Elven; Common; Draconic

Species Enemy: Hill Giants

Animal Empathy: -4 to save vs. Rods

Hide In Shadows: 92%

Move Silently: 99%

Spell Ability: Casts at 3rd Level

Benefits

Trick Shot Bonus: +3 (+1/4 levels)

Rapid Fire: RoF: 5/2 including movement; RoF: 3/1 if standing still

Hindrances

Penalty With Other Weapons: -1 penalty to hit when using any weapon besides a bow; does not gain any strength or proficiency bonuses

Spheres of Influence

Major: Animal; Plant

Minor: Weather

I was born in a small town just outside the Golden City. I worked with my father as a bowyer fletcher at the family shop until I was 112. At this time I joined the militia and honed my skills as an archer. I was one of the best archers in the province and was assigned into the elite Ranger Corps of the Golden City. When the Horde attacked we were called into action and helped defend the city. The battle raged for days sometimes we would gain the upper hand then times we would lose it back. Eventually the strength of the Horde barbarians with their help over came our defences. My squad of five Rangers were in the Catacombs on the final defence of the Cup of Zinghe. When the Barbarians finally overpowered us and took the cup they collapsed the catacombs and we were left for dead under the rubble. I was trapped for about a week before finally breaking through to the surface again, but the fate of my comrades was unknown.

Once free, I escaped into the woods not knowing what happened to my home or my family until I crossed paths with Allain Kevanarial, one of my rangers and childhood friend. He told me he has not run across anyone else from the group and that our village was destroyed by the hill giants that were helping the horde and that all our friends and family were killed or captured except for a few who made a break during one of the nights' encampments. My brother, two sisters, mother and father were all killed. So he and I decided to hire ourselves out to travellers to protect them and also get some revenge on the ones who ruined our lives.

One day we were approached by a small band and asked to escort them through a tough and ominous area of the Black Forest, a mission that my friend would not return from. When the job was finished, they asked me to meet someone named Pasha Lasedoni. I agreed and they brought me to him and he asked if I would like to join the Guild. I was shocked due to the fact that they were surrounded in secrecy but I gladly accepted the offer. My first major mission was to locate and secure a Talisman that controlled weather and destroy a saboteur that infiltrated the first group sent on this mission. During this mission a love interest started to develop between myself and Araline Windpath. We accomplished the first part of the mission and followed the holder of the Talisman to the Borren Empire when our group was reassigned to different areas of the war. I was reassigned to the Golden City and that is where I met up again with Tiger Deuce and the King. After helping with reconstruction of the outer wall of the city, I was directly requested from the King to help the Undead Slayers rid his Queens lands of the foul creatures. This was all falling into place due to the pull of the Guild, because I was commissioned to acquire The Final Sacrifice and return it to Pasha, but not to hurt the others unnecessarily.

Quiv has coppery skin decorated with painted swirling designs in shades of green and brown. His auburn hair falls about shoulder length, which he usually wears braided and woven with reeds and feathers. Due to his hair colour he received the nickname "FoxFire" while in the Militia. He is a handsome elf with large bright green eyes, chiselled features and a ready smile. His body is lean, strong and his movements are quiet and precise, like a large cat on the prowl. On his left forearm is a distinct tattoo of a bow in an emblazoned oak leak…for those who know a little about the Golden City, will recognize it as the marking of the elite ranger corps He follows the beliefs of the Goddess Mikkela and his allegiance is with the Guild. His prowess in battle is with a bow but he can hold his own hand to hand if need be.

Subdual healing with spells: 4/hr

Baron Hengist Denzel wrote in Common
Everyone is seated where they were before (Baron at high bench, Dunstan and Theophrastus nearest, etc.), with the sole exception of Ivhon Stone, who now sat at the witness' bench.

As soon as Quivaelan was secured in the cage, the Baron spoke, staring directly at the elf. "Quivaelan Sothe," he began, "you have been found guilty in the charges of assaulting an officer of the Barony in the commission of his duties, threatening an officer of the Barony in the commission of his duties, resisting arrest and disturbing the peace of Kuller township. You are sentenced to a total of four hundred eighty lashes, to be administered in sixty-lash increments, and four years of military indenture to be served along the Dimzee."

The Baron paused for a long moment, before leaning forward once more. He looked around the courtroom, seeing the anxious faces in the gallery listening intently to his every word. He stared at Stone, then Quivaelan, then a spot on the far wall opposite the bench. He voice softened. "You may think this sentence harsh. Perhaps it is. But if Ivhon Stone had been killed, or even had Mr. Stone filed a charge of attempted murder instead of assault, the prisoner would have been charged with a crime requiring a Court of High Justice--whose outcome requires either release or death. The act of attacking an officer of the Crown constitutes an attack upon the Barony and the Baron himself. An attack against the Barony and the Baron constitutes an attack against the Kingdom and the King. Any attack against the King equates to treason in citizens--or an act of war by non-citizens. As an off-worlder, Sothe would have been considered an instrument of war, whose only possible penalty would be execution. Indeed, the lash and servitude are a light sentence for such a likely event."

Hengist glanced at Tazor, Dunstan, and Theophrastus once more. "Upon implementation of sentence, I consider this matter resolved. Have this prisoner returned to his cell."

A convict can make weapons as long as he has prior Court approval and provided his work is supervised by his bondsman or a sanctioned proxy

Sergeant Ivhon Stone wrote in Common
"It might well be vital…" Stone said slowly, then nodded having come to a decision. "You have the ability to cause blindness. Once you exercise your ability your target--or victim--will only be able to see a faint greyness before his eyes even in blazing sunlight. No cleric can cure such blindness, no mage can dispel it. You--the psion--can reverse the procedure. Other than that, only a team of the most skilled psychometabolic and psychokinetic specialists can hope to restore the victim's sight."

Stone eyed Quiv sternly, seriously, determined to make the elf hear him, "It is much easier to learn how to use this ability than it is to learn how to reverse it. If you use this ability impulsively or carelessly and without unassailable cause--even if you believe you are justified, as you did when you shot me--you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Even if you succeed in reversing the blindness you will be punished. If you are found guilty of negligent and inappropriate use, and you can't reverse it, you will loose your own sight."

Oddly enough, the end of Haven found Quivaelin Sothe (right where your 9th plague adventure ended) sitting in a large oak tree, waiting for the rest of his group to catch up. He had just settled in to "rest his eyes for a moment" when a violent tremor shook the ground, and nearly threw him from his lofty perch. Clinging desperately to the swaying branches, Quivaelin's gaze was drawn to the north by a series of streaking lights, moving north at the speed of sound. Far beyond the distant horizon, the sky grew bright with an unearthly light, as the ground grew quiet once more. Minutes passed as Quivaelin gazed in wonder at the lights of the final conflict, then the ground began to shake once more, and the agile elf was forced to cling tightly to the main trunk as first a brilliant light, and then fierce winds came from that distant light. The light grew red, then turned to a cloud of darkening dust sweeping southward as the very ground began to crumble to dust, and was swept over him by the intense rushing of the northern wind.

Alas, even the mighty oak cannot stand when the ground beneath its roots turns to dust, and Quivaelin found himself quickly borne aloft, even as he clung tighter to the solid mass of the tree. Soon, the darkness was complete. Strange energies coursed through his body as the maelstrom buffeted him relentlessly, trying to drag him from the tree's protective branches… buckles shattered…straps broke… and some items were simply crushed by the unnatural forces around him. The tree itself seemed to protect him from the worst of the buffeting, and he heard loud snaps and crashes as objects struck its mass and bounded away, often carrying parts of the tree with them.

In the swirling darkness, he sensed, more than he saw, others… other travellers, being swept along much as himself. After what seemed an eternity, his awareness of the others faded, one by one, until he was alone in the spinning black. Slowly, the spinning stopped. Quivaelin's knees buckled as his weight suddenly asserted itself, and he realized that he was on solid ground once more. A brilliant flash of blue-white light dazzled his eyes, and all at once he felt the sweet sensation of falling rain on his exposed skin. The wind tugged at his tattered garments as his eyes adjusted to the lesser darkness that was his new world, and the next flash of lightning revealed a stormy night sky over grass covered hills… Atop a small rise he spotted a desolate looking barn next to a burned out farmhouse. If nothing else, the barn should offer shelter…

A male, slightly above five feet and of slim build, wearily stands there wet and shivering with puddles beginning to form around his feet. Which you notice aren't housed in boots but are bare with grass and mud covering them. He is wearing a weathered and very water logged leather jerkin with leggings. Both are dyed in mottled greens with very disperse patches of black and brown, giving you the impression that he would vanish in the foliage. The jerkin is missing some buckles and the leggings have some very minor tears and mud on them, but overall, both appear to be in good shape. Over his left shoulder a quiver holding two red fletched arrows is visible and another on his right hip with four more of the same arrows. An elven longbow, clutched in his right hand, is slightly nicked and scraped but looks to be functional. The exceptional craftsmanship is still evident, even through the damage.

Soaking wet hair hangs dripping in a snarled knotted mess halfway down his back and clings to his face, hiding most of it. Its colour is hard to discern, it is either silvery grey and soaked through with blood or deep auburn with silvery grey highlights. The answer soon follows when he brushes it back off his face with his left hand showing a handsome elven face that is pale, dirty and without a trace of blood. The rain has streaked the dust and grime covering the exposed skin on his arms and face. The effects have not only softened those characteristically sharp elven features and highlighted the subtle lines tugging at the corners of his large green eyes and thin lips but has also made a tattoo on his left forearm barely noticeable. The tattoo is an elven bow encompassed by an emblazoned oak leaf. This is the marking of the Golden City's Elite Ranger Corps, which rumours say were all killed in defending the city when the Horde attacked.

His lips, bluish in colour, curl upwards into a warm welcoming smile. The smile gives the sense of happiness and brightens his face but the dull glazed stare of his eyes tell another story. One of bewilderment, sorrow, loss, loneliness, confusion, emptiness.

What is your full name?

Where and when were you born?

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the people.

What is your occupation?

To which social class do you belong?

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Are you right- or left-handed?

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

What do you have in your pockets?

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

How would you describe your childhood in general?

What is your earliest memory?

How much schooling have you had?

Did you enjoy school?

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

As a child, what were your favourite activities?

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

When and with whom was your first kiss?

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

If you are a supernatural being, tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Who has had the most influence on you?

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

What is your greatest regret?

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

When was the time you were the most frightened?

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

What is your best memory?

What is your worst memory?

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

What is your greatest fear?

What are your religious views?

What is your political ideology?

What are your views on sex?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

What do you believe makes a successful life?

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e., do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Who or what, if anything, would you die (or otherwise go to extremes) for?

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

What do you look for in a potential lover?

How close are you to your family?

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

Do you care what others think of you?

What is/are your favourite hobbies and pastimes?

What is your most treasured possession?

What is your favourite colour?

What is your favourite food?

What, if anything, do you like to read?

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, social events, theatre, art, etc.)?

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

How do you spend a typical night without work the following day?

What makes you laugh?

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

How do you deal with stress?

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

What are your pet peeves?

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

What is your greatest strength as a person?

What is your greatest weakness?

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

Are you generally organized or messy?

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Do you like yourself?

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

What three words best describe your personality?

What three words would others probably use to describe you?