An Epic

The Dweller in the Wintervale

The Dweller

Talkana "Moondaughter" Silumiel, the Dweller in the Wintervale

Fiendish Half-elf/Half-orc Sor 8/Clr 12/Mystic Theurge 10: CR 32; ECL 32; Size M; HD 18d4 + 12d8; hp 167; Init +1; Spd 30 ft; AC 28, touch 20, FF 27; BAB +11/+6/+1 Epic Attack Bonus: +5; Grapple +16; Atk: +19/+14/+9 melee (1d6 + 3 + 1d6 cold, Sickle +3 (Frost, Unholy)), +18/+13/+8 melee (1d6 + 2, Staff of the Spire), +17/+12/+7 (1d4 + 1/crit 19-20, Dagger +1); SA , Smite Good; SQ Low-light Vision, Elven Blood, +2 to saves vs. Enchantment, Immunity to sleep, Immortality, darkvision, Orc Blood, DR 10/magic, resistance to cold and fire 10; SR 25; AL NE; SV Fort +23, Ref +19, Will +34; Str 10, Dex 13, Con 14, Int 20, Wis 23, Cha 23.

Languages spoken: Elven, Blackspeech (Ancient), Oldspeech, Blackspeech (Orc), Wild Blackspeech

Skills and Feats: Bluff +9, Concentration +27, Craft (Alchemy) +6, Craft (Armorsmith) +6, Craft (Bowmaking) +6, Craft (Other) +6, Craft (Weaponsmith) +6, Diplomacy +20, Knowledge (Arcana) +30, Knowledge (Architecture) +6, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +7, Knowledge (Geography) +10, Knowledge (History) +18, Knowledge (Local) +6, Knowledge (Nature) +7, Knowledge (Nobility) +6, Knowledge (Planes) +13, Knowledge (Religion) +28, Sense Motive +16, Spellcraft +40; Armor Proficiency (All), Brew Potion, Craft Magic Arms and Armor, Craft Staff, Craft Wand, Craft Wondrous Item, Epic Spellcasting, Eschew Materials, Great Wisdom, Leadership, Maximize Spell, Scribe Scroll, Shield Proficiency, Simple Weapon Proficiency, Widen Spell.

Special Abilities: Aura, Bonus Languages, Darkvision, Domain Evil, Domain Magic, Familiar, Low-light Vision, Permanent Arcane Sight, Permanent See Invisibility, Permanent Tongues, Resistance To Energy, Smite Good, Spell Resistance, Spontaneous Casting, Rebuke Undead.

Sor Spells Known: (9 /5/5/4/4/4/3/3/2/1) 1-Arcane Mark, Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Light, Mending, Message, Ray of Frost, Read Magic, Resistance, 1-Charm Person, Magic Missile, Obscuring Mist, Shield, Unseen Servant, 2-Blur, Detect Thoughts, Mirror Image, Misdirection, Whispering Wind, 3-Gaseous Form, Lightning Bolt, Sleet Storm, Suggestion, 4-Charm Monster, Detect Scrying, Greater Invisibility, Stoneskin, 5-Cone of Cold, Contact Other Plane, Dominate Person, 6-Geas, Greater Dispel Magic, Legend Lore, 7-Limited Wish, Greater Scrying, Telekinetic Explosion, 8-Discern Location, Polar Ray, 9-Wish, Epic-Peripety, White Dragon Knight (DC 38, Summons an Old White Dragon, as per Dragon Knight), Winter

Sor Spells Per Day: (6/8/8/7/13/7/7/6/5/3)

Epic Arcane Spells Per Day: 3

Clr Spells Per Day: (6/8/8/7/7/7/6/5/5/5) Clr Domains: Evil, Magic Clr Spells Usually Prepared: 0--Cure minor wounds, Detect magic, Guidance, Light, Read magic, Virtue, 1--Bane, Cause fear, Command, Deathwatch, Detect good, Doom, Protection from good, Sanctuary, 2--Aid, Darkness, Desecrate, Hold person (2), Resist energy, Silence, Spiritual weapon, 3--Animate dead, Blindness/deafness, Dispel magic (2), Invisibility purge, Magic circle against good, Protection from energy, 4--Death ward, Divination, Divine power, Freedom of movement, Poison, Tongues, 5--Break enchantment, Dispel good, Greater command, Insect plague, Righteous might, Slay living, Symbol of pain, 6--Antilife shell, Blade barrier, Create undead, Harm, Heal (2), 7--Blasphemy, Control weather, Destruction, Repulsion, Summon monster vii, 8--Create greater undead, Dimensional lock, Earthquake, Greater planar ally, Symbol of death, Unholy aura, 9--Etherealness, Gate, Implosion, Mass heal, Miracle.

Signature Possessions: Sickle +3 (frost, unholy), Dagger +1, Amulet of health +4, Crystal ball with telepathy, Ioun stone (incandescent blue), Ioun stone (pink and green), Wand of cure serious wounds, Wand of wall of ice, Ring of Epic protection +7, Ring of wizardry iv, Bracers of armor +8, Cloak of resistance +5, Potion of barkskin +5, Potion of protection from energy (fire), Potion of cat's grace, Bag of holding 2, Ioun stone (lavender and green), Staff of the Spire (Staff of Power), Book of Seven. As an ancient creature and as ruler of great expanses of land, the Dweller has access to vast resources and can find or create nearly any item if given enough time.

"To Elvenking Baranwe the Wise,

Hail your majesty! As you requested, the following missive is a summary of our best information about that most dread creature, the Dweller in the Wintervale. Even writing the name is a curse, yet I will press on for the sake of the free peoples of Farland. Be advised that the following knowledge is tentative and possibly erroneous. It is most difficult-and dangerous-to discover any of the secrets of the Denizen of the East, and though we used our best methods, including old-fashioned research and spying as well as spells of divination and seeing, much remained hidden from us, occluded by magics more powerful than any I have encountered.

Our research seems to confirm the conclusion hinted at by the greatest poem of Galdin Palantar: that the Dweller in the Vale began her existence as Talkana Silumiel, called Moondaughter, the most blessed and beautiful of all the elven race. Alas, because of her curiosity and ambition, she fell from the grace of Tal-Allustiel and into the hands of Vornoth, the Dark Walker, where she was tortured and perverted. It seems likely that she became the first of the orcs, the mother of the orcish race, and that she later had a hand in creating many of the evil races that follow the Walker-in-Darkness.

The gift of immortality, bestowed on all of us elves by Tal-Allustiel himself, was not taken by the Walker during the transformation. She has lived for many millennia and will not die a natural death. The Dweller was to be the hands of the evil god Vornoth on the face of Núrion, designated by the Dark One himself to bring all of the living beings of Núrion under his evil rule. She was tasked by the Dark God to forcibly sway all living creatures on the face of the Shattered Jewel to the worship of Vornoth, thereby making him more powerful than the other gods, and thus allowing him to win the Ontological War once and for all.

We speculate that after the Battle of the Sarum and the great Wars of Al-Dustriel, the Dweller made a concerted attempt to conquer Farland by founding the Orc Nation of Rothnog and using this organized kingdom to wage lethal wars on the elves and dwarves. And she apparently came very close to being successful- except that she allowed her nation to fragment, through her own vanity and hubris, and to turn on itself. Thus her most promising early venture came to naught. It seems that the Dark God, after two unsuccessful wars, grew very wroth with Talkana, disappointed beyond measure that she had squandered two successive chances to subjugate the races of light before they grew powerful, as Vornoth knew they would if they were allowed to remain free. Thus the Dark God punished Talkana, proclaiming, "Your ambition and vanity burn in your bosom like a fire. Now a fire shall indeed burn within you!" And it seems the Dark God made within the Dweller a raging fire such that she felt she was being consumed from within by the hottest flames. So fierce was the internal burning, the punishment of the god, that only the coldest temperatures could give her even an instant of respite. Thus Talkana had no choice: she fled back to her dark valley and there, though she was suffering torment unimaginable, she crafted magic never before seen on Núrion, a spell that would freeze her flesh and call down the very blizzards of winter on her valley, that she might have a moment's relief from the burning affliction within her. And thus we think the Wintervale, the valley of eternal ice and snow, was born. And at the heart of the Wintervale, in a hellish tower of translucent ice that juts like a fang from an evil city, now nameless, she came to dwell. Indeed this tower, the epicenter of the spell of winter, was the only place on the Shattered Jewel were Talkana would not suffer limitless pain.

Vornoth made it known to the Dweller in the Wintervale that her only relief from his punishment and thus her only escape from her self-imposed prison was to conquer the continent of Farland once and for all. At first Talkana sought ways to thwart the god Vornoth's sentence, learning more and more magic, that she might lift the curse. But always she failed. Finally, resigned to the will of the god she both served and hated, the Denizen of the East set out to conquer Farland, hatching scheme upon scheme, limitless machinations that brought endless suffering and death to the face of the realms. And she enjoyed various successes, from the reign of the foul realm of Stor-gris, which harried the Hinterlands for nearly a thousand years, to the banishment of the elves from their ancestral home, yet never was she able to come as close to success as she had been when the world was young, and so she continued to suffer.

The only time the Dweller left her sanctuary, as far as we are able to discern, was to fight personally in the Battle of the Death Downs-for she knew that winning this war was crucial, since victory would mean the destruction of the fledgling human civilizations, and she foresaw that the humans would be a great thorn in her side if they were not destroyed. But she failed at this too, and so great was the pain she suffered, partly from the battle and the explosion caused by the Crown of Aelfar, but mostly from the burning within her, unmitigated by her icy realm, that she vowed never again to leave the Frostspire. But out of the jaws of defeat, the Dweller managed to snatch the seed of her ultimate victory-the Book of Seven, that wicked relic created by Vornoth in the depths of time. For many eons after this, the Dweller labored to unlock the secrets of this mysterious tome. With each passing decade and century her knowledge and power grew, and closer and closer she came to fully understanding its secrets, until finally, in some fateful year unknown to us, she unlocked its last secret.

Then the darkness fell quickly over Farland. She used the Book, combined with her own near-godlike acumen in magic, to create Seven Lords of Sin, seven creatures imbued by the Book of Seven with the power to weld the unruly dark folk hordes into disciplined fighting armies the match for any in Farland at that time. And as the histories tell, these dark armies and these Deadly Lords swept over the continent like a shroud covering a corpse. One would speculate that the Dark Conquest was a success in the eyes of the Dweller and her master, yet the Wintervale remains. Perhaps the Walker expected his agent to vanquish our people as well, or perhaps he expects the lands to the south also brought under his control. All we do know is that the cursed place still stands and we presume that the Dweller remains imprisoned within her spire.

As far as the Dweller's person is concerned, we were able to find out precious little. As the first orc, it is likely that she is some unique combination of elf and orc, made fiendish by the touch of the God of Darkness himself. No living elf or man has ever laid eyes on her visage. The histories do not tell of her features, and the strongest magics cannot penetrate her tower, so none know her face, if indeed her countenance, after her fall, resembles a face at all. Indeed, scrying on her tower is dangerous, because it risks attracting her attention. It is said that she goes about clad in raiment of the purest white, and that frost plumes from her sleeves and cowl, an ever-present reminder of the coldness she exudes, the ice that keeps her from burning alive. She is undoubtedly the greatest wielder of magic on all of Núrion, able to bend to her will dweomers that would crush a lesser sorcerer. It would be folly to face her in combat, yet combat is not where her skills lie: she is a master of manipulating others to do her bidding, sending them to gladly fight and die for her. Yet ironically this master of pawns always has been, and still remains, the pawn of another. She is well aware of this fact, we believe, and would escape her bonds if she could. Admittedly, this is pure speculation.

These facts, my liege, are all we could discern. I gladly leave this subject now to walk in the Valley of Summer, under the sun, far from that cursed creature the very contemplation of which chills me to the marrow. May Tal-Allustiel grant you beauty.

Singol of House Birlithe, Lord High Mage"