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alacar_deathstone
Jun 28, 2004 14:19:10 I have recently joined a Ravenloft game, and made a new character. I thought if I posted him here I could get some feedback and suggestions, if any.

Valas pulled up his chair with a squeak on the wooden floor, and looked across the table. His mother and father, Silvia and Arthur respectively, sat across from him, faces gleaming with smiles. Valas glanced down at his food impatiently, and grabbed his fork. With a quick twist of his head, Arthur glanced toward the window.
“Did you hear that?” He said quietly, excusing himself and walking slowly, with silent footfalls, over to the open window. Silvia watched him go to the window, and frowned.
“Arthur dear, come back to the table and worry about the neighbours later.” A smile creased her lips, and Valas giggled. “Always worrying, always worrying…” Her voice trailed off as she blessed herself and her food. “We thank you, the Morninglord, for bringing this day to us, allowing us to live and enjoy living. Thank you, our lord.”
Valas closed his eyes and voiced the same prayer in his mind, except adding one more tidbit, thanking his god for such a wonderful family and a good life. Valas quickly began devouring his ham and potatoes, enjoying the trickling of the butter down the side of the dish. He grasped his glass of water and drank a sip.
Arthur stood up again, with a strange look on his face. “Silvia,” He said, “Lock the door behind me.” He walked over to the door, opened the closet, and grabbed a strange looking box, probably 3 feet long.
“What are you getting that out for?” Silvia said, now a little afraid.
“I have a bad feeling Silvia. Lock the door.” He opened the door, and in an instant, was gone into the dark night.
“Where did daddy go?” Valas asked as he pushed the potatoes around on his plate.
Silvia took her napkin and tossed it atop her plate. “He’ll be back soon honey, finish your food.” She stood up and brought her dishes to the kitchen, watching out the window.
Valas heard a scream from outside, and looked up. Silvia was at the window, grasping her chest, face twisted in a look of horror.
“Oh my god-“ She said as the front door burst open. Arthur ran in, covered in blood, clothes in tatters.
“Vampires Silvia! Vampires! Take Valas and run!” He turned sharply, only to be grabbed by two sickly white arms. “Morninglord! Give me strength!” He screamed as he plunged his sword deep into the creatures chest. A deep throaty laugh escaped the monster’s lips as it pulled the blade out slowly.
“Foolish mortal,” A strangely captivating voice said, “Do you honestly think your puny blade can scar the flesh of a true vampire?” He laughed again, violently shoving Arthur back into the wall. “May I come in?” He said as he walked into the house. He picked Arthur up, off his feet, with unholy strength.
Suddenly, a vase filled with beautiful flowers flew across the room, smashed into the vampire’s face. “Ahh…what do we have here?” He looked over at Silvia, with a devilish grin on his face. He dropped Arthur, and with lightning speed was in front of Silvia. “What a delicate flower…” His hand slowly rose to her cheek, and caressed it gently. A small red line of blood trailed behind his hand.
“Get away from her!” Arthur bellowed, and the house shook. For a moment, the vampire was afraid, but quickly recovered as Arthur ran towards him. With a blur and a slashing sound, Arthur lay on the floor, blood running freely from his now gaping throat. Arthur’s sword was now in the vampire’s hand.
The vampire leaned forward, and sank his fangs into Silvia’s neck. For a moment she struggled, but went limp after a few seconds. Withdrawing his fangs, the vampire looked up, and saw the small little boy in the corner of the room, staring directly into the eyes of the monster. The vampire laughed, and walked towards the boy with a leisurely gait. “My dear little boy, what is your name?” He asked in a jovial voice. Valas remained silent. “Why, did your parents not teach you manners? My name is Cassiar, and I am pleased to meet you.” He now stood towering over the small boy.
Valas’ face turned quickly from fear to determination as he jumped on the monster, a toy wooden sword in one hand. His arm was a blur as he stabbed the vampire over and over again, opening holes all across the large man’s chest, if he could be called a man. The vampire dropped to the floor, and his head turned toward Valas. “Touche boy, touché…” His eyes closed, and the vampire’s skin began to sag against it’s bones.
With one last look at the decaying vampire, Valas fell backwards as he fell into the welcoming embrace of unconsiousness.

Valas Nikoladze was a young boy with a troubled upbringing. With his parents slain by a vampire when he was but ten years old, he was taken in by the church of the Morninglord in his town. He became a clergyman at the age of sixteen, knowing enough about the world to make his decision. He was taught early the ways of priesthood, and became a cleric at the age of seventeen. His only friend to survive the vampiric attack, Lucien Hune, also became a cleric at the age of seventeen. Staying side by side, Valas and Lucien were alike to brothers by the time they left the church to see the world. But, one fated night, the two comrades were waylaid by wolves while on their way to the next town, and Lucien gave his life to give Valas the time to escape. Valas doesn’t know to this day whether or not Lucien is alive.

Valas is a twisted person, mentally. Torn apart by his devotion to the Morninglord and his wish to slay vampires, the guilt of not saving his parents always haunts him. He dreams almost every night of the night when they died. He is a relatively kind person, who tends to get easily emotional when things become involved with his past. He takes every chance he can get to get some sort of revenge against the race of ungodly people that killed his family, and ruined his life. Valas follows his own whims and ideas, not taking kindly to people trying to control or direct his actions. He strives to be an indivualist, believing the only way to make his parents proud is to rely on his own power and wisdom to overcome problems. He doesn’t readily trust people, but can make long-lasting friendships when he thinks the person is a goodhearted being.

Valas Nikoladze, Cleric of the Morninglord 1
Hit Dice: 1d8+2 (10)
Initiative:+2
Speed:30 Feet (20 with Chainmail Armor)
Armor Class:19 (+2 Dex, +5 Chainmail, +2 Shield)
Base Attack/Grapple: +0/+2
Attack: Shortspear +2 Melee (1d6+2/x2)
Full Attack: Shortspear +2 Melee (1d6+2/x2)
Space/Reach: 5 ft/ 5 ft
Special Attacks: Turn/Rebuke Undead, Spells
Special Qualities: Aura of Good
Saves: Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +5
Abilites: Str 15, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 17, Cha 16
Skills:Concentration +4, Diplomacy +7, Heal +7, Knowledge(History) +3, Spellcraft +5
Feats: Jaded, Dead-Man Walking
Challenge Rating: 1
#2
zombiegleemax
Jun 28, 2004 19:38:08 He'd make a fine Herald of the Dawn someday if he doesn't give in to his inner demons.
#3
alacar_deathstone
Jun 28, 2004 19:49:10 Is this a prestige class? If it is, is there a link to where I get info on it?
#4
quentingeorge
Jun 29, 2004 2:08:21 Ravenloft Gazeteer I.
#5
zombiegleemax
Jun 29, 2004 8:30:19 What Quentin said-- more specifically, the Heralds of Dawn are a small society within the Cult of the Morninglord who specialize in taking out vampires. I don't know what Ravenloft books you own or intend to purchase (the Gazetteers have been cracking good reads so far), but if your DM has Gaz1 maybe you can discuss the possibility with him.

If not, I can just as easily see the Avenger prestige class in this fellow's future, if the idea of going into a prestige class interests you.

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#1 alacar_deathstone Jun 28, 2004 14:19:10	I have recently joined a Ravenloft game, and made a new character. I thought if I posted him here I could get some feedback and suggestions, if any. Valas pulled up his chair with a squeak on the wooden floor, and looked across the table. His mother and father, Silvia and Arthur respectively, sat across from him, faces gleaming with smiles. Valas glanced down at his food impatiently, and grabbed his fork. With a quick twist of his head, Arthur glanced toward the window. “Did you hear that?” He said quietly, excusing himself and walking slowly, with silent footfalls, over to the open window. Silvia watched him go to the window, and frowned. “Arthur dear, come back to the table and worry about the neighbours later.” A smile creased her lips, and Valas giggled. “Always worrying, always worrying…” Her voice trailed off as she blessed herself and her food. “We thank you, the Morninglord, for bringing this day to us, allowing us to live and enjoy living. Thank you, our lord.” Valas closed his eyes and voiced the same prayer in his mind, except adding one more tidbit, thanking his god for such a wonderful family and a good life. Valas quickly began devouring his ham and potatoes, enjoying the trickling of the butter down the side of the dish. He grasped his glass of water and drank a sip. Arthur stood up again, with a strange look on his face. “Silvia,” He said, “Lock the door behind me.” He walked over to the door, opened the closet, and grabbed a strange looking box, probably 3 feet long. “What are you getting that out for?” Silvia said, now a little afraid. “I have a bad feeling Silvia. Lock the door.” He opened the door, and in an instant, was gone into the dark night. “Where did daddy go?” Valas asked as he pushed the potatoes around on his plate. Silvia took her napkin and tossed it atop her plate. “He’ll be back soon honey, finish your food.” She stood up and brought her dishes to the kitchen, watching out the window. Valas heard a scream from outside, and looked up. Silvia was at the window, grasping her chest, face twisted in a look of horror. “Oh my god-“ She said as the front door burst open. Arthur ran in, covered in blood, clothes in tatters. “Vampires Silvia! Vampires! Take Valas and run!” He turned sharply, only to be grabbed by two sickly white arms. “Morninglord! Give me strength!” He screamed as he plunged his sword deep into the creatures chest. A deep throaty laugh escaped the monster’s lips as it pulled the blade out slowly. “Foolish mortal,” A strangely captivating voice said, “Do you honestly think your puny blade can scar the flesh of a true vampire?” He laughed again, violently shoving Arthur back into the wall. “May I come in?” He said as he walked into the house. He picked Arthur up, off his feet, with unholy strength. Suddenly, a vase filled with beautiful flowers flew across the room, smashed into the vampire’s face. “Ahh…what do we have here?” He looked over at Silvia, with a devilish grin on his face. He dropped Arthur, and with lightning speed was in front of Silvia. “What a delicate flower…” His hand slowly rose to her cheek, and caressed it gently. A small red line of blood trailed behind his hand. “Get away from her!” Arthur bellowed, and the house shook. For a moment, the vampire was afraid, but quickly recovered as Arthur ran towards him. With a blur and a slashing sound, Arthur lay on the floor, blood running freely from his now gaping throat. Arthur’s sword was now in the vampire’s hand. The vampire leaned forward, and sank his fangs into Silvia’s neck. For a moment she struggled, but went limp after a few seconds. Withdrawing his fangs, the vampire looked up, and saw the small little boy in the corner of the room, staring directly into the eyes of the monster. The vampire laughed, and walked towards the boy with a leisurely gait. “My dear little boy, what is your name?” He asked in a jovial voice. Valas remained silent. “Why, did your parents not teach you manners? My name is Cassiar, and I am pleased to meet you.” He now stood towering over the small boy. Valas’ face turned quickly from fear to determination as he jumped on the monster, a toy wooden sword in one hand. His arm was a blur as he stabbed the vampire over and over again, opening holes all across the large man’s chest, if he could be called a man. The vampire dropped to the floor, and his head turned toward Valas. “Touche boy, touché…” His eyes closed, and the vampire’s skin began to sag against it’s bones. With one last look at the decaying vampire, Valas fell backwards as he fell into the welcoming embrace of unconsiousness. Valas Nikoladze was a young boy with a troubled upbringing. With his parents slain by a vampire when he was but ten years old, he was taken in by the church of the Morninglord in his town. He became a clergyman at the age of sixteen, knowing enough about the world to make his decision. He was taught early the ways of priesthood, and became a cleric at the age of seventeen. His only friend to survive the vampiric attack, Lucien Hune, also became a cleric at the age of seventeen. Staying side by side, Valas and Lucien were alike to brothers by the time they left the church to see the world. But, one fated night, the two comrades were waylaid by wolves while on their way to the next town, and Lucien gave his life to give Valas the time to escape. Valas doesn’t know to this day whether or not Lucien is alive. Valas is a twisted person, mentally. Torn apart by his devotion to the Morninglord and his wish to slay vampires, the guilt of not saving his parents always haunts him. He dreams almost every night of the night when they died. He is a relatively kind person, who tends to get easily emotional when things become involved with his past. He takes every chance he can get to get some sort of revenge against the race of ungodly people that killed his family, and ruined his life. Valas follows his own whims and ideas, not taking kindly to people trying to control or direct his actions. He strives to be an indivualist, believing the only way to make his parents proud is to rely on his own power and wisdom to overcome problems. He doesn’t readily trust people, but can make long-lasting friendships when he thinks the person is a goodhearted being. Valas Nikoladze, Cleric of the Morninglord 1 Hit Dice: 1d8+2 (10) Initiative:+2 Speed:30 Feet (20 with Chainmail Armor) Armor Class:19 (+2 Dex, +5 Chainmail, +2 Shield) Base Attack/Grapple: +0/+2 Attack: Shortspear +2 Melee (1d6+2/x2) Full Attack: Shortspear +2 Melee (1d6+2/x2) Space/Reach: 5 ft/ 5 ft Special Attacks: Turn/Rebuke Undead, Spells Special Qualities: Aura of Good Saves: Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +5 Abilites: Str 15, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 17, Cha 16 Skills:Concentration +4, Diplomacy +7, Heal +7, Knowledge(History) +3, Spellcraft +5 Feats: Jaded, Dead-Man Walking Challenge Rating: 1
#2 zombiegleemax Jun 28, 2004 19:38:08	He'd make a fine Herald of the Dawn someday if he doesn't give in to his inner demons.
#3 alacar_deathstone Jun 28, 2004 19:49:10	Is this a prestige class? If it is, is there a link to where I get info on it?
#4 quentingeorge Jun 29, 2004 2:08:21	Ravenloft Gazeteer I.
#5 zombiegleemax Jun 29, 2004 8:30:19	What Quentin said-- more specifically, the Heralds of Dawn are a small society within the Cult of the Morninglord who specialize in taking out vampires. I don't know what Ravenloft books you own or intend to purchase (the Gazetteers have been cracking good reads so far), but if your DM has Gaz1 maybe you can discuss the possibility with him. If not, I can just as easily see the Avenger prestige class in this fellow's future, if the idea of going into a prestige class interests you.