To be revealed.
Gwyneth d’Cannith, level 5
Eldritch Blast: Eldritch Blast Constitution
Eldritch Pact: Vestige Pact
Background: Curious Archeologist (Thievery class skill)
Likely Paragon Path: Androit Explorer
Likely Epic Destiny: Eternal Seeker
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 19, Dex 14, Int 16, Wis 8, Cha 11.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 16, Dex 14, Int 15, Wis 8, Cha 11.
AC: 19 Fort: 18 Reflex: 18 Will: 15
HP: 51 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 12
Acrobatics +10, Bluff +7, Arcana +10, Streetwise +7, Thievery +9, History +10
Diplomacy +2, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +6, Heal +1, Insight +1, Intimidate +2, Nature +1, Perception +1, Religion +5, Stealth +5, Athletics +2
Human: Warrior of the Wild
Level 1: Arcane Reserves
Level 2: Vestige Adept
Level 4: Reckless Curse
Bonus At-Will Power: Hellish Rebuke
Warlock encounter 1: Chains of Levistus
Warlock daily 1: Vestige of Mount Vaelis
Warlock utility 2: Ethereal Stride
Warlock encounter 3: Fortune Binding
Warlock daily 5: Vestige of Xandor
Adventurer’s Kit, Rod of the Pactbinder +1 (Xandor), Magic Leather Armor +2, Catstep Boots (heroic tier), Gloves of Agility (heroic tier), Amulet of Protection +1
Don’t tell her this, because she will vehemently deny it, but it is impossible to describe Gwenyth d’Cannith without first discussing her mother, Jorlanna d’Cannith, head of the esteemed Cannith West branch in Fairhaven.
Jorlanna d’Cannith was born into a powerful family and she knew it. She was the daughter of the second wife of House Cannith’s previous leader, giving her a strong candidacy for governing the house herself now. She thrived in the atmosphere, basking in the attention and luxury it gave her. The problem, you see, is that Jorlanna never grew up. Though she is one of the most brilliant political minds right now in Khorvaire and one of only three in the running to lead the esteemed House Cannith, she is in many ways still the spoiled child she was in her youth. Were it not for this fact, Jorlanna would most likely be leading her house as we speak. Unfortunately, there are a few indiscretions that prevent that from currently becoming a reality.
Jorlanna is, for lack of a better word, a very…friendly woman. Numerous affairs in her youth caused countless scandals, one of which resulted in the birth of Gwenyth. Prior to that, however, Jorlanna took a lover from House Deneith. As mingling between two houses is expressely forbidden due to the appearance of Abherrant Dragonmarks that results from such things, the affair was dealt with harshly, and both parties were removed from the public eye for several years. Only Jorlannas personal magnatism and political acumen allowed her to regain any position of all, and the fact that she currently rules Cannith West despite the affair speaks volumes of her skill.
If her current position speaks volumes of her skill, then the fact that she is currently closely involved with Kkressd d’Orien says much about her foolishness. Though none have been able to confirm that the two are lovers, they are quite inseparable and both rely on eachother much for both personal and business affairs.
But enough of the mother, we are here to discuss the daughter. Gwenyth d’Cannith is the only child of Jorlanna d’Cannith, and was born amidst one of her many heated affairs. Jorlanna was not ashamed of the matter, and in fact flaunted Gwenyth in a (rather successful) attempt to ebrace her scandal in an edgey manner. This did no favors for Gwenyth, however, and she was never quite accepted among her peers, a fact that she paid little attention to. Only a few short years after her birth, however, Gwenyth’s role as an edgey political tool waned, and her role as a daughter (or burden, in Jorlannas eyes) waxed. You can imagine Jorlanna’s joy, then, when young Gwenyth expressed interest in attending a boarding school for gifted children in Passage, another notable Aundarian city. From then on, Gwenyth rose through the educational ranks, attending several noteworthy universities, capping her teachings at the famed Morgrave University in Sharn, where she remained for several years: first as a student, later as an aid to several professors in the Archaeology department.
Gwenyth loved her time at Morgrave, but jumped at the opportunity to lead an expedition to the famed continent of Xen’drik when the opportunity presented itself. Her first expedition was a complete success, and Gwenyth and the small group under her command secured several artifacts for the university. So successful was the expedition that she had only just reached the frontier city of Stormreach when she was commissioned by the university to lead second. This continued for over a year, when her fourth expedition would change her life forever.
During a particularly dangerous expedition that brought her to the heart of the continent, Gwenyth’s group was set upon by a duo of giants: the former rulers of the continent, now decended into savagery. The battle was fierce, several were killed, and Gwenyth found herself cut off from the group, running for her life. Stumbling into an ancient and heavily overgrown ruin, the ground collapsed from under her and she tumbled into what looked to be an enormous crypt. Frightened, but also fascinated, Gwenyth’s first thoughts were not of escape, but of exploration, and she quickly dusted herself off, snapped a sunrod and crept through the ruins, whip in hand. Moments later she was on the ground, grabbing her head in agony as she was bombarded by the voices of a hundred generations of giant kings. King Elidyr was curious, and asked of the outside world while Zutwa the Shaman screamed unintelligable maddening words and Xandor the Conquerer cried for blood. Some voices were but whispers, others thunderous echos. Some she understood, others were gibberish. Some spoke offers of power and alliance, others only wanted destruction and blood. Hours later, the cacophany had faded to a dull roar, and she was, somehow, able to find her way to the surface, where she collapsed.
She dreamed, then, but they were not restful, human dreams. She dreamed of Elidyr, and Zutwa, and Xandor. She dreamed of a vast kingdom, of a castle the size of some countries, of the sacred place known as Vaelis. She dreamed she was approached by the angry one, the one who called himself Xandor the Conquerer, and she was told that she would live, but she was theirs. She was bound. The Pact was formed. And then she awoke, in Stormreach, two weeks later.
The voices came and went, but Gwenyth had no control. She would spend days in meditation, attempting to commune with whatever was inside her, and hear nothing but silence, only to scream in agony in the center of the market, bombarded by deafening chanting. The voices were not the only thing that she seemed to have gained out of the encounter either: there were times she was filled with unearthly strength, and sensed an immense pool of ancient power that she was slowly learning to tap into. As the months went by, she even seemed to be gaining some measure of control over both the voices and the power. She may be bound, but she was determined to be in charge. There was one thing, however, that she knew for sure: she had to return to that place. She needed to learn more.
Gwenyth spent the next year passionately attempting to return to the place she had quite unintentionally found. The University was happy to fund the first few expeditions, but as she returned unsuccessful, time and time again, their funding slowly dried up. Gwenyth, certainly not one to give up, turned to her family fortune in desperation, and was able to personally fund several more trips, though they, too, were unsuccessful. Though frustrating, the trips proved useful, as Xen’drik is a dangerous place, and Gwenyth was slowly learning to master her new powers. Though her old whip is still her weapon of choice, she now uses it to channel the power that her connection to the giant kings of old has given her. The power is immense, and she can detect countless other entities on the borders of her consciousness offering her more. And it is addictive.
Failed expedition after failed expedition wore on Gwenyth’s spirits, and when she received a letter from her mother requesting her presence, along with a subtle threat about cutting her funding, she decided that it was just the break she needed. She would return, she vowed, refreshed and ready to find the place she had so long saught. Gwenyth’s homecoming was met with little fanfare, as most in Fairhaven had forgotten she even existed. Her mother was politer than usual, which was normal when she needed something. It was time for Gwenyth to serve her house, and repay her debts.
Much was revealed during that short trip, and Gwenyth was once more left questioning everything. Her mission is more than a simple errand for House Cannith, and she is again left in awe of her mother’s manipulative acumen. And so Gwenyth now finds herself on a journey to Sharn, her home for many years. Jorlanna d’Cannith is ready to make a power play, one that may seal her position as ruler of the house: but before she can do so, she needs one person: Drake d’Cannith.