Fuped Avenging Elf of Bane


====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ====== Lia, level 3 Githzerai, Avenger Avenger’s Censure: Censure of Pursuit Background: Amn, Two Sides of the Coin, Githzerai – War Band Survivor, Early Life – Kidnapped, Parentage – Cult Raised, Pivotal Event – Escape (Amn Benefit)

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 13, Con 11, Dex 18, Int 10, Wis 18, Cha 8.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 13, Con 11, Dex 16, Int 10, Wis 16, Cha 8.

AC: 18 Fort: 13 Reflex: 16 Will: 16 HP: 37 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 9

TRAINED SKILLS Religion +7, Stealth +11, Acrobatics +13, Perception +11

UNTRAINED SKILLS Arcana +1, Bluff, Diplomacy, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance +1, Heal +5, History +1, Insight +5, Intimidate, Nature +5, Streetwise +1, Thievery +6, Athletics +4

FEATS Level 1: Githzerai Blade Master Level 2: Power of Skill

POWERS Avenger at-will 1: Radiant Vengeance Avenger at-will 1: Overwhelming Strike Avenger encounter 1: Angelic Alacrity Avenger daily 1: Aspect of Might Avenger utility 2: Distracting Flare Avenger encounter 3: Fury’s Advance

ITEMS Sunblade Fullblade +1 ====== Copy to Clipboard and Press the Import Button on the Summary Tab ======


Lia was born a twin under an auspicious sign. Kay was first born and came into the world smiling at apparently at peace with the world and her surroundings, unnaturally calm. Then I was born to the shock of the parents, there was no indication of 2 children, indeed multiple births are almost unheard of among the githzerai. And where Kay was calm and seemingly at peace, I was screaming, sickly, and altogether unhinged.

My sister and I were always close, her trying to keep me out of trouble, me trying to get her into it. And where I always was ready with a crass word or snide remark for others my sister and I always stuck together. Then the unthinkable happened.

It was late in the night when I was taken. I don’t remember exactly how, but even now I suspect that some of the sages among our people allowed it to take place. There were always whispers among the elders about me and my birth and what it might mean. My sister always said that I was just imanging it, and ready to come to my defense but I couldn’t help the feeling that I wasn’t wanted.

I was stolen by a cult of Bane who had heard about my birth and also saw it as some sort of sign. I was raised among the cult learning about Bane and the magisty of war and skill at arms. Beaten, made to kill the helpless, all manner or evil deeds and punishments ment to overwhelm my will and push me further up (or down) the path of Bane. I saw Bane diferently then the others, but they couldn’t deny that Bane had infused me with gifts despite these heretical thoughts. See I came to understand that Bane is much like Tempus. God of war, skill in battle, tyranny, like my sister and me two sides of the same coin. Where Tempus likes battle just for the sake of battle, Bane uses it directed toward a purpose, subjucation of the weak. But not for the reasons his followers believe, The weak need the strong to protect them from themselves, to show them the correct path to travel, to lead them because they can’t fend for themselves.

Years later we were found out by a Githzerai war band and we were called to arms. The battle was hard fought with losses on both sides. I was revelving in the battle as any follower of Bane might, but also saddened that it came at the expense of my own people. Thats when I saw her, my sister was a part of this warband! I could not, would not, allow Bane to think her as weak and subject to will of these weak followers who did not fully understand even their own god. So I turned on my previous kidnappers, as I have sinced learned that they were (I didn’t fully remember my childhood until later,) and with the help of my sister and her warband wiped out the cult.

But even then I wasn’t welcomed back among my people. They saw my worship of Bane as a abomination, and proof that I should never have been brought into the world to begin with. I seethed with anger, tried to explain that what they have learned of Bane is wrong, there are aspects of Bane that are just as rightitious as Corellon or Sune. That they have only ever heard about the horrors, and what god doesn’t have followers capabible of commiting such horrors? They would not listen. But through it all my sister stood silent. When the time came that I was about to explode in anger at these simpletons lost in their own ignorance unable to see reason. My sister nodded and came to me, took my hand, and lead me from the encampment. Never once turning back to answer the startled gasps or questions that flew at our backs. We silently walked away and never looked back.

Since then we have been in Amn, her thieving me helping. I continue to worship Bane as I see him. I have encountered other worshippers but they seem to have the same outlook as my kidnappers did, I have tried a few times to get them to see the errors of thier teachings but this has always been met with scorn and open hostility. At times my sister and I have had to lend a hand at putting these cults down when I’ve learned about some of the evil they committed in Bane’s name. I’ve sworn to search and find those of like mind to me, surely not all of Bane’s followers can be of like mind. There must be others that see his truth as I do. If need be I will grow enough in his power that I will form my own church to Bane, adhiring to his true teachings, but I’m just a warrior in his army I need to find a cleric, someone who fully understands his true teachings, who is fully infused with his power and not just the militeristic aspect of his nature. Until that time I will stay with my sister. We reciently got this caravan job that she thinks would be good to take. Maybe it’s time we leave Amn and see what other wonders the world has in store.


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