An odd mix of intellegence, obliviousness and cowardice.


Stanely, level 2
Human, Psion
Discipline Focus: Telepathy Focus
Background: Birth – Blessed (Religion class skill)

Str 8, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 20, Wis 10, Cha 14.

AC: 16 Fort: 12 Reflex: 17 Will: 16
HP: 27 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 6

Diplomacy +8, Arcana +11, Dungeoneering +6, Religion +11, History +11

Acrobatics +1, Bluff +3, Endurance +1, Heal +1, Insight +1, Intimidate +3, Nature +1, Perception +1, Stealth +1, Streetwise +3, Thievery +1, Athletics

Psion: Ritual Caster
Human: Discipline Adept
Level 1: Implement Expertise (Staff)
Level 2: (not chosen yet)

Bonus At-Will Power: Dishearten
Psion at-will 1: Force Punch
Psion at-will 1: Kinetic Trawl
Psion daily 1: Telekinetic Anchor
Psion utility 2: Arcane Mutterings

Adventurer’s Kit, Identification Papers with Portrait, Ritual Book, Spellbook, Travel Papers, Staff Implement, Cloth Armor (Basic Clothing)


Born to one of the many nomadic families of the Clanwealds, Stanely developed many traits in his youth that were deemed worthless by his family and peers. Incessant curiosity, inconvenient questions and socially grating bluntness might be useful to some nobles brat in a big decedent city, but had not place with real folk of the land thank you very much. Pressure from his family might have eventually changed him if not for the internal strife in his clan. Tension between two of the larger families escalated into a bloody and permanent schism of the clan, leaving Stanleys family adrift to fend for itself. His father Uther used his strong sword arm to work as guard for exactly the kind of thin skinned noble his son all but was. To the surprise of few, Stanelys gifts for history and writing impressed him, and he found the simple life as a scribe he always wanted. For the next 12 years of his life, what small muscles he began to build working the land shrunk, and what tanning his skin gained under the hot sun turned to the pale flesh of a book worm. He was happy, safe and bored, just like he always wanted!

Yet, after years of a life of idleness and number and facts, he found a longing in his heart that didn’t make much sense. Perhaps it was the many years he had spent under the stars as a child. Whatever the reason, Stanely felt a longing to walk the lands of the Clanwealds again. He even found his purpose as he poured over maps in the Great Library. The Clanwealds were viewed by most outside of them as pure savage lands, devoid of any historic or cultural merit. While Stanely did not enjoy much of the history of his home, a sense of nationalistic pride filled him. He knew what he would do. An epic book of both adventure and hostory, telling of the many peoples of the Clanwealds.


Dorinea BAloisio