strokesRPG: Gray Vale
Small, slight and covered with a brown cloak, Gwenna could be described as mousy. Brown hair, brown eyes, no distinguishing features. She could be anyone in a crowd. People who get near her can hear her frequent mumbling. But if someone should get close enough to look at her eyes, they could see that the eyes seem to change. At times a brilliant green then in a blink, the eyes are again just brown. Her clothing looks worn but clean. On her cloak is the rose and grain symbol of Chauntea. She has the look of a traveler with a pack on her back. Surprisingly, she carries a crossbow and if the cloak flips open, a scythe at her right side. On her belt hangs a curious small brown sack.
1 – 1/2 Level
1 – Misc
6 – Armor/Abil
1 – Enh
1 – Misc
1 – Misc
4 – Abil
2 – Class
1 – Misc
Choose an extra feat at 1st level.
Trained in one additional class skill.
Know one extra 1st-level attack power from your class.
+1 to Fortitude, Reflex, and Will.
Invoke a channel divinity class feature or other power; encounter.
Add Wis modifier to hp healed on cleric healing powers.
Use healing word as an encounter (special) power; minor action.
Gain Ritual Caster as a bonus feat.
Use Channel Divinity to invoke Chauntea’s blessing.
Master and perform rituals.
+1 damage with fire or radiant power.
Your healing powers are better, but you’re punished for damaging bloodied foes.
You can reroll any Nature check, but you must keep the second result, even if it is worse. You also gain a +1 on inititive checks.
Add Nature to class skill list.
Gwenna knew the power of healing and the pain of failure from an early age. Growing up in the fertile valley of Mistledale gave her ample opportunity to learn about bountiful harvests, the power of the seasons, the importance of the land, and the worship of Chauntea. As an only child, she was required to help her parents with harvesting the grain and the making of ale and cheese. Life was not always about work though. She played in the elven woods nearby, feeding birds, chasing squirrels and becoming attuned to the changing seasons as the years past.
Gwenna could not remember when she did not hear the whispering in her mind. Soft, sweet murmurings, always a comfort even when she could not understand what was being said. One autumn day, harvest completed, Gwenna went to the woods to enjoy the warm sun one last time before winter began in earnest. Frantic chirping led her to a bird with an obviously broken wing. She picked it up gently and held it to her breast. The murmuring in her head become clear “heal the bird, Gwenna. Hold the bird in your hands and pray to me, Chauntea.” At first Gwenna was frightened but became calm as the power of Chauntea filled her body and her soul. Minutes passed then the bird stretched his wings and flew away.
She hurried home to tell her parents but found them lying in their own blood on the cottage floor, apparent victims of some kind of cruel senseless raid. Heart-stricken, Gwenna held their bludgeoned heads against her breast and prayed to Chauntea for the healing power. She raised her bloodied hands to the heavens and prayed, then begged. Hours passed and finally Gweena accepted that she was powerless. Death was only one part of the circle of life and she must move on.. Tiredly, Gweena gathered a few favorite things and tied them in a bundle. She took a burning stick from the open fireplace and set her home on fire. When she walked away she could hear the cleansing power of the flames but she never looked back.
She sought sanctuary at the nearby Abbey of the Golden Sheaf. Determined not to fail at healing again, she learned all she could then traveled to Archenbridge to learn more from the priests at Bounty of the Goddess temple. After years of study Gweena was told by the priests that she needed to go out into the world and hone her skills. Children had been reported missing in Loudwater and rumor was goblins were to blame.
Thus, little Gwenna, quiet, mousy, devout Gwenna started her first mission of compassion. With the holy symbol of Chauntea secure around her neck and a bag of wild rose seed fastened to her belt, Gweena goes forth, determined to spread the life and hope of Chauntea.