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Total Skill Points:
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Feats
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Special abilities
Other Possessions
Item
Weight
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Loc
Total Weight:
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Display Spells & Powers
Spell Saves
Save
DC
LEVEL
Spells
/Day
Bonus
Spells
Cast
/Mem
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Spells/Powers Known
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Level
# Cast
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Level
# Cast
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Beldak was born to an Orc mother and a Human father living a poor life in south eastern Khorvaire. Through all his youth he remembered the fighting, the screaming and the hurt as one or both of his parents would direct their frustration towards him. Only when he could sneak away and be alone in the woodlands for a few hours, and later for days at a time, could he be truly happy. He didn't remember a month going by when he didn't feel ill at ease as he stalked game in the forest, no HIS forest, he thought. Something would cause the scruff on his neck to stand on end and pass without any further warning. Beldak sometimes felt as if the trees themselves were talking to him. One fateful day he walked through the woods, the very spirit of the forest filling his heart and touching his soul on his path home after a bit of trapping kept him away from home for a few days. As he rounded the bend he saw his family's stone and thatched roof cabin standing peacefully enough, but deep down he felt a sense of emptiness he couldn't put into words. Upon walking into the kitchen he found a hastily scrawled note and a small parcel of food and a few silver pieces. Not knowing what to make of the letter, he had never learned his letters or numbers, he assumed what any youth in the same position would assume; that his parents went to town for a bit of shopping. As the days dragged on into the months Beldan rarely found himself at home. He missed his parents yes, but he was far more concerned with the only things that had ever made him happy and brought him comfort. One day he took his cache of pelts and made for the town himself, selling them to a meek and cowardly Tanner who paid just to have the "smelly halforc" out of his store. Looking at the mysterious sign on the road, Beldan felt the inescapable wanderlust calling to him, but knew deep down that his home wouldn't be there if ever he returned. So he hefted the bag of gold he had made for himself and started on the road leading him to the rest of his life. After stopping at a few stores and the pub of course. One night, travelling along a well used rode towards the nearest trading hub, Beldak awoke with a start and found his bedroll damp with sweat. He took stock of his surroundings and felt as if a thousand unseen watchers noted his every move. He looked around himself in alarm and was taken by the instinct to flee. Beldak responded as he normally does in those situations and charged into the nearest patch of brush, spear leading the way. His sight taken from him momentarily, he thrusted and thrashed at unseen enemies as he fought his way through the restraining vines. When his vision cleared he stopped in alarm seeing, as if for the first time the glow of the Siberys Ring in the sky. He felt as if his very soul was awash in the twinkling lights, his spirit baptized in the heatless glow. He made a silent, solemn promise to keep this beautiful world intact as his thoughts meandered to the cryptic stories he had heard around the communal campfires. Tales about dragons and prophecies and the end of the world. "No" he growled. One word signifying his acceptance as he rose determined to answer the Call of Siberys.
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