Dwarven Cleric of The Raven Queen


Male Dwarf
30 y.o.
4’9" tall, 180lbs.
Long brown hair, cut short on the sides of the skull to reveal a tattoo of a raven on either side of his head.
Long, full brown beard.
Golden brown eyes

Hrafn wears blackened chainmail armor over black and dark grey garments of linen and leather. A holy symbol of The Raven Queen hangs from a heavy steel chain around his neck.

He typically carries a very large, wicked looking axe.

Hrafn speaks Dwarven and Common.

== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ==
Hrafn, level 5
Shield Dwarf, Cleric (Templar)
Cleric Option: Healer’s Lore
Ward of the Temple (+2 to Religion)
Theme: Ordained Priest

STR 10, CON 14, DEX 8, INT 12, WIS 19, CHA 17

STR 10, CON 12, DEX 8, INT 12, WIS 16, CHA 16

AC: 19 Fort: 16 Ref: 15 Will: 20
HP: 46 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 11

Arcana +8, Heal +13, Insight +13, Religion +12

Acrobatics +0, Athletics +1, Bluff +5, Diplomacy +5, Dungeoneering +8, Endurance +5, History +3, Intimidate +5, Nature +6, Perception +6, Stealth +0, Streetwise +5, Thievery +0

Basic Attack: Melee Basic Attack
Basic Attack: Ranged Basic Attack
Ordained Priest Attack: Smiting Symbol
Dwarf Racial Power: Dwarven Resilience
Cleric Utility: Favor of the Gods
Cleric Feature: Turn Undead
Cleric Utility: Healing Word
Cleric Attack 1: Brand of the Moon
Cleric Attack 1: Sonnlinor’s Hammer
Cleric Attack 1: Thought Twister
Cleric Attack 1: Moment of Glory
Cleric Utility 2: Angelic Witnesses
Cleric Attack 3: Conquering Blow
Cleric Attack 5: Divine Castigation

Level 1: Enduring Mountain
Level 1: Ritual Caster
Level 1: Dwarven Weapon Training
Level 2: Mighty Crusader Expertise
Level 5: Harbinger of Rebirth

Ritual Book
Comrades’ Succor
Gentle Repose
Holy Symbol x1
Backpack (empty)
Flint and Steel
Belt Pouch (empty)
Trail Rations
Hempen Rope (50 ft.)
Deathsteel Chainmail +1 x1
Brew Potion
Last Sight Vision
Mystic Salves (Heal)
Sanctified Incense (Religion)
Enchant Magic Item
Vengeful Execution axe +1 x1
Crossbow Bolts
Cold-weather clothing
Amulet of Warding +2 x1
Undead Ward
== End ==


The ravens have always been present…

The ravens watched from the corners of his crib, plump, over-stuffed bodies and shiny black bead eyes.
They circled above, carved wooden wings tracing circles above his head, suspended from the strings of the mobile.

They stared up at the young Duhgal Durgansson from the embroidery on his tunic.
They gazed down from the tapestries and banners in the great hall and on the fortress walls, stitched and painted in darkest black, perched on the faceted black stone of clan Black Diamond, standing in stark relief against a gleaming sliver field.

They watched from the battlements and flapped from tree to tree on rides through the clanhold lands with his father, Durgan Dallenson, Clan Lord and Master of Mines.
They heard the lessons on leadership, how to serve your people, how to mine, and how to run a hold.
Their glittering, black diamond eyes stared in cold witness from the Clan Lord’s Seat at the fierce arguments between Lord Durgan and his brother Treevan over the fate of the Warforged who worked tirelessly in the mines.
Faded, flaking and scratched they marched on the chests of the hold’s Warforged workers into the great hall to receive emancipation from Lord Durgan.

They heard the poisoned choking as the Lord’s second son betrayed his father for his uncle’s favor.
They called from the hangman’s tree halfway up the cliffs above the pass where the rotting lord’s corpse hung on display.
Ravens were torn, burned, and gorged themselves as the hold ran red with blood when Lord Treevan tried to re-shackle the Warforged, who would not submit.

A small, delicately engraved raven stared down from the gleaming metal face of a Warforged woman as she smuggled a mother and two children from the bloodbath in the clanhold.

Ravens watched from the trees as Duhgal, his sister and mother were turned away from the gates of other dwarf holds, learning they had been stripped of clan.

They whispered to mother Mhagda. She knew what the ravens foretold. She could not tell her children.

In the strange village, Mhagda knew where she must go, the ravens had shown her.
They waited in anticipation from the smoke-filled branches and from the tops of burned out buildings.
They watched a mother push away her boy child and run off through the smoke.
They crowed as once-Duhgal watched from the shadows as a massive warforged woman with eyes of fire ripped his mother limb from limb.
They watched the young dwarf girl be carried away.
They feasted on the woman they had told of this day.

Ravens led the starving, wandering, now nameless dwarf boy through strange lands and to the door of a black stone temple.

Once more the ravens spoke, and for the first time he could begin to understand them.

“Your Fate lies this way.”
Hrafn wasn’t always Hrafn.

Hrafn was born Duhgal Durgansson, eldest son of the Black Diamond clan chief Durgan Dallenson, and heir to the high seat of the fortress holdfast of Adamant, its surrounding lands and mines.

Adamant was an incredibly wealthy and productive outpost settlement, border fortress, and mining facility on the edges of dwarven civilization. It was relatively peaceful, partly due to its isolation and the harsh weather and rugged terrain of the surrounding mountains. The hold sits at the entrance to a small, deep valley that is unusually sheltered from the elements and that provides challenging but productive farming and livestock land. When danger did threaten from monsters or storms, the strong fortress keep was able to hold all of the population and repel any assault.

Adamant and clan Black Diamond derived their wealth from the mines the holdfast sits over. The mines are the only known source of gem-quality black diamonds. Nobles, aristocrats and others of high station covet having a sizable gem from the mines as a mark of prestige and show of wealth. The most famous stone to come from the mine is a flawless specimen the size of a child’s fist that was set into an amulet and was known as the Eye of Fate. It was gifted to the High Priest of The Raven Queen. It was said to flash with a cold inner radiance. Whether the church still holds the gem or not is unknown. Other notable specimens include a sizable stone set in one of the Delian Imperial crowns.

Lord Durgan Dallenson had three children, in birth order:
– Duhgal, a boy
– Draven, a boy two years younger
– Adella, a girl 8 years younger than the eldest

Lord Durgan had been somewhat progressive for a dwarf noble, but generally how he ruled his own hold was tolerated by the other clan lords due to his wealth and his geographical location on the edges of civilization. Lord Durgan, despite the arguments of his brother Treevan and others of his court, granted freedom to the Warforged in his holdings. Technically to not violate dwarven common laws and to try to avoid re-enslavement, he granted each Warforged ownership over themselves. He then offered each, most of whom served as miners or servants of the fortress hold, paid work, if they wanted it.

This emancipation was too much for the jealous and greedy Treevan to take. With his pro-slavery allies he plotted, and convinced his nephew, Draven to aid him. Treevan, having no sons of his own, played on Draven’s jealousy of his father’s favoritism of Duhgal, the eldest. He promised to make Draven his heir and eventual lord if he would just slip a bit of liquid into his father’s goblet…

Treevan acted quickly and declared himself lord and tried to immediately nullify the emancipation of the Warforged. The Warforged would have none of it, sentiments of wanting freedom having been brewing for years and having had it just granted by their once-owner. They rose up in opposition against the hold.

During the chaos, a warforged woman called Jenna helped smuggle former lady Mhagda, Duhgal and Adella out of the keep past the Treevan’s men and Warforged fighters.

Eventually Treevan and his men held the keep and forced out the remaining Warforged, though at great loss. Without the Warforged to work in the mines, Lord Treevan tried to press the citizens of the holdfast from their farms and other livelihoods into the mines, and many left or simply stayed on their farms, Treevan’s power broken by his own hand.

The hold and its lands quickly fell into darkness with the wealth of its mines and the loyalty of its people gone. Vast wealth still sits in the mines, but a bitter, broken man, consumed with darkness still sits in the hold above. Whispers say darkness of a more tangible form has also come to the hold lands, drawn by the wickedness perpetrated there.

Meanwhile, Lord Durgan’s fleeing family soon found themselves outcasts. Treevan had sent word to the other clans of a betrayal by Durgan and stripping his wife, daughter and eldest son of their names. It was in many ways a fate crueler than death. They were turned away from every dwarf hold and were forced to wander into unknown lands, torn by war. In one such village, Duhgal witnessed his mother’s murder at the hands of a terrifying Warforged woman, and he has no idea what happened to his young sister.

Duhgal wandered for weeks. Not knowing what to do, and often without consciously deciding to do so, he followed ravens through foreign lands. Eventually, weak, starving, and half-delirious, the boy ended up at a temple of The Raven Queen.

He thought he could finally start to understand what the ravens had been trying to tell him since he was a babe. The high priestess looked as if she’d been waiting for him to arrive, and took him in without question. His training began that night at funerary rites.

When asked what his name was, he told the priestess he had no name. She asked him what led him to her door. He replied “Hrafn”, meaning “raven” in the Dwarven language.


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