Former Appretince to Wizard Lucilly Farrom
"The book keeps me safe, protects my dreams. I must fill its pages as my thanks."
WARLOCK 3 |
Medium humanoid male (Human), neutral good Armor Class 13
Hit Points 30 (3d8 +6) Senses normal human Languages Grehsian Common, Elvish, Gnomish, Draconic Proficiency Bonus +2 |
ABILITIES & SKILLS Proficiency Bonus: +2 |
Strength 6 (-2)
Dexterity 14 (+2)
Constitution 14 (+2)
Intelligence 13 (+1)
Wisdom 13 (+1)
Charisma 16 (+3) |
Bold denotes proficiency.
PROFICIENCIES & ABILITIES |
PROFICIENCIES
WARLOCK CLASS ABILITIES
RACIAL TRAITS
FEATS SUPERNATURAL GIFT Unscarred Resilience. When you take damage, you can use your reaction to roll a d12. Add your Constitution modifier to the number rolled, and reduce the damage by that total. After you use this trait, you can't use it again until you finish a short or long rest. ORIGIN: I don't know my mother is, but my resilience (and other hints) provide clues to their immortal identity. |
WEAPONS |
WEAPONS
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PACT MAGIC |
PACT SPELL SLOTS 2/2
CANTRIPS Eldritch Blast | Light | Prestidigitation | Sacred Flame | Guidance | Mage Hand | Message FIRST LEVEL Charm Person | Guiding Bolt | Cure Wounds SECOND LEVEL Hold Person (C) |
* Denotes a Midgard spell. / (C) Denotes concentration. / (R) Denotes reaction spell. / (B) Denotes bonus action spell.
BOOK OF SHADOWS RITUALS |
FIRST LEVEL Alarm | Comprehend Languages | Detect Magic | Identify SECOND LEVEL Silence THIRD LEVEL None FOURTH LEVEL None FIFTH LEVEL None SIXTH LEVEL None |
(C) Denotes concentration.
EQUIPMENT & ENCUMBRANCE |
TOTAL ENCUMBRANCE (30.18 lbs.)
MONEY POUCH (0 lbs.) Brass: 0 | Copper: 0 | Silver: 9 | Obsidian: 0 | Platinum: 0 (9 Coins x .02 lbs. = 0.18 lbs. Total Weight) EQUIPMENT READIED (21 lbs.) Equipped items can be retrieved with a manipulate item interaction.
EQUIPMENT STORED (9 lbs.) Stored items can be retrieved with an action.
EQUIPMENT NOT CARRIED (--)
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* Denotes magic item (see below)
MAGIC ITEMS |
NON-ATTUNED
ATTUNED (2/3)
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APPEARANCE |
Age 25 | Height 5' 9" | Weight 135 lbs. | Hair Silver | Eyes Brown | Complexion Fair Cael is a male of average height, and just seems to have an aura that makes people like him. He's got a striking look that makes you remember him, though, not in a bad way. He's not much of a talker, he often has his whole face in a book, where most will stop at the nose. And yet, he doesn't give off the air of a typical stuffy academic. Even if he had attracted bullies from the ranks of the less mentally capable, he'd always been a very resilient boy. Once he fell out of a third story window and emerged with nothing more than some dirty clothes. In his more recent years, this lead to an interest in getting tattoos, as while they did hurt, he found the sensation almost novel and refreshing after most of his life avoiding anything worse than a scrape or two. He doesn't dress flashily, he has no real need to, especially these days. Cael wears mostly black as a sign of mourning the death of his master, something he intends to do until he has avenged her passing. He carries her still blood stained tome on his back, and fills it with his own spells that he encounters, as both a tribute to her, as well as perhaps one of them holds the key to defeating whatever is behind all this. He carries some knives more for utility than fighting, preferring to rely on his magic in combat above anything else. |
BACKGROUND |
Sage
Background Feature: Specialty (Wizard's Apprentice) Researcher When you attempt to learn or recall a piece of lore, if you do not know that information, you often know where and from whom you can obtain it. Usually, this information comes from a library, scriptorium, university, or a sage or other learned person or creature. Your DM might rule that the knowledge you seek is secreted away in an almost inaccessible place, or that it simply cannot be found. Unearthing the deepest secrets of the multiverse can require an adventure or even a whole campaign. BACKSTORY Cael Vellewyn grew up in United Lestoru, the son of an affluent merchant family. Not wealthy enough to try to have ever been made nobility, but firmly upper middle class. Their family has been making Silver Stream Ale for generations, and it has delighted many a palette. The recipe is a closely guarded secret, though they will jokingly reassure new customers that there is no actual silver in the alcohol. If there was, it would be a lot more expensive!
From a young age, Cael had seemed to have an inkling for magic, able to read and kind of magical text, no matter the language. He loved learning about the arcane and planned to get accepted to the Resplendent Scroll University, and cheering on the Lightning Bolts at any Stormrally match that he could make. Eventually, he reached the age where he could apply to the school. His combination of study and good charm got him accepted into the school in about the middle of the pack. He wasn't the brightest pupil in his class, but he wasn't the dimmest either. After a couple years of studying there, he began the next phase of his education, getting apprenticed to a more senior wizard. In his case, Lucilly Farrom. She wasn't a specialist of a particular school, instead a member of the Order of Scribes. She was the most bookish person that Cael had ever met, and that was saying something, as all wizards were quite bookish to begin with.
A few days after she left, Cael started getting an unpleasant dream himself. It was the same one that had visited his master, not that he'd known that at the time. After the fourth night of waking up in a cold sweat after getting his death proclaimed at him, he looked around his room, and saw an unusual sight on his writing desk. It was his master's spellbook, though splattered in blood. The fact that it was here and she clearly wasn't was a bad sign. Cael hurried over to it, having seen Lucilly talk to the book before, perhaps it could tell him what happened.
His newly acquired book had come with an amulet in it like a bookmark. It seemed a bit pointless, given that the book was empty. But when he picked it up and examined it, something struck him, and he has a sliver of a young memory of his mother possibly wearing something like this before she disappeared from their lives. Putting it on, he could feel it start to focus the arcane energy that had poured into his body. He no longer needed a spellbook to memorize spells, they were burned into his psyche. However, he found that he could sometimes pull other cantrips from the amulet if he could remember them from his wizard days. Before heading out, he stocked up on some gear, and found a good deal on a staff said to increase one's magical power. The last 6 owners had died while still holding it, leading the shop owner to think it was cursed, and was practically giving it away. With a laugh borne from the sleep deprivation he was still recovering from, he took the supposedly cursed rod, and gave the woman a few coins anyways. He took a bit of time back in his room to get used to the book and other new gear, before heading out on this journey his master's death had set him on. |