Graven
Male Half-Elf Monk 1
LN Medium Humanoid
Init +2; Senses Low-light Vision, Perception +7
DEFENSE
AC 13, Touch 12, Flat-footed 10
HP 5
Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +3; +2 vs. enchantment spells and effects
Immune magical sleep effects
OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft.
Melee Nunchaku (1d6), Dagger (1d6), Unarmed Strike (1d6)
Ranged Dagger (1d6), Shuriken (1d2)
Special Attacks Flurry of Blows, Stunning Fist, Unarmed Strike
STATISTICS
Str 11, Dex 15, Con 11, Int 15, Wis 12, Cha 10
Base Atk +0 (-1/-1); CMB 2; CMD 2
Feats Agile Maneuvers, Combat Reflexes
Skills Acrobatics +6, Intimidate +4, Knowledge (Religion) +6, Perception +7, Profession (Shepherd) +5, Sense Motive +5
Languages Common, Elven, Goblin, Dwarven
Gear 2 pair nunchaku, 3 daggers, 40 shuriken, Monk’s Outfit, Backpack, 10 gp
HISTORY
Graven Udenthar was found on the doorstep of the Order of the Frosted Willow when he was a newborn. The monks at the monastery recognized the all-too-human traits left on the babe and knew immediately why he was left in their care. He was abandoned by the embarrassed parents of an unfortunate union between two races.
The Elder Monks and Druids of the Order deliberated and came to the only conclusion that would appeal to the foundations that was laid out by Saint Alithyra who created the order with her husband Saint Riclamin. Graven’s younger years were composed of training and dedication to the Order of the Frosted Willow.
As his training progressed, Graven showed competence in his dexterity and was soon bounding across the mountain along with the herds of sheep maintained by the monks and druids. He learned of trade and commerce as the Order manufactured the wool for the nearby elven city of Aeroch Nor. It was then that Graven saw the darker side of the Sylvan race. The attack came too suddenly.
Graven and his master jumped from the overstuffed wagon as the wall of fire appeared in front of the overstuffed wagon of dyed wool. The horses reared up as Graven’s master tried to calm the beasts. Graven watched the darkness and saw the bandits from the seat of the wagon. They wanted the wool for themselves.
He and his master fought bravely against the bandits to no avail. When the full blood elves found that there was a ‘half-human’ in their midst, a malevolent streak rose from them like an ugly shadow across the rocky slopes. Their frowns turned as dark as the night as their wicked smiles spread across their faces. When Graven finally woke from the beating he had taken, the smell of burned wool choked the small glen.
Graven woke alone, finding his master dead.
As he made his way back to the safety of the cloistered walls of the Order of the Willow, the Elders looked upon Graven with sad faces and understanding. Graven’s skin and bones healed, but the scars given to him by the elves from Aeroch Nor still bled and reflected in Graven’s in the tenacity and ferocity of his training.
No longer was Graven pulling his punches and understanding the balance of good and evil, of life and death. Graven was turning more and more into the hardness of the mountain instead of the smooth flow of the river. It was then that Graven was told it was time for him to leave the monastery.
“One cannot fill a cup that was already full.” They told him with faces that reflected their sadness and disappointment. He had no choice but to leave the home he had known for four decades and go out into the world. His small light would have to shine in the darkness and hope to grow.
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