Born amidst conflict, his calm and calculating exterior belies a rage that sleeps within.


Kriv, level 6
Dragonborn, Invoker
Build: Wrathful Invoker
Divine Covenant: Covenant of Wrath

Str 13, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 10.

Starting Ability Scores
Str 11, Con 16, Dex 10, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 8.

AC: 21 Fort: 19 Reflex: 18 Will: 19
HP: 51 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 15

Religion, Arcana, Insight, Endurance.

1: Alchemist
1: Coordinated Explosion
2: Dragonborn Frenzy
4: Dragonborn Senses
6: Toughness

1, At-Will: Grasping Shards
1, At-Will: Avenging Light
1, Encounter: Spear of the Inquisitor
1, Daily: Purging Flame
2, Utility: Divine Call
3, Encounter: Chains of Carceri
5, Daily: Grasping Chains of the Justiciar
6, Utility: Shroud of Warning

Backpack (empty), Bedroll, Flint and Steel, Pouch, Belt (empty), Sunrods (2), Rations, Trail, Rope, hempen (50 ft.), Waterskin, Scroll of Tanglefoot Bag, Scroll of Alchemist’s Frost, Defensive Staff +2, Magic Chainmail +2, Cape of the Mountebank +1, Horse, Warhorse, Potion of Resistance (heroic tier), Potion of Clarity (level 5), Potion of Healing (heroic tier), Crossbow, Dagger, Crossbow Bolts (20), Alchemist’s Frost (level 6), Tanglefoot Bag (level 2) (2)


Just 21, Kriv has seen a lifetime’s worth of conflict. Born in Razortear, Kriv’s father died a mysterious death when Kriv was just 7 years old, at a time of escalating local violence sparked by followers of Tiamat. Only two years later, his mother was kidnapped.

Having witnessed the event, Kriv’s recollections are tinted by a well-contained rage – he remembers only the odd purple coloring of their treacherous dragonborn skin and the strange spherical artifacts that hung from their necks. That day he felt the fire in his young heart replaced with a cold void that still haunts him. It is a memory he tries to suppress, but one which has shaped the events that have brought him to Freyport.

Eager to escape the increasing violence of Razortear, Kriv’s mission to discover information about the mysterious dragonborn brought him to Barriston, and into the company of a man named Loch Graystone. Loch was and old and talented invoker who had long since holed himself up in an abandoned lookout tower on the rocky eastern coast of the continent. Loch took Kriv under his wing and trained him in the ways of both invocation and alchemy, noticing within Kriv a natural flair for control magic.

Through the intense training and alchemical rituals he endured over the next six years, Kriv’s skin began developing a bluish hue. His ancient breath, once a fiery orange, became more and more pale with each passing day. Its heat had diminished.

When Kriv reached the age of 16, Loch passed away after a prolonged illness, leaving Kriv with an odd note. Resting on top was a glimmering magical cloak and a well-worn yet tough-looking staff, which Loch had left for him. The note implored Kriv to seek out the Order of the Silver Talon, implying that he would learn a great deal more about his father’s killer and mother’s abductors by training diligently under the tutelage of the paladins there. After paying his final respects, Kriv made his way to Nerath, and successfully joined the Order.

For the next 5 years, Kriv spent his time training with the Order, his breath continuing its cooling until he had a new flame, one which matched the coldness of the void within him. Now a bright blue, his breath complimented both his skin and his desire to control the enemies he knew he would one day encounter. Some of his spells developed a mysterious blue tint, and a chill enveloped anyone who witnessed his training.

He now operates with a new determination, fueled by the hope that he will one day unravel the mysteries of his youth and bring honor to his heritage. In spite of the cold aura that surrounds him, he begins to feel a new fire…


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