spell
Liaren was born among a tribe of nomadic vae hiding in the great wastes of Krec, forever on the run from the armies of Krecia, forever fearing the slaughter that would come to them at the hands of the humans. He watched as his parents, his siblings, and all those around him wasted away, their souls and bodies tortured by the effects mankind had on their solein, the land of their hearts.
In his naiveté he strived to save his loved ones through saving the land. Everywhere he could, he watered the ground, he planted trees and bushes. He left out seeds for birds and food for game. But try and try as he might, his healing touch was far too slow. His grandparents wasted away, as did his sister. And before he reached adulthood, his family was gone. His mother was the last to perish, and she begged Liaren to move on, to find a place to live and thrive.
Even then, Liaren could feel his solein dying. His hair grew thin and lost its golden color. His skin paled and lost pigmentation. He looked at himself, he looked at the land, and he saw death. Long, painful, and torturous death.
And so, Liaren made a vow. He would leave his solein. He would march on, and on, and on, as long as it would take him until he reached a healthy land. Until he reached long fabled Nathuion with is massive trees older than all the empires of man.
And so the young vae traveled northward, constantly filled with the fear, the dread that Krecia would find him. That they would kill him, or drag him back to his cursed solein.
The years past. The boy became a man, but there was no coming of age, no ceremony with friends and family. Only a lonely night staring at the stars through tears and memories of loved ones lost.
Though he became sicker at first when he left his solein, it seemed the further he marched on the stronger he became. Always as he marched, he watered and took care of the land, cherishing this one act that reminded him of his family. Now he helped the world in memory of them.
Slowly, Liaren learned the rites of nature. The Ancients must have had their sights set on him, as he somehow managed, after years of wandering, to reach fabled Nathuion. And there, Liaren learned of his heritage as an vae. Of their history of the world.
There he learned why his parents died. Why everyone he had ever known suffered a slow and painful demise: The Empires of Man.
Strong from his journey, and filled with the energy of all of nature, Liaren was no longer tortured by the pains of his solein. Though he could still feel it, dying out in the great wastes of Krec, his druidic bond with all of the wilderness consumed the sickness, kept it at bay. In the wilds outside of Flavliendos, he met his greatest companion, Skoll.
He was the biggest wold Liaren had ever seen, a gigantic black timber wolf and alpha male of his pack. They met in the quiet of the moonlight night, and saw in each other’s eyes a kindred spirit. They found a friend and a brother, and a common will.
The return of the world to its rightful way… that of before man, before civilization.
He again began to travel, following where the wind would take him, Skoll forever by his side. They fought to protect the earth mother against the encroachment of man’s empires, slaying all those who would harm the spirit of the land. Soon the gained followers.
Liaren began the Flamewind, a band of druids and rangers who seeled to destroy all who would damage the sanctity of solein. Who pushed forward the fecundity of Nathuion against the blight of mankind.
“We are the wind that carries the fire! That purges the land so that it may grow anew, stronger more fertile than ever before. We defend the sanctity of solein, of Nathuion, of nature herself.”