Friday, November 24, 2017

Lux Tenebris: Erielle Greenthorne

ERIELLE GREENTHORN, L13 Wood Elf Bard

STR 13 (+1)
DEX 14 (+2)
CON 14 (+2)
INT 13 (+1)
WIS 12 (+1)
CHA 20 (+5)
HP 94
AC 13 (Leather armor)

Traits:
Darkvision
Fey Ancestry
Trance
Fleet of Foot (35 ft)
Mask of the Wild
Languages: Common, Dwarvish, Elvish, Sylvan

Proficiencies: +5
Armor: Light
Weapons: Longsword, Shortsword, Shortbow, Longbow, Simple wpns, Hand x-bows, Rapiers
Tools: Lute, Harp, Pipe
Saves: Dexterity +7, Charisma +10
Skills: Acrobatics +12, Arcana +6, Athletics +6, History +6, Insight +6, Medicine +6, Perception +11, Performance +15, Persuasion +15

Feats:
Researcher
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Bardic Inspiration (d10/5x)
Jack of All Trades
Song of Rest (1d10)
Bard College: College of Lore
- Bonus Proficiencies
- Cutting Words
- Additional Magical Secrets
Expertise
Font of Inspiration
Countercharm
Magical Secrets

Spellcasting:
Spells Known: 16
Spell DC: 18
Atk Mod: +10
At-Will(4): Dancing lights, Friends, Vicious mockery, True strike
L1(4): Charm person, Detect magic, Cure wounds
L2(3): Blindness/Deafness, Invisibility, Pass without Trace
L3(3): Dispel magic, Leomund's tiny hut, Stinking cloud
L4(3): Freedom of Movement, Greater invisibility, Polymorph
L5(2): Geas, Greater restoration
L6(1): Otto's Irresistable Dance, Eyebite
L7(1): Regenerate, Prismatic spray

Equipment:
Shortsword. Melee. +7 to hit; deals 1d6 +2 piercing; Finesse, Light.
Dagger. Melee. +7 to hit; deals 1d4 +2 piercing; Finesse, Light, Thrown (20/60 ft.)
Leather armor. Light armor. AC 11 + Dex Mod.
A diplomat's pack, a lute, a bottle of black ink, a quill, a small knife, a letter from a dead colleague, posing a question you have not been able to answer, a set of common clothes, a belt pouch w/10gp.

Erielle Greenthorne was born in Swordhold. Her mother was an artisan and her father was a merchant. Both of her parents died during the Succession Riots and afterwards young Erielle was sent to live with her grandmother in Fallen Baramir. Erielle's grandmother was a scholar, working at the Adamantine Archive. Although she loved her granddaughter dearly she had little time to devote to the child and so Erielle learned to be independent and amuse herself. This led her to apprentice with a local bard named Ulden Nix. Erielle soon surpassed her master and eventually struck out on her own. Returning to Swordhold, she fell in with a group of adventurers and began to make a name for herself. During one of these adventures, Erielle met the dwarf paladin, Mazz Wyrmhearth and a mysterious young fighter named Estan. Eventually, Erielle learned that Estan was Prince Estan, heir to the throne of Swordhold.  
Esten and Erielle fell in love and married, despite Erielle's grandmother advising her not to, because humans lived such short lives. Nevertheless, Erielle married Esten and the two were very happy prior to the Draconic Invasion and the Seigne of Swordhold. When her husband was killed in battle, Erielle ruled Swordhold as Regent until her son, Berret, was old enough to assume the throne. 
It was Erielle who sent Berret away, to Moonhome, accompanied by her old companion, Mazz Wyrmheart.  In his absence, she held the city against the Draconic Legions, until things became dire. At that point, Queen Erielle treated with Warheart Greyscale to peacefully surrender the city. The warheart was magnanimous in his victory and spared the city's denizens. He and Queen Erielle met frequently to converse and rumors abounded that the queen had charmed the paladin. When the Legions were ordered to raise the city, the warheart allowed the city's residents to exit the city walls before he put Swordhold to the torch. He then withdrew with his army to the east, to Calhorne.
Eventually, Prince Berret returned to Swordhold and claimed his father's crown. His mother gratefully handed over power and went into a brief perior of formal morning for her slain husband. Soon, however, she was asked by the new king to travel to Goldsun and renew diplomatic relations with that elven nation.
Queen Erielle now serves as Swordhold's formal ambassador to Goldsun. Although she recognizes the necessity of her work, she would rather be at her son's side in the city she loves.


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