Araveth Silvershard
A Half-elven ofMonk of
the Order of the 3 Rings
Araveth SilvershardA Half-elven ofMonk of the Order of the 3 Rings |
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| Name | Araveth Silvershard | ||||||||
| Gender | Female | Hide in Shadows Adjust | |||||||
| Race | Half-Elf | 5% | |||||||
| Class | MNK | Age in Years | Height in Inches | Weight in Pounds | |||||
| Level | 2 | 25 | 65 | 101 | |||||
| Experience | 3457 | ||||||||
| x.p. to next level | 1294 | ||||||||
| To Hit Bonus | Damage Bonus | Weight Allowance | Open Doors | Bend bars / Lift Gates | |||||
| Strength | 16 | 0 | 1 | 70 | 3 | 10% | |||
| Add. Languages | Chance to Know Spell | Minimum Spells/Level | Maximum Spells/Level | ||||||
| Intelligence | 10 | 2 | 45% | 5 | 7 | ||||
| Magic Attack Adjust | Spell Bonus | Chance of Spell Failure | |||||||
| Wisdom | 17 | 3 | 2 x 1st, 2 x 2nd, 1 x 3rd | 0% | |||||
| Defense Adjustment | Surprise/ Attack Adjust | Open Locks Adjust | Find/ Remove Traps Adjust | Move Silently Adjust | Hide in Shadows Adjust | ||||
| Dexterity | 17 | 3 | 2 | 10% | 0% | 5% | 5% | ||
| Hit Point Adjustment | System Shock Survival | Resurrection Survival | |||||||
| Constitution | 12 | 0 | 80% | 85% | |||||
| Max Henchmen | Loyalty Base | Reaction Adjustment | |||||||
| Charisma | 9 | 4 | 0% | 0% | |||||
| Movement Rate | 16" | Armor Adjustments | Open Locks Adjust | Find/ Remove Traps Adjust | Move Silently Adjust | Hide in Shadows Adjust | Hear Noise Adjust | Climb Walls Adjust | |
| Armor | No Armor | 0% | 0% | 10% | 5% | 0% | 10% | ||
| Armor Class Type | 10 | ||||||||
| Armor Class | 14 | Physical Hit Point Threshold | Total Weight Carried: | 5 lbs | |||||
| Hit Points | 15 | 15 | Encumbrance: | Unencumbered | |||||
| Level Bonus to Hit | 0 | ||||||||
| Open Hand Attacks / round | 1 | ||||||||
| Open Hand Damage | d4 | ||||||||
| Total Bonus To Hit Melee | 0 | ||||||||
| Bonus Damage for Strength | 1 | ||||||||
| Monk Bonus Weapon Damage | 1 | ||||||||
| Total Weapon Bonus Damage Melee | 2 | ||||||||
| Bonus To Hit Missile | 2 | ||||||||
| Weapon Proficiencies | Katana | Dam: d8 + 2 / d8 + 3 | |||||||
Alignment | Lawful Neutral | ||||||||
| Deity Worshipped | Angharradh | ||||||||
Saving Throws | Languages Known: | ||||||||
| Poison | 8 | Common | |||||||
| Paralyzation or Death | 10 | Elven | |||||||
| Petrification or Polymorph | 13 | Gnome | |||||||
| Rod, Staff or Wand | 14 | Halfling | |||||||
| Breath Weapon | 16 | Goblin | |||||||
| Spell | 15 | Orcish | |||||||
| (To Be Learned) | |||||||||
| Saving Throw Bonus for Will-based attacks | +3 | (To Be Learned) | |||||||
Non-weapon Proficiencies | Relevant Ability | Check Modifier | Successful if d20 ≤ | ||||||
| Healing | Wisdom | 2 | 19 | ||||||
| Herbalism | Intelligence | -2 | 8 | ||||||
| Endurance | Constitution | 0 | 12 | ||||||
| Religion | Wisdom | 0 | 17 | ||||||
Monk Abilities: | |||||||||
| Stun Opponent on open hand hit that is 5 greater than needed. | |||||||||
| Kill Stunned Opponent if % roll is less than ( | 15 | minus the AC of Opponent) | |||||||
| Save vs. Petrification to avoid non-magical missile hits | |||||||||
| Successful saving throws negate ALL damage, even from area of effect attacks like fireball. | |||||||||
| Chance of Being Surprised | 32% | ||||||||
| Safe Falling Distance / Distance from Wall | '10' / 1' | Thief Like Abilities: |
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| Additional Languages | 0 | Open Locks | Find/ Remove Traps | Move Silently | Hide in Shadows | Hear Noise | Climb Walls | ||
| Mask Mind from ESP chance of success: | 34% | 39% | 35% | 46% | 35% | 13% | 96% | ||
| Saving Throw Bonus vs. Haste or Slow spells | +4 | ||||||||
| Resistance to any type of disease | 40% | ||||||||
| Turns of self-induced catalepsy | 0 | ||||||||
| Heal self once per day | 0hp | ||||||||
| Resistance to charm spells | 30% | This includes powers such as beguiling, charm, domination, hold, hypnosis, magic jar possession, sleep, suggestion, and the psionic mind blast. | |||||||
| Saving Throw Bonus vs. Poison | +2 | (Included in table above) | |||||||
| Saving Throw Bonus vs. Geas and Quest Spells | +2 | ||||||||
| "Quivering Palm" Attack | Not Yet! | ||||||||
Treasure: | 1046.230 | in g.p. equivalent value | |||||||
Magic Items: |
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Potions | Quantity | ||||||||
| Healing (d4+6hp) | 1 | ||||||||
Other Items |
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| Bedroll | 1 | ||||||||
| Backpack | 1 | ||||||||
| Iron Rations | 3 | ||||||||
| Healing Kit | 1 | ||||||||
| Last Modified: | 4-Feb-2025 | ||||||||
HISTORY
The air was heavy with the stench of despair. The slave camp was a blot on the landscape, hidden deep within the tangled woods far from Llanfyllin’s gentle groves. Koash moved with quiet precision, his longsword gleaming faintly in the moonlight. His heart pounded not with fear, but with purpose. The vision from Angharradh had led him here, to this place of suffering, and he would see her will done.
He had heard the whispers of this camp during his travels—a place where lives were stolen, where freedom was a distant dream. The thought of such cruelty churned his stomach, and the goddess’s guidance only strengthened his resolve. He crept past the guards, his steps silent as the breeze, until he reached the heart of the camp.
There, huddled in the shadows of a crude wooden cage, he saw her.
Araveth Silvershard was barely recognizable as the proud warrior she would become. Her orangish red hair was matted with dirt, her body bruised and thin from weeks of captivity. Yet her golden eyes still burned with defiance, a spark of life that refused to be extinguished. She watched Koash approach, her gaze wary, her fists clenched despite her chains.
"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice hoarse but sharp.
"Someone who believes you deserve better than this," Koash replied softly. He knelt by the cage, his holy symbol of Angharradh catching the moonlight. "I’m here to help."
Araveth blinked, suspicion warring with hope in her eyes. "Why? You don’t even know me."
Koash didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. Instead, he raised his hand, and a soft glow emanated from his palm. The divine light washed over her, soothing her wounds, mending what little he could in the moment. "Because no one deserves to be left in darkness," he said simply.
The rescue was swift but chaotic. Koash’s magic and swordsmanship cut through the guards like a storm, his movements graceful yet unrelenting. Araveth, despite her weakened state, fought alongside him. She used her chains as a weapon, her strikes precise and fueled by desperation. Together, they brought the camp to its knees, freeing the other captives and leaving the slavers in ruins.
When the last chain was broken, and the captives began to scatter into the woods, Araveth lingered. She stood beside Koash, her body trembling from exhaustion, but her eyes never leaving his.
"Why did you save me?" she asked again, her voice softer this time.
Koash turned to her, his expression calm but unreadable. "Because it was the right thing to do."
Araveth stared at him, searching for something in his face. She had seen many men in her life—cruel men, selfish men, men who only acted for their own gain. But Koash was different. There was no arrogance in his words, no expectation of gratitude. He had risked his life for strangers, for her, simply because he believed it was right.
And in that moment, Araveth’s heart was lost.
The days that followed were a blur. Koash stayed with Araveth as she recovered, guiding her back to health with his healing magic and gentle care. They traveled together, each step taking them farther from the horrors of the slave camp and closer to Llanfyllin’s tranquil borders.
Araveth found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just his strength or his skill—it was his unwavering kindness, his quiet resolve. He spoke little of himself, but when he did, his words carried a weight that captivated her. She learned of his childhood in Llanfyllin, his training, his loss. And though he rarely spoke of his pain, she saw it in his eyes, in the way he carried himself with a quiet dignity that masked the scars of his past.
For Koash, Araveth was a reminder of why he had chosen this path. Her resilience, her fire, her determination to rise above her suffering—it inspired him. He admired her strength, even as he worried for her. He saw the way she looked at him, the way her eyes lingered on his face when she thought he wasn’t watching. And though he felt a warmth in her presence, a fondness that grew with each passing day, he kept his feelings guarded.
One evening, as they camped beneath the stars, Araveth finally spoke the words that had been building in her heart.
"You’ve given me my life back," she said, her voice trembling. She sat beside him, her silver hair catching the firelight. "I don’t know how to thank you for that."
"You don’t need to," Koash replied, staring into the flames. "Your life is your own. I just gave you the chance to reclaim it."
Araveth shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You don’t understand. It’s not just my life you saved. It’s… everything. You’ve shown me that there’s still good in this world, that there’s still something worth fighting for." She hesitated, her cheeks flushing. "You’ve shown me that I’m worth fighting for."
Koash turned to her, his expression softening. "You’ve always been worth it, Araveth. You just needed someone to remind you."
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she thought she saw something in his eyes—a flicker of emotion, of something deeper. But then he looked away, his face unreadable once more.
"Get some rest," he said quietly. "We have a long journey ahead."
As the weeks turned to months, their bond only grew stronger. Araveth’s feelings for Koash deepened into a love that consumed her, a love she wore openly despite his quiet reserve. She knew he cared for her—he showed it in his actions, in the way he protected her, the way he listened to her—but he never said the words she longed to hear.
Koash, for his part, felt the same. He admired her, respected her, cared for her in ways he couldn’t put into words. But he held back, afraid that giving voice to his feelings would distract him from his purpose, from the path Angharradh had set before him. He didn’t deserve love, not yet—not until he had fulfilled the goddess’s will.
And so, their love remained unspoken, a quiet flame that burned between them. Araveth wore her heart on her sleeve, while Koash carried him in silence. Yet despite the words they never said, their bond was unbreakable—a light that guided them through the darkness, a reminder that even in the harshest of worlds, love could still bloom.
Their story was one of contrasts: Araveth’s fiery passion against Koash’s quiet strength, her openness against his restraint. But together, they were whole, two souls bound by fate and forged in the fires of hardship. And though Koash never said the words, Araveth knew—deep down, in the depths of her heart—that he loved her too.