Fehleran Farwalker Human Cleric
Name: Fehleran Farwalker
Race: Human (male)
Level: 2 (1525)
Hit Points: 16
Intelligence: 12 # lang.: 3
Wisdom: 17 Bonus Spells: 2/2/1
Equipment: (54 lbs)
Splint Mail (80 gp)
Quarter Staff (-) THAC0 20 SPD 4 DMG 1d6/1d6 B
Sling (-) THAC0 20 SPD 6 DMG 1d4+1/1d6+1 B (with bullets)
Sling Bullets 10 (1 sp)
Holy Symbol (25 gp)
Backpack (2 gp)
Large Sack (2 sp)
Torch (1 cp)
Waterskin (8 sp)
Holy Water 2 (50 gp)
1 potion of Healing
Paralyzation, Poison, or Death Magic: 10
Rod, Staff, or Wand: 14
Petrification or Polymorph: 13
Breath Weapon: 16
Weapon Proficiencies: Quarterstaff, Sling.
Nonweapon Proficiencies: Ancient Languages, Reading/Writing, Religion.
Physical Description: Dark brown hair, shoulder length in back, roughly pulled back into a pony tail. Dark brown eyes, dark skinned with plain features. Medium height and build (for a human), usually dressed in brown travel robes with the Oerth disk symbol on his chest
Personality: Friendly and likeable most of the time, he sometimes gets a far off look in his eyes, like his mind has left on a trip without him. He is excited by travel, and has plans to visit every corner of Greyhawk before he leaves Oerth.
Brief Background: Fehleran was born to a poor family, and grew up in the docks are of Greyhawk (where his father worked). While most of the family turned to thievery, Fehleran felt the call of the road, and at an early age left home with an inland bound caravan. After 6 years of travelling around the various lands of Oerth with one caravan or another, he set off home, to see the fabulous city of Greyhawk again, and find his family. Unfortunately, most of them are dead, and his brother and younger sister he hasn't managed to locate yet. The call of travel and adventure is still too great, so he has set out to find something to do while he waits on word of his siblings.
Fehleran became a priest of Fahralghn through his travels. He spent two years travelling with an aging priest of Fahrlaghn, and realized if he was travelling anyway, it would be good to have someone with a little power watching over him. He grew to love the teachings of his god, and eventually came to emulate him, carrying a staff, and wearing the brown robes his god wears. A year ago, he was welcomed into the service of his god at a rather simple service at a roadside shrine, and has since served Fahrlaghn and his fellow man as a cleric in Fahrlaghn's service.
Last edited by Dragon_wolf; 11-23-2008 at 06:39 PM.
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