No electronic copy is available of Kaav's character sheet:

Background:  Jared used to be a mighty sorcerror and from time to time he would spin tales of fighting evil throuout the land.  There is however something of which he would never speak.  That is, he would never tell of just how he got his "special" abilities to cast spells that no one had ever seen before.  He always seemed to know when others spoke his name and would often repeat to them just what they had said.  This made everyone deathly afraid of him seeing him as a powerful diviner and for a long time his name was never spoken.  He was referred to as "The One".  I was lucky enough to have him as a father.  He often took me to the temple with him to worship our father, Norebo and to pray for luck and the harvest.  Every single Godsday we would go to the temple without ever missing a service.  He always did something strange on Godsday...  He would leave me with Hogarth at the end of every worship service for about an hour then he would come back later to pick me up.  He would always look so drained when he returned to gather me up.  Sometimes he even came back with bruises around his neck like someone had grabbed him and tried to choke him.  He never took it out on me though.  He was the most loving and caring individual I ever knew.

 

One night while I lay asleep in my bed I was awakened by some rustling outside my bedroom window.  It grew steadily louder and louder. (out of character...rolled 20 on listen check)  I sat up in my bed and quietly climbed towards the window to take a look.  I gasped in disbelief at what I saw.  I saw a beautiful golden dragon at least 40 feet tall looming outside my window.  I was not scared because I knew that golden dragons were not likely to hurt people for no reason.  Thank Norebo that it was not a black dragon.  The dragon moved it's head closer to the window.  He must have sensed I was there then I heard a voice inside my head say..."Kaavren, don't be afraid.  Listen to my words carefully.  Someday, you will take your father's place.  You may not know it yet but you are a magical creature and I want you to practice your skills every day.  Every morning you must awaken and meditate on your inner strength to gain the control and power you need.  Someday I will call upon you.  Be ready sweet Kaavren."  With that he was gone in the blink of an eye.  I sat up all night pondering the words of the dragon.

 

I never spoke of the dragon to anyone.  For years and years my father and I went on like this and never missing a Godsday, then one Godsday morning...he died.  That is the day when my life changed.  I figured that since my dad had died that I was free of going to the temple for Godsday and that I would worship Norebo in my own way in the back streets of Dyvers.  I often found that the Rhenee people worshiped Norebo at length and was happy to worship with them often.  I had a large sum of gold for a young man of 21 but after all my father was a gem cutter.  One day I returned home, changed into my night clothes, climbed into bed and fell fast asleep.  I was awakened by a rustle in the bushes outside my window again like I had heard so many years ago.  It had been 3 months since my father had died. 

 

I heard loudly in my head, "Why have you not been to the temple young Kaavren?"  I was startled at the sound resonating in my skull.  Pounding and had it been said aloud I might be deaf.  I began to cry and then I said in a weak voice..."Don't kill me."  Again in my head but this time not so loud I heard, "Kill you!  Ha, ha.  I would never kill you, young Kaavren.  If you were dead you would not be able to make me pretty gems."  I stuttered, "G-g-g-gems?"   In my head, "Yes young Kaavren.  Gems.  You will make me the finest gems in all the land young Kaavren."  I said,  "I don't know how to make gems.  I am a simple man.  I only have done what you have told me to do and that is locate my source of power within myself.   I have developed my skills just like you said leaving time for little else."  "Young Kaavren, I am saddened that you had not watched your father more closely.  I may have use for you yet though, young Kaavren.  Keep up your meditations and learn more and I will come to you again, young Kaavren.  As for now young, Kaavren, you must leave this place to learn more.  You must prove yourself worthy, young Kaavren.  Take what you need to survive and leave this place now, young Kaavren.  You must not return here young, Kaavren.  Remember my name young, Kaavren.  It is Grandle.  Never speak my name. Go now.

 

I took my sack and filled it with gold and set out to adventure, tourch in hand, middle of the night....Norebo, I hate the dark.  I even hate more being alone.