Riana

Vibrant blue eyes, mossy green hair ... wilderness priestess extraordinaire

Description:

====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&DI Character Builder ====== Riana, level 4 Elf, Cleric Build: Devoted Cleric

FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 12, Con 11, Dex 17, Int 8, Wis 19, Cha 14.

Starting Ability Scores Str 12, Con 11, Dex 14, Int 8, Wis 16, Cha 14.

AC: 19 Fort: 14 Reflex: 16 Will: 19 HP: 38 Surges: 7 Surge Value: 9

TRAINED SKILLS Religion, Nature, Insight, Heal.

FEATS 1: Ritual Caster 1: Melora’s Tide 2: Elven Precision 4: Point Blank Shot

POWERS 1, At-Will: Lance of Faith 1, At-Will: Sacred Flame 1, Encounter: Healing Strike 1, Daily: Beacon of Hope 2, Utility: Cure Light Wounds 3, Encounter: Daunting Light

ITEMS Ritual Book, Exalted Chainmail +1, Longbow, Quarterstaff, Adventurer’s Kit, Holy Symbol, Climber’s Kit, Arrows (30), Flint and Steel, Sling, Dagger, Amulet of Health +1, Medic’s Longbow +1, Instant Campsite (heroic tier)

RITUALS Gentle Repose, Animal Messenger ====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&DI Character Builder ======

Bio:

What you guys would know about her background …

It was odd to realize that one’s life could take direction at the young age of 3, but Riana’s did just that. She didn’t have much memory of the event – just a bit of warmth and fur, with amber eyes gazing at her and a cold black nose nudging her. And her mother’s hysterics. She didn’t think she could ever forget her mother’s hysterics.

But it was a tale that was told her frequently while growing up, until it was almost as if she had been there.

She got lost, and upon realizing she was missing, her mother called her father back from his hunting. Her father formed up a group of people to search for her … but a priest of Melora came to see her before they split up. He laid a calming hand on her mother’s shoulder, then gave her father an odd smile and told him that he knew where the child was.

He allowed her parents to come with him, but at a spot in the woods told them they had to stay there to watch. He warned them to stay calm …

With that, he walked slowly towards a spot that looked like only rock to them… there, among the rocks, was a tangle of wolf cubs. They were all curled up together, heaped up in a puppy pile, and their gray coats blended in well with the rock unless one watched for the small, squirming movements.

In that pile of wolf cubs lay Riana, safe and sound.

It was that day that the priest announced that she was a chosen of Melora.

She was taken back home … and after that, she spent a lot of time around the priests. They taught her about Melora and about the forest around her. She grew up exploring the forest around. At first it was with others, and she was taught which herbs would hurt or heal, how to pick herbs so they could still flourish. She was taught to hunt with her bow, as the elves knew that their part in the cycle of the forest was that of predators. Taking the lives of animals was never her favorite thing, but she understood the necessity of it and continued to do it.

She had a feeling she viewed things a bit differently then the other priests, though. They spoke of Melora as if she was a lady, perhaps the queen of the forest. She always had the feeling that Melora WAS the forest … that when the wind blew, it was Melora’s breath. The birds singing, wolves howling, crickets chirping were parts of Melora’s voice. There was a presence that she felt in the forest… and in her heart, she knew that was Melora.

She found her ability to heal one day when the boy she loved, named Tiron, came back to the village wounded … almost dead. And herbs weren’t doing anything to help.

Frantic, she refused to leave when the other herb-healers tried to pull her away, tried to tell her that he was wounded beyond recall. She would not listen, and tried harder… she prayed hard that he would live, and tried everything she could…

And then a golden light formed around her hands, seeping into the torn flesh around them … and where the light went, the flesh knitted itself back up, sealing itself under her hands.

Tiron lived.

After that, her status skyrocketed in the tribe. Unfortunately, so did her responsibilities. People came to her for every minor complaint, certain that she could wave her hand and rid them of every little sniffle they had. Her magic worked instantly, so they were convinced she was their one-stop-miracle-cure.

So began a stretch of tiem when she had to become the village’s healer, but also the teacher. After a couple of years, Tiron was called out on a quest … but she had more than enough duties to fill her time. Both from the village and from Melora, who sent her tasks to do, such as healing the creatures of the woodlands.

A few years after that … she had a dream. Melora showed her a destruction of her village and the woods around … and told her she was needed to go into the world.

So she followed Melora’s call.

Riana

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