Pathfinder Chronicles: Kingmaker
Elven Master of Bow and Blade
Name: Solanthus D’Naariel
Skills: Climbing d6, Fighting d12, Notice d6, Lockpicking d6, Persuasion d6, Riding d4, Shooting d10, Stealth d10, Streetwise d4, Swimming d4
Toughness: 10 (7+3 for Masterwork Plate)
Low Light Vision
All Thumbs (Minor)
Alchemical Silver Longsword
Cold Iron Longsword
Cold Iron Longsword (Masterwork)
Cloak of Elvenkind
Flint and Steel
Healing Potion (x2)
Silk Rope (50ft)
Thieves Tools (Masterwork)
Trail Rations (5 days)
There was a time when the D’Naariel name was well known. We were a family of worth, full of heroes and great workers of magic, but that time is long gone. Few clans indeed can have fallen as far as we have. For I grew up in the slums of Restov, as far as can be imagined from the glories of Kyonin, which in itself is but a pale shadow of our true home. Bitter cold and grim starvation are my earliest memories, fighting over slivers of half-rotten food and scraps of clothing. However, I was strong, I was fast, and perhaps more importantly I didn’t care who got in my way. That counts for a lot in such places. It was such qualities that brought me to the attention of the Swordlords. They raised me out of the gutter and put a blade in my hand. At that moment I discovered my calling and realised I was a true D’Naariel. The Swordlords honed my skills and gave me opportunity. My talents are in great demand and if people are willing to pay, then who am I to argue? Just as long as I don’t go cold and hungry again.
I have heard that the Swordlords have sent out a request for brave souls to explore the Greenbelt and remove the bandit threat. I also know that there are elven ruins in the Greenbelt, places that long ago were controlled by the D’Naariel family. They will be again.
Yes there was a time when the D’Naariel name was well known. When the evils of the world shuddered at its very mention and that time will soon return. This I swear by the ghosts of my fore-fathers.