The Dweller in the Wintervale
| The Dweller in Level 35 Solo Controller the Wintervale (Leader) Medium immortal humanoid (orc, elf) XP 235,000 |
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HP 1565; Bloodied 783 Initiative +25 AC 49; Fortitude 46, Reflex 47 Will 51 Senses Perception +34 Speed 8, Fly 10 (hover), Teleport 10 dark vision, Immune disease, illusion, cold truesight 10 Resist 20 necrotic, 20 psychic Vulnerable 20 fire Saving Throws +5; Action points 2 |
| Standard Actions |
 Wintervale's Touch (necrotic, cold) ◊ At-Will
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| Attack: +40 vs AC Hit: 5d6 + 25 cold and necrotic damage, and the target is dazed and weakened (save ends both). |
 Icy Explosion (necrotic, cold) ◊ At-Will
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| Attack: Close burst 3 or area burst 3 within 20 (targets enemies; the Dweller chooses whether the attack is a close or area burst at the time she makes it); +39 vs Reflex Hit: 4d8 + 20 cold and necrotic damage, the target is dazed, and gains vulnerable 20 cold and necrotic (save ends). If the target was already dazed, it is stunned instead of dazed (save ends). |
| Freezing Meteors (cold, fire) ◊ Recharge 5,6
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| Attack: Area burst 5 within 20; +39 vs Reflex Hit: 6d8 + 25 cold and fire damage, and the area becomes difficult terrain until the end of the Dweller's next turn. |
 All the Ages of the World (psychic, acid, cold, poison) ◊ Encounter
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The Dweller causes her enemies to suddenly feel all the weight of the ages that have lain so heavily on her own shoulders. Attack: Close burst 5 (targets enemies); +39 vs Fortitude, Reflex, Will (make one attack roll and compare the result to all three defenses.) Hit (Fortitude): 2d8 + 10 cold damage and the target is slowed (save ends). First Failed Save: The target is restrained (save ends). Second Failed Save: The target is petrified (no save). Hit (Reflex): 2d8 + 10 acid damage and the target is weakened (save ends). First Failed Save: The target is blinded and weakened (save ends both). Second Failed Save: The target is blinded, weakened, and gains vulnerable 30 all (save ends). Hit (Will): 2d8 + 10 psychic damage and the target is dazed (save ends). First Failed Save: The target is stunned instead of dazed (save ends). Second Failed Save: The target takes ongoing 30 poison and psychic damage in addition to being stunned (save ends). |
| Minor Actions |
 Forceful Seclusion (force) ◊ At-Will
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| Attack: Ranged 20; +39 vs. Fortitude Hit: 1d10+10 damage and the target is enclosed in an impenetrable cage of force (save ends). While in the cage, the target is immobilized and cannot teleport. Nothing has line of effect to the target, and the target does not have line of effect to anything. The target cannot be damaged by creatures outside the cage, and it cannot damage creatures outside the cage. Each round that it remains in the cage, the cage crushes it and it takes 15 force damage. The Dweller may only employ one cage of force at a time. Once a target has saved against Forceful Seclusion, Forceful Seclusion may not be used against him again until another target has successfully saved against Forceful Seclusion. |
| Triggered Actions |
| Punishing Rebuke ◊ At-Will |
| Trigger: The Dweller is damaged by an enemy. Effect (Immediate Reaction): The Dweller uses Wintervale's Touch or Icy Explosion against that enemy. |
| Glory in Destruction ◊ At-Will |
| Trigger: The Dweller reduces an enemy to 0 hit points. Effect (Immediate Reaction): All the Ages of the World recharges and the Dweller uses it immediately. |
| Bloody Escape ◊ Encounter |
| Trigger: The Dweller becomes bloodied. Effect: The Dweller becomes incorporeal and invisible until the end of her next turn. |
| Indomitability of Winter ◊ At-Will |
| Trigger: The Dweller is stunned. Effect: Instead of being stunned, the Dweller is dazed and suffers a -2 penalty to attacks for the time that she would have been stunned. |
| Death of an Immortal |
| Trigger: The Dweller is reduced to 0 hit points. Effect: The creature that reduced the Dweller to 0 hit points dies (no save). Only the direct intervention of a god can bring the creature back from the dead. |
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Skills Arcana +34, Bluff +34, Diplomacy +34, Dungeoneering +34, History +34, Insight +34, Intimidate +34, Religion +24 Str 23 (+23) Dex 26 (+25) Wis 34 (+29) Con 25 (+24) Int 34 (+29) Cha 35 (+29) Alignment Evil Languages All, telepathy 20 |
The Dweller in the Wintervale's Tactics
The Dweller will try at all times to stay out of reach of her opponents, teleporting and flying as necessary. She will use Forceful Seclusion every round. On the first round, she will open with Icy Explosion to make as many enemies vulnerable to cold and necrotic damage as possible. After that attack, she will burn an action point to use All the Ages of the World. In the second round, she will again use Icy Explosion to attempt to stun or give vulnerability to her enemies. She will then burn her second action point to use Freezing Meteors.
The Dweller in the Wintervale Lore
"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"
