Baldur's Gate Chronicles - Character Builder (Sir Kalthorine ut Wistan)

General

Sex	Male
Race	Human
Class	Paladin (Cavalier)
Experience	2,700,000
Levels	Lvl 17
Alignment	Lawful Good

Ability Scores

Strength	18/77
Dexterity	9
Constitution	17
Intelligence	16
Wisdom	17
Charisma	19

Special Skills

Detect Evil
Protect From Evil
Cure Disease
Lay On Hands

Skeleton or 1 HD
Zombie
Ghoul or 2 HD
Shadow or 4 HD
Wight or 5 HD
Ghast
Wraith or 6 HD
Mummy or 7 HD
Spectre or 8 HD
Vampire or 9 HD
Ghost or 10 HD
Lich or 11+ HD
Special

Kit Bonuses :

Hit Bonus Demonic/Dragonic
Damage Bonus Demonic/Dragonic
Immune Fear/Morale Failure
Immune Poison

Cast Remove Fear

Resist Fire
Resist Acid

Kit Weaknesses :

May not use missile weapons.

x21
x17
x1
34 Hp

D*
D*
D*
D*
D*
D
D
T
T
4
7
10
13

+3
+3

x17

20%
20%

Ability Bonuses

To Hit	2
Damage	4
Wt Allow	280
Bashing%	35
Missile Def	0
AC Def	0
HP Adj	+3
Res Surv%	98
Magic Def	3
Lore Bonus	12
Reaction Adj	8

Spells

Priest	Lvl 1 (3)	Armor Of Faith	x1
		Bless	x1
		Cure Light Wounds	x1
	Lvl 2 (3)	Draw Upon Holy Might	x1
		Flame Blade	x1
		Resist Fire/Cold	x1
	Lvl 3 (3)	Cure Medium Wounds	x1
		Holy Smite	x1
		Invisibility Purge	x1
	Lvl 4 (1)	Negative Plane Protection	x1

Saving Throws

Paralyze/ Poison/ Death	1
Rod/Staff/Wand	3
Petrify/Polymorph	2
Breath Weapon	2
Spells	4

Weapon Proficiencies

Flails
Long Sword
Mace
Two Handed Sword
Two-handed Weapon

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Biography

The campfire had begun to die down as Trelayne slumped down beside it, his watch for the evening over. �Torm is a hard taskmaster,� he grumbled quietly to himself, his stiff fingers fumbling with the straps on his training armour. Another long �character-building� expedition for the Order of the Radiant Heart was almost at an end, and Trelayne could think of nothing better than retiring to his bunk in the Order�s headquarters. �Take care, child - he also has an excellent sense of hearing!� � Trelayne jumped to attention at the sound of the gruff voice behind him, and spinning around he found himself toe to toe with his mentor, Sir Keldorn Firecam, smiling grimly back at him. �Your watch may be over, young Trelayne, but a true paladin can NEVER afford to be anything less than vigilant � what if I had been an orc? You could be roasting over that campfire by now!� Trelayne groaned, unsure of whether he was feeling most angry with himself for allowing Keldorn to creep up on him, or the old paladin for using this as an excuse for yet another lecture about duty and obligation. To Trelayne�s surprise, however, instead of launching into his usual tirade, Keldorn motioned for him to sit down, before taking a seat himself and placing a hand gently on the young paladin-in-training�s shoulder. �Torm may require much of us, Trelayne,� sighed Keldorn, �but there are some in this world who place greater burdens on their own shoulders than any our Lord Torm would ever provide. Have I ever told you of Sir Kalthorine?� Trelayne, whose mind had started to wander, was immediately brought back to reality with a jolt. �THE Sir Kalthorine? The Saviour of Athkatla! The paladin who led you and the other five Great Heroes of Amn in defeating Bodhi and Irenicus!!� Trelayne could barely conceal his excitement � everyone at the Order knew that Keldorn had followed Kalthorine in his epic quest, and that together with the rest of their party � the militant druid Jaheira, the mysterious Drow Elven cleric Viconia, the gentle giant ranger Minsc and the roguish gnome tinkerer Jan Jansen � had saved Athkatla and the rest of Amn from the devious machinations of the evil Jon Irenicus. After their victory, the party had been given the freedom of Amn and made Freemen of Athkatla � even at the Order of the Radiant Heart, the parties had gone on for days! But Sir Kalthorine himself had always been something of a mystery, and soon after the celebrations were over he had departed Athkatla with the rest of his party for fresh adventures. Only Keldorn had remained in the city � his sense of duty to the Order and devotion to his wife preventing him from following Kalthorine. Since then, despite much concerted cajoling from the younger and more inquisitive members of the Order, Keldorn had remained tight-lipped about his journeys with Kalthorine � the heroic Cavalier was still a favourite topic of conversation among the young squires even now, two years after Irenicus�s defeat. And now here he was, Trelayne D�Armequette, sitting with his old mentor and about to hear of those adventures straight from the warhorse�s mouth! �N-n-no, Master Keldorn, y-you have said very little about Sir Kalthorine since your return�� Trelayne could barely restrain himself �Where did your adventures take you? What mighty evils did you and he defeat? What tales of heroism and chivalry did you�� No, Trelayne�� Keldorn raised his gauntleted hand to indicate that the young warrior should be quiet � but it was the distant, sad expression on the old paladin�s face that caused Trelayne�s words to tail off into silence. Keldorn continued: �I do not speak of the troubles we encountered on our quest against Irenicus, although they were indeed many, and good friends were lost and mourned along the way.� Trelayne nodded solemnly, thinking of the fallen heroes Keldorn had spoken of � the stalwart ranger Valygar Corthala, the brave, good-hearted noble Nalia D�Arnise, and the valiant halfling Truesword Mazzi Fentan. �The burdens I speak of are those Sir Kalthorine bore with him from his youth � and which defined his heroism from an early age. Do you know what night this is, Trelayne?� Keldorn turned to his young ward. Trelayne looked up in surprise, �No, my lord, what is its significance?� Keldorn smiled wistfully, �No, of course you wouldn�t, my young friend, there is no reason, growing up as you have in Athkatla, that you should. This is the anniversary of Sir Kalthorine�s first great renowned victory far to the North of Amn, against the warlord Sarevok. His first well-known, renowned victory�� Keldorn�s voice trailed off, and Trelayne once again saw a distant look in his mentor�s eyes. �Master?�� Keldorn shook himself out of his daydream at the sound of his young ward�s voice. Torm forgive me, he thought to himself, this is happening far too often! Am I really getting too old, letting my knowledge of Kalthorine, his heritage, his past and his uncertain future dominate my thoughts so? �I am sorry Trelayne,� he smiled at the look of concern on the squire�s face, �Maybe we will both end up as a goblin�s supper if I do not maintain MY concentration as well, eh?� Paladin and squire both laughed. �What burdens do you speak of, Lord Keldorn? I have hardly ever heard you speak of Sir Kalthorine, and never have you said anything about his past. And why speak of him now?� Trelayne waited nervously, hoping he had not deterred Keldorn from continuing with his story. But Keldorn just smiled once again, �I was already thinking of Kalthorine when I saw you return to the campfire � and hearing you bemoan your tiredness reminded me of the first time he opened up to me and told me of his upbringing. It was a crisp, autumn night such as this, and our party was resting in the shadow of the Windspear Hills, having just survived a battle with a clan of werewolves. I commented to Sir Kalthorine about how easy it was for an evil soul to assume a fair countenance, but that its true nature would always betray it given time� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � ��But what of the soul where evil and good co-exist in perpetual battle, Keldorn, what of that? What of me?� Sir Kalthorine ut Wistan fixed his eyes upon the battle worn old paladin. Keldorn met his piercing gaze, and found himself once again wondering how the young Cavalier managed to cope with the knowledge of his bloody divine heritage. �I am sorry, Kalthorine, I did not mean to�� Kalthorine dismissed Keldorn�s apology with a smile and a wave of his hand. �Give it no thought, old friend � I was aware of how thin the line is between good intention and evil intent many years before I heard the names Sarevok or Bhaal.� Keldorn listened intently � he had wondered many times about Sir Kalthorine�s life before the tragedy surrounding the death of his foster father Gorion had led him to the confrontation with his half-brother, Sarevok. Kalthorine continued, �Have you ever wondered what led me to choose the life of the Cavalier, Keldorn? What acts of my youth that I must atone for and that meant I had to become a paladin?� �I have wondered, Kalthorine, and I will listen if you wish to tell me. But you know that I and the others trust you and would follow you to the Nine Hells and back regardless of what has occurred in your youth� Keldorn indicated their sleeping comrades, only frowning slightly when he noticed the Drow Viconia. How could Kalthorine condone the presence of such evil? Love may be blind, but� Keldorn shook his head and continued �Kalthorine, the actions of your most recent past must surely have atoned for many lifetimes of youthful misdemeanours.� �Listen first, Keldorn, before you grant me absolution so easily� Kalthorine�s face was more solemn now than Keldorn could remember ever seeing it before. �As I grew up in Candlekeep, Gorion noticed that I was well suited to martial skills, and he saw to it that I received training in weapons, armour and battle tactics. I used to love those lessons, and by the age of thirteen I was able to hold my own against Hull and the rest of the Candlekeep guards with ease. �As much as I loved my warrior training, I hated all the rest of my lessons with Gorion. The old sage was an excellent teacher � he saw to it I was educated in many areas. My �curriculum� including lectures on the History of Faerun, the nature of the Gods and the Time of Troubles (if only I had known why he spent so much time on that aspect of my education!), politics, philosophy and religious teachings, mathematics and diplomatic skills� the list is endless. But I was just not interested � I was a WARRIOR! I didn�t need all this academic claptrap!! Any problems I encountered in my life, I was sure I could overcome with the judicious application of strength of arms. After all, I was young, charming, fit and athletic � all the girls loved me for my looks and personality, and I was popular with all my male friends who respected my strength and skill� and my stamina in all the drinking contests at old Winthrop�s place! The whole world was at my feet, and I had begun to feel exhilarated with the rush of blood and power when I was in combat...� Kalthorine paused for a moment, as a look of pain crossed his battle-scarred brow. Keldorn leaned over and placed his hand on his young friend�s shoulder. �You know that that rush of power in combat is not your fault, Kalthorine, it is Bhaal�s blood. You should feel proud that your own innate goodness and strength of will is able to keep it in check, not continually torture yourself over its presence�� Kalthorine brushed Keldorn�s hand off his shoulder angrily, �NO! Keldorn, you do not understand� I was HAPPY that I took such joy in combat. It felt good to demonstrate my prowess with the greatsword, and I was so PROUD that I was the only man in Candlekeep able to bring down a flying seabird with a single throwing dagger. Never a single moment of remorse that I was ending the life of an innocent creature for my own enjoyment. �Shortly after my fifteenth birthday, my pride in my own abilities reached a new high as I was chosen to be one of the four �Guardians of the Tome� in the Candlekeep Festival of Enlightenment. This was a mainly ceremonial honour, and it was my �job� to protect a wagon displaying some of Candlekeep�s most rare and valuable books as they were showed off in a parade around the outer stockade. The festival only takes place once every ten years, and is the only time when people from outside Candlekeep are allowed within the walls without the traditional donation of a book of value � security was therefore extremely tight, and in the preceding Festival a thief had actually been apprehended by one of the Guardians of the Tome. I was so excited � maybe there would be another thief? Maybe I would actually get to see some REAL combat! Gorion tried to warn me, he tried to tell me to keep a cool head and not get carried away by my duties.� Kalthorine�s voice began to crack slightly, and Keldorn was sure he detected a tear beginning to well up in his friend�s eye. Pausing briefly to clear his throat, Kalthorine went on. �The time of the parade was upon us, and I felt on top of the world. The wagon was the parade�s centre-piece, and hundreds of interested parties of all ages � sages, booksellers, historians, mages and their families � lined the route and gasped in awe as the priceless books were carried past. In my foolish pride, of course, I felt that it was me they were cheering for, not the books. I allowed myself to get carried away by their �admiration�, and I started to dream of how I would eventually enjoy the attentions and worship of people the length and breadth of Faerun. My concentration lapsed� ��it was then I heard the scream as a figure darted from the crowd towards the wagon. A thief! Someone was trying to steal the book from under my nose, and if it hadn�t been for the scream from the crowd I would have missed it!! My anger knew no bounds, as I spun round and sent a dagger whirling towards its target. My heart soared as the dagger struck home and the thief was stopped dead in his tracks� ��the thief� ��the dead thief� ��the dead little girl, whose mother had screamed out for help as she saw her precious daughter about to run in front of the wheels of the wagon� ��the dead little girl I had just murdered.� Keldorn felt his heart was about to burst. His friend, Sir Kalthorine ut Wistan, the most truly heroic and noble man he had ever known, sat across from him, the tears running down his ashen face illuminated only by the dying embers of the campfire. They both sat mutely for what felt like hours, although in truth only a few moments passed. It was Keldorn who broke the silence. �What happened, Kalthorine?� he whispered. Kalthorine forced himself to look up at the old paladin. �The guards managed to prevent a full scale riot, and I was bundled away quickly to the safety of the Old Keep. Tethtoril and Gorion together managed to argue that it was a genuine mistake, and I escaped any serious punishment � but I had finally realised what Gorion had been trying to teach me all those years. It had taken the death of an innocent child to make me aware of my own petty and immature pride. In my eagerness to impress and show off my skills, I had never once stopped to think of the responsibility I had to others, or that I could not live my life relying on my skill at arms to see me through any difficulties. It was then I made the first non-selfish decision of my life � I would not deny my abilities, but neither would I rely on them or use them for personal gain. I had to atone for the child�s death and never allow myself to be distracted from my duty to others ever again, and the only way was to dedicate my life to the service of Torm. I would use my strength and skill only to aid others, and would from then on follow the path of truth, honour and justice. And since it was my throwing dagger that had killed the child, I made a vow that I would never again use missiles to strike at an enemy from a distance. My choice was clear � if I were to ever truly achieve forgiveness for my crime, then I would follow the path of the Cavalier Paladins of Torm. �So here I am. Many years have passed, but still I am seeking to make up for my youth. You know me as well as any, Keldorn, and you know that I stay my hand in battle unless combat cannot be avoided � now you know why. Cavaliers fear no one? My friend, every time I draw my blade I fear where I may strike, lest another innocent be hurt by my folly. And I know you wonder why I am so close to Viconia, why a paladin puts up with her �evil�. Keldorn, I have knowingly committed evil in my youth and know evil in my soul even now � if there is evil in the heart of one who strives so hard to be good, then can there not be good in the heart of one who all regard as evil? I know there is good in her, Keldorn � there must be, or else if I do not strive for her salvation, how can I ever hope to achieve it myself? I will never forgive myself for my past, Keldorn, so I must try wherever I can to forgive others�� Keldorn knew that it was not a time to try and reassure his friend with words � in his heart, the old paladin knew that Kalthorine was a just, kind and honourable man, wise beyond his tender years, and Keldorn could only hope that in time the Cavalier would come to realise that for himself. In all the months of toil in pursuit of Imoen and Irenicus, Keldorn had wondered what holy fire had driven his young companion to such heroic deeds. Now he knew. The two paladins sat by the ashes of the campfire in silent contemplation until the first light of dawn outlined the peaks of the Windspear Hills� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �And as the first light of dawn outlined the trees of the Tethyr Forest, Keldorn and Trelayne sat in silence by the remains of their campfire. �Poor Kalthorine,� whispered Trelayne, �What a terrible secret to have to live with� why do such things happen in the world to good people, Lord Keldorn?� Keldorn rose and stretched his aching back, squinting as the first rays of sunlight reflected off his breastplate. �Ah, my young Trelayne, you still have so much to learn about the ways of the Gods � who are we to say that the death of the young girl was not pre-ordained? Although we may mourn her loss, how can we not say it was for the greater good?� Trelayne was horrified! �How can you say that? How can the suffering of the innocent ever be justified?� Keldorn just smiled inwardly � how he wished he still shared the young squire�s clarity and innocence, and how he so wished that he could see the world in black and white, through the eyes of unspoiled youth. Thinking how he could make Trelayne see, he thought of his wife back in Athkatla, working on her weaving and embroidery� �Trelayne, have you seen my wife�s tapestries?� Trelayne was more than a little confused by Keldorn�s question. �Err.. yes, my lord, they are very fine. But why�?� �I always remember what she said to my daughter once when the guileless little lady pointed out a hanging thread, and asked her why she didn�t pull the errant thread out. As wise as she is beautiful, my wife took her aside and explained that if you were to pull the offending thread out, the whole tapestry would unravel and a thing of beauty would be forever destroyed. �Do you remember what Sir Kalthorine said about the impetuosity of his youth? Do you not wonder how he would have spent his life without the clarity of thought and wisdom he learned through that tragic act? Maybe he would have matured into an even greater evil than Sarevok and Irenicus combined if he had not been forced to face his own demons in such a way? �A-are you t-trying to tell me that an evil act can actually lead to an overall good result, my Lord Keldorn?� Trelayne stammered, struggling with the meaning of his mentor�s words. Keldorn shook his head sadly, �I do not know, Trelayne, and in a way I hope I am wrong. All I can hope is that our lives will be judged on how we react and deal with our burdens, not on the fickle tides of what fate throws at us. I truly believe there is a greater plan, Trelayne � I can only hope that, wherever he is, Sir Kalthorine is playing out his role in that plan with an unburdened and contented soul��

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Character Created By Kalthorine For Baldur's Gate II - Shadows Of Amn