Arazan Silverleaf

Warlock 14 level


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Arazan Silverleaf, level 16
Half-Elf, Warlock, Hexer
Eldritch Blast: Eldritch Blast Charisma
Eldritch Pact: Fey Pact
Arcane Admixture Damage Type: Arcane Admixture Cold
Arcane Admixture Power: Eldritch Blast
Background: Basilisk’s Gaze (Perception class skill)

Str 9, Con 13, Dex 14, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 24.

Str 8, Con 10, Dex 13, Int 12, Wis 11, Cha 18.

AC: 26 Fort: 22 Reflex: 26 Will: 29
HP: 100 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 25

Insight +16, Arcana +16, Perception +17, Streetwise +20, Diplomacy +22

Acrobatics +12, Bluff +15, Dungeoneering +9, Endurance +9, Heal +9, History +11, Intimidate +15, Nature +9, Religion +11, Stealth +10, Thievery +10, Athletics +9

Level 1: Bardic Dilettante
Level 2: Combat Virtuoso
Level 4: Dual Implement Spellcaster
Level 6: Wintertouched
Level 8: Implement Expertise (Rod)
Level 10: Improved Misty Step
Level 11: Versatile Master
Level 12: Lasting Frost
Level 14: Arcane Admixture
Feat User Choice: Arcane Initiate
Level 16: Killing Curse

Arcane Initiate: Ray of Frost
Corellon’s Boon of Arcane Might (level 8): Acid Orb
Dilettante: Scorching Burst
Eldritch Blast: Eldritch Blast
Warlock encounter 1: Witchfire
Warlock daily 1: Curse of the Dark Dream
Warlock utility 2: Beguiling Tongue
Warlock encounter 3: Eldritch Rain
Warlock daily 5: Curse of the Bloody Fangs
Warlock utility 6: Dark One’s Own Luck
Warlock encounter 7: Lash of the Long Night
Warlock daily 9: Curse of the Black Frost
Warlock utility 10: Warlock’s Leap
Warlock encounter 13: Cursegrind (replaces Witchfire)
Warlock daily 15: Visage of Zhudun (replaces Curse of the Dark Dream)
Warlock utility 16: Vile Resonance

Battle Harness Drowmesh +3, Master’s Wand of Scorching Burst +3, Vicious Rod +3, Ornament of Alertness +3, Corellon’s Boon of Arcane Might (level 8), Eagle Eye Goggles (paragon tier), Bracers of the Perfect Shot (paragon tier), Gloves of Eldritch Admixture (heroic tier), Boots of Striding and Springing (paragon tier), Dynamic Belt (heroic tier), Climber’s Kit, Adventurer’s Kit, Disguise Kit, Thieves’ Tools, Quickcurse Rod +1, Magic Wand +4


My life has been dominated by the need to find my mother and make sense out of my life and upbringing. While human and elves frequently have offspring rarely does the elfin world abandon a half-elf child to be raised exclusively by humans especially if the elfin parent was absent. Understanding Elfin tradition is too important to be left up to a human. My father, Akron, was a humble blacksmith, nothing exotic, just your everyday “footwear for horses” kind of guy. He had no sense of adventure or anything else that a child might aspire to emulate, he just did honest work. Dad never talk about Mom, actually he would not talk much about anything. Dad was all about rule and duty, responsibility and responsible he was. Dad was always there, no matter what but there was almost no spark. My mother left a hole in him, a deep void that nothing seemed to fill. At the mention of my mother, first you could see a spark of life emanating from his eye which quickly raced through his whole body. It was just an instant but it was unmistakably there. The spark was quickly replaced by a blank stare and a single tear which swells in my father’s left eye. There are no words, no explanations just the blank stare and the silence. I love my father and while he was the most honest and righteous person I have even known, my life was so empty. There was such a vast void in my soul that unless I find my mother or her people I will never know who I really am or why I am in this world.

Iyanna, my sister, remembers something about our mother. She has memories, she will not share. Three years older than I, she has always had a sense of purpose. Filled with arcanic energy she has embraced warlock training. My father’s opinion has no impact on her decisions about anything how much more about her studies. She is sleek, she is poised, she is brutal, she is ruthless and most of all she is confident. “Poor Lost Soul”, that is what she calls me, “He who cries at the darkness”. Studies and training was all she thought about waiting to answer the call when it came. When war broke out she was prepared. As she ventured out to conquer her demons, she left me at home to tend to our father. (Did my mother hear such a calling?) As she left, I could see that tear in my father’s left eye.

“As for me and my house, we will shoe the horses”, that must have been racing through my fathers heart. That is what we Silverleaf men were, blacksmiths, shoe salesman for horses. What a life I had ahead of me. Sixteen and skilled in the art of horseshoes. I was not happy, I was not sad. I had no hopes, I had no dreams. I planned on shoeing horses till the day I died.

Day of Mourning, where was I the Day of Mourning? What a question, “where was I”, in the blacksmith shop, where else. Shoeing horses while the whole fabric of time a space was being ripped apart. Destruction everywhere and I am putting on buggy bumpers. Devastation was everywhere. Sights were horrifying, sounds were electrifying, thoughts were petrifying, the world was upside down and nothing made any sense. How it happened, I do not know. All I can remember was that I was kneeling with my dead father lying in my arms. I do not know how he got there. I do not know what happened but he was in my arms. As I looked at my dead father’s body laying in my arms, all I could think was , “Is this what life has to offer shoeing horses and death”. At that moment I knew what I had to do. I removed the heads from my fathers tools and headed out into the world.

I could sense the flow of a raw energy surge within me. It tingled, it hurt, it inspired, it devastated, it strengthened, it weakened. It was raw and undiciplined but it was power. As a child I had come to pass this feeling off as indigestion but I for the first time I knew that it was real and it was powerful. What it was or how to use it I did not know but it was amazing and powerful.

I had no idea what was happening to me but “a warlock, what in the world is a warlock” I asked myself. “Iyanna is one. I bet mom was a powerful one. Maybe I too am a warlock. Yes, I am a mighty warlock, whatever in the world a warlock was”. I had no home, no schooling, no training, I would have to let the streets become my teachers. In the back alleys, in secret caves, spying through windows, that is how I developed my skills and learned to harness my power. Soon I realized that it was arcanic energy that raced inside of me bursting to be released. For a time I tried to embrace the way of the hunter but that was not me. The shafts of my father’s tools became the implements of my power. They were natural conduits. It was as if they were designed for me to focus and enhanse my arcanic energy. Dad was a blacksmith, yet his tools were arcanic implements.

“What am I missing?” My thought are becoming single minded. What are my maternal roots and how can I find them?. My mother is the key to my power and the sourse of my energy. There is a sacred link between my parents, a mystery I must solve. I will never have peace, I will never have a place in this world until I unravel the mysteries of my past. While I will never be my sister’s equal or have her strength, family, friends, loyalty are all I know. A cold distant resolve comes over me. Cold as ice, emotionless, I am resolved but like my father, I am poor, meek, humble, honest, and devoted till the end; I am the blacksmith’s son.

Flaw: Silverleaf has incredibly low self-esteem and an overriding fear of being hurt. He does not fear loss of life, he fears pain. He will avoid hand-to-hand combat at almost all cost. Not lurking in the shadows looking for a position of advantage rather having such an aversion to pain that he often seems cowardly thus losing the respect of his comrades.

Despite his aversion to pain and his cowardly acts, deep within Silverleaf has the heart and soul of a lion. When a comrade is fallen or Silverleaf word is at stake, he becomes a relentless force of righteousness. Fallen comrades know that Silverleaf will not leave them on the battlefield, “No one left behind”. Silverleaf becomes transformed. The same Fey World tactics that he uses to avoid combat become his means of valiance. Bouncing and teleporting through enemy lines Silverleaf will reach you. Throughout the previous campaign, just as the party had reached its limits with Silverleaf’s cowardice, there he was by there side with enemies all around them. He was the parties salvation on numerous occasions. Interestingly, his raw attack power made him the most potent adversary in the party but his basic character flaw lets his power go unnoticed.

Arazan Silverleaf

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