Caldren

Description:
  • Caldren Redrek-Alindri, level 16
  • Half-Elf, Bard, Gun Mage
  • Bardic Virtue: Virtue of Valor
  • Background: Missing Master
  • FINAL ABILITY SCORES
  • Str 12, Con 21, Dex 12, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 22.
  • STARTING ABILITY SCORES
  • Str 11, Con 15, Dex 11, Int 12, Wis 10, Cha 16.
  • AC: 30 Fort: 26 Reflex: 24 Will: 28
  • HP: 108 Surges: 12 Surge Value: 27
  • TRAINED SKILLS
  • Arcana +16, Insight +15, History +16, Bluff +19, Diplomacy +23, Nature +15
  • UNTRAINED SKILLS
  • Acrobatics +11, Dungeoneering +11, Endurance +13, Heal +9, Intimidate +15, Perception +9, Religion +12, Stealth +9, Streetwise +17, Thievery +9, Athletics +9
  • FEATS
  • Bard: Ritual Caster
  • Level 1: Strength of Valor
  • Level 2: Bardic Knowledge
  • Level 4: Action Surge
  • Level 6: Skill Training (Nature)
  • Level 8: Stubborn Survivor
  • Level 10: Deadly Shots
  • Level 11: Improved Valor
  • Level 12: Versatile Master
  • Level 14: Majestic Rescue
  • Level 16: Distant Shot
  • POWERS
  • Bard at-will 1: Guiding Strike
  • Bard at-will 1: War Song Strike
  • Dilettante: Fey Step
  • Power User Choice: Misdirected Mark
  • Bard encounter 1: Thunder’s Calling
  • Bard daily 1: Stirring Shout
  • Bard utility 2: Words of Protective Fate
  • Bard encounter 3: Rhyme of the Blood-Seeking Blade
  • Bard daily 5: Satire of Bravery
  • Bard utility 6: Ode to Sacrifice
  • Bard encounter 7: Theft of Life
  • Bard daily 9: Saga of Vengeance
  • Bard utility 10: Savior’s Song
  • Bard encounter 13: Couplet of Deceptive Weakness (replaces Rhyme of the Blood-Seeking Blade)
  • Bard daily 15: Satire of Evasion (replaces Satire of Bravery)
  • Bard utility 16: Haste
  • ITEMS
  • Ritual Book, Adventurer’s Kit, Stalwart Belt (heroic tier), Flute of the Dancing Satyr (heroic tier), Shield of Eyes Light Shield (heroic tier), Parry Gauntlets (heroic tier), Sunblade Longsword +1, Sovereign Glue (heroic tier), Reinforcement Tattoo (heroic tier), Surefoot Boots (heroic tier), Oil of Flesh Returned (heroic tier), Shared Suffering Braidmail Armor +3, Peacemaker’s Periapt +3, Omnibus, Casque of Tactics (paragon tier)
  • RITUALS
  • Comprehend Language, Traveler’s Chant, Disenchant Magic Item, Share Husk
Bio:

Excerpts from the Journal of Caldren Redrek-Alindri, Lieutenant, Legion of the Jade Lynx

  • Kells has encouraged me to keep this journal in my role as apprentice lorekeeper for the Legion. He was always a stickler for record keeping. I remember when I was a child and he was tutoring me while my parents were off stealing some obsidian skull or something like that – it’s an obsidian skull in the popular versions of that tale anyway – and while he was off in woods relieving himself I caught a glimpse of his own journal. Recorded in code, its text was meticulously neat and organized strictly. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to replicate his writing style. Kells is a walking encyclopedia. I’m so used to him, but his depth of knowledge seems to scare people at times. My mother is the only person I’ve ever known who rivaled him. Of course that is why he was there, raising me: to learn all he could from her. The trade was tutoring me so that he could gain from her knowledge. He was so ambitious then, taking each opportunity he could to engage mother in lengthy sessions: he, with quill in hand, scribbling furiously; she, zither on her lap, singing the tales in Elven or Thii’raas that are her legacy as a highborn child of the Alindri line. The Alindri are the royal lorekeepers of the Ays’illith, that forgotten forest that hides the last fey kingdom. Mother was born to the generation who had suffered the Drakkari onslaught in the War of Crimson Ash. Rather than suffer invasion and destruction like their northern fellows, the nobles of Ays’illith closed and warded its borders from both assault and succor. My mother’s family was quite vocal in their disagreement with this policy, as the lorekeepers felt this violated the ancient pact of alliance between the Five Kingdoms. Such a move was not only unprecedented, but also an open betrayal of kinsmen, as the nobility of all the kingdoms had intermarried over many centuries. Look at that, me babbling on like Kells, thinking this is a history lesson and not my own journal. How about something current? I have been in the Legion of the Jade Lynx now for only two weeks. The going can get pretty hard, as the legion commanders set a fierce pace. Still, that’s what we are known for. Thanks to Kells’ high rank and strong recommendation, I’ve been able to enter the junior officer’s cadre. In three months I’ll be a junior lieutenant!
  • I haven’t had much time to add to this journal lately. We have been busy policing the border here between Vanasi and Okhrad. It’s odd to think that, on the other side of this country lies the cursed Thii’rvaas jungle I spent a lot of time in as a baby. I don’t recall any of that, although it has of course been immortalized in several popular tales – “Asha Alindri and the Defilers of the Misplaced Ark,” “Attack of the Tree People,” and “Redrek Cutpurse and the Temple of Gloom” to name a few. I’m very glad no one but Kells and the top officers know who my family is. I suspect the ribbing I would get for being “baby Cal” from all of those tales would be too much to bear. It’s not like I’ve had to deal with much fame from my heritage anyway. After we lost mother in the catacombs of Tuak Sang, father and Kells and I fled back to civilization and obscurity. Father and I assumed new names and hid in the small port of Yerva’s Rest for years, hiding from…Them, and their machine men warforged. Father could never shake the conviction that mother was still alive, and that it had all been worth it: the taking of the Omnibus, the men that died, the awful wounds he sustained, the fortunes we left behind in our mad rush across the Sea of Taelnar. Of course, that tale is not told in the public houses of Drashlan. The one who would have told it is gone, and the rest of us sworn to secrecy. That secrecy did not protect my father. He too is gone, our home on the outskirts of Yerva’s Rest burned to the ground some time after I had gone to go meet Kells in Ath, the summer of my twentieth year. A courier arrived at Ath only a week after I had, bearing a package – the Omnibus – and a message of warning not to return. Of course we returned in haste, and we were met only by long-cooled char and those characteristic deep footprints that were a mystery to all but Kells and me. Maybe he couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Maybe, in one of his trips to the local pub, he got drunk as he often did, and told the last, untold tale of Alindri and Redrek. It was surely frustrating for him, living as paupers to hide the resources we did have, living in anonymity when he was one of the most storied adventurers alive. He knew something was going on, maybe even before I left for Ath, but he kept it secret. Even Kells has been frustrated by our secrecy. If it were known who he really was, would he be more than just a colonel? He and father had already served together in the Order of the White Lotus all those years ago; they were veterans before I was even born. Still, he has earned his rank by his skill alone, and maybe that is enough for him. It has to be, for both of us.
  • The days get drearier and drearier on these border marches. We’re due in Khers soon. Vanasi is making trouble again. Rumor has it that their force has almost two thousand troops. Kells says they are hardly a match for a well-trained force like the Legion, but I have to wonder about strength in numbers.
  • So much for strength in numbers! We ambushed their clumsy force as they approached Khers in the early morning light. They fought valiantly, and their battlefield commanders knew what they were doing, but the units were too green, too confused, and unable to act together effectively. We lost only twelve men, and they over four hundred before the sun dipped below the hills. I’m going to go talk to Kells and maybe I can help him record the tale of this battle!
  • I’ve been ordered to take a small team back to Khers tomorrow morning to prepare for the Legion’s arrival. We’ll be setting up a defensive line in case the remaining Vanasi forces change their mind and want a piece of Khers after all.
  • Oh gods what a disaster! The Legion…oh, it is decimated. Kells is probably dead. Major Nok’Toroh was mortally wounded. The Drakkari struck our forces so suddenly! Even now our rag-tag unit, perhaps all that remains of Jade Lynx, is on the run from kobolds and drakes. The major gave us a strange cylinder, and ordered us to carry it to far off Aascheral in the Karasi Highlands to the North. I’ve been there before, with Kells and the Legion. It’s not a pleasant place. The Company of the Sapphire Blade operates in tandem with their army, mostly quashing slave rebellions. Disgusting work, but they seem to relish it.
  • This is no good. Are we still Jade Lynx anymore? This group has no cohesion, no discipline, no apparent memory of who we were. I know we are mostly junior members of the Legion, but we had best get our act together if we want to continue to be known by that name, let alone survive to get to Aascheral. I’ll try to see what the others think. I know this: we all swore the same oath, and we are Jade Lynx until we die, barring discharge by the high general. Since he’s nowhere to be found, I don’t think we can expect a discharge, so we must comport ourselves as a Jade Lynx squad should. We need some order, some leadership. Will they follow me? Can I lead them? Kan’na might be able to, but I don’t know if she has the skills. Louis has the brains but definitely not the background. With that far-away look in his eyes he often gets, it’s like he’s not even here sometimes. The others are either too young, too inexperienced, or just totally unqualified.

Caldren

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